A Very Tinder Christmas

Michael - 21 - Need someone to bring home for Christmas because I panicked and told my family I had a girlfriend and now they’re insisting that she comes on our annual Christmas trip with us. Must be okay with being called Rose. Must have a passport. ~A Christmas Competition 2nd Place Winner~


4. Chapter Four

Do you speak any language other than English?” He asked and I shook my head.

“I know how to say, ‘bathroom’ and ‘I don’t speech Spanish,’ in Spanish which is all you really need to know how to say. What about you?”

Michael shrugged. “I know a decent amount of French but not too terribly much.”

“That’s still impressive.”

“Do you have any tattoos?” I asked.

He shook his head. “Nope, you?”

“Nope. Oh! There’s a Meowth,” I said as I stared at the game pulled up on my phone, thoughing a ball towards the cartoonish looking cat.

“Caught it.”

 I went back to asking him questions. “Pineapple on pizza?”

“That’s the work of God himself,” Michael said and I threw my arms into the air.

“Thank you!” I yelled. “Everyone seems to hate it but it’s so good!”

He reached up and lowered my arms that were still in the air. “I agree, but you need to calm down.”

As he lowered my arms, I turned my wrist to grab his hand that wasn’t holding his phone. “Or what?” I said with a smile, taking a step closer to him. “You’ll make me?”

He followed suit and took a step closer, looking me in the eyes. “I’m not quite sure what I’ll do yet,” he said, and as he started leaning down, both of our phones buzzed and we pulled back at the same time to see what had spawned. “Annnddd it’s a pigey,” he signed, rolling him eyes.

I chuckled and we started walking again, our hands still intertwined.


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