Must be Santa (COMPLETED)

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Nicholas

Wynter and Drew turned around, inspecting me as I approached them. Wynter looked at me but quickly turned around, playing with something shaped like snowman in front of her.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Santa Claus himself? We were just talking about you."Drew smiled, nudging Wynter.

"We weren't" Wynter hummed, still fussing with the three tiered snow pile. "Drew more-so than me." She muttered refusing to look into my eyes.

"Wait? Are you mad at me?" I asked, making my way over to her. She still fiddled with the snowpile, patting the middle of the thing with her palm. "Come on Wyn...what did I do now?" I whisper, pulling her waist closer to mine. I thought we both shared a moment by the fireplace last night...or maybe it was just me?

I look over at Drew but he stays silent, not wanting to get in the middle of our row.

"Come on Drew" she sighed, wiggling away from my grip. "I think it's time you show me the way to those mountains in the distance" she announced, grabbing Drew's wrist and forcing him to follow her.

"Ahh? So you're giving me the cold shoulder? Typical" I huffed, patiently watching her as she bent to pick up her plaid scarf from the floor. She locked her arm through Drew's, allowing him to lead her away.

"Wait?" I thought, looking at the both of them as they walked away. A wave of understanding hit me like a truck full of ice bricks. I guess the letter I had left on her mirror didn't exactly go over so smoothly. "I didn't think you would be so upset about me working? I thought that was your whole personality Ms. CEO"

Wynter

I stopped in my tracks as I heard his pathetic declaration. Did he really think that was the only reason I was upset with him? I unlinked arms with Drew and snapped around to face him. Nick only parted his lips into a playful smirk, relishing in my anger.

"Really? I love working? I took two weeks off for you to come here and learn the laws of your land? And where have you been?
Working!" I fumed.

"My work is a necessity. You took two weeks off but all you do is create makeup palettes for humans"

I bent down and formed a thick ball of white snow, patting it into a hard shape before throwing it at the middle of his chest.

"HEY!" He cursed. He was a bit taken back, surprised that I had hurled it so hard.

"My makeup palettes gross 1 billion within a year. Don't do that Nick" I pouted, wiping my hands clean. Drew laughed as he saw the wet patch in the middle of Nick's grey dress shirt.

"AHHH! She got you good!!!" he yelled, bending over to laugh. I shrugged, pulling Drew so he could lead me away from Nick. I was tired of seeing his cute but annoying face.

"Come on Drew. Let's go. I want to se--"

-THRASH-

I felt the cold icy sluch of a thick snowball sliding down the back of my neck.

No way...
He wouldn't dare do it!

I snapped my head back and glared at Nick. He only showed off a mischevieous grin and shrugged, tossing another snowball into the air.

"Nicholas Claus...did you just throw a snowball at me?" I couldn't even mask the annoyance in my voice.

"No my hand slipped." He frowned, still tossing the lone snowball in his palm. Before I could stop him, he lifted a leg and threw the other one at my chest. "See? Nos that one? I threw."
Drew started giggling but stopped once I snapped my head over and glared at him.