Page 90 of Frat Ghost Wingman

“I don’t think she’s waiting out there for us,” I said, watching him bend over as he grabbed whatever it was in the hallway.

He shut the door with a push of his foot. In his hands was a large box. “It’s not too heavy.” he said, giving it a little shake. “I wonder what it is.”

It was matching pajamas.

Under normal circumstances, it would be weird that she got us matching pajamas. But I was almost certain as soon as she had the time after finding out about me and Teo, she braved the teeming masses at the mall and bought them for us.

“We have to wear them.” I could tell he was excited.

“We do?”

“Well, we have to wear something and it was really nice of her to do this.” He grabbed my hand. “For us.”

“I thought you didn’t like clothes anymore.”

He slapped my bare chest. “That’s before your mom got us this really sweet gift. You can wear the medium and I’ll wear the large,” he said, handing me my set. “Come on! We don’t want the pancakes to get cold. And Merry Christmas Eve, by the way!”

I accepted his kiss and begrudgingly rolled out of bed to don my new pajamas.

Watching Teo slip one of my jockstraps on, knowing that would be underneath the pajamas, was a good way to start the morning.

“Oh, you both look so handsome!”

As much as I loved my mother, I didn’t think anyone could look handsome in reindeer pajamas. Especially ones that had a hood with felt antlers.

“They’re so comfy.”

But Teo loved them, of course, which made it easier to wear them. Plus, he was right. They were very comfy.

“Are the Millers having their annual Christmas Eve party tonight?” I asked my parents, hoping to divert attention away from the festive pajamas.

As expected, the answer was yes, and my parents, as well as Teo’s, were going. My mother filled us in on what she had made to bring for a dessert and my father mentioned something about nasty weather moving in this afternoon.

“A little snow isn’t going to stop us.” My mom took a sip of her coffee. “It’s tradition.”

“What do the two of you have planned for today?” my dad asked, flipping a fresh pancake onto each of our plates.

We both shrugged.

“Maybe you could go ice skating?” my mom suggested.

“On Christmas Eve? It’ll be slammed.”

“Not if you go before lunch.”

That was true, but it wouldn’t be as romantic in daylight.

“They take reservations,” Teo said, holding up his phone. “I booked us for six tonight. We can relax here all day and go out tonight.”

“Like a date?”

Teo nodded. “Yeah.”

“Aw, this is too precious. My poor little heart can’t take it.”

I was beginning to wonder if she’d be like this forever.

I was a terrible ice skater, which both my parents and Teo knew. But it was a good excuse to hold his hand, and he didn’t seem to have a problem with that.