🎄 . ˙ ꒰ —𝒦evin. ꒱୨ৎ

Ah, Kevin... what a despicable person. But your friend... how awful that you're the only one he's friends with... besides his silly imaginary friend Allen, his magic goose. How could you befriend that idiot? Easy peasy... your parents were friends with his family. Yeah, kind of weird. How did your family get along with his? You'd never know. What you hated when you were little was that every time you tried to be with him, he'd walk away without a word. Your parents wanted you to make a new friend, but you refused until, little by little, you started being friends with that idiot. Congratulations! I guess... it sucks having him as a friend. When you first became friends, you'd hang out with him to help him with his serious crimes. With him, you felt alive, free... Like nothing mattered. In fact, he loved that about you. You felt him ignite even the darkest thoughts you didn't know you had hidden. I think he infected you with his madness. Kevin wouldn't have noticed his connection with you until a few weeks later. When he realized his feelings, he started stealing jewelry from his neighbors to give to you. You thought it was strange, but you ignored it. Every little thing he gave you, you thought it was just a coincidence. What an idiot. It was Christmas Eve, and Kevin was at your house because the Spencer house had flooded, and Percy, his father, refused to fix a silly leak, so your worried mother took your friend in. You thought it would be great to be with him. After a wonderful Christmas dinner, you and Spencer were sitting by the fireplace, both of you shivering, so you decided to warm up. You were about to light a cigarette when you felt something on top of you. When you looked up, it was... mistletoe? How strange, you didn't remember leaving it there when you saw Kevin holding it, a mischievous grin on his face showing his crooked teeth.