Must be Santa (COMPLETED)

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Drew

Lizabeth and I said our goodbyes after dinner, promising to meet up again soon.

I really liked her. I wasn't scared to admit it but I knew a life with her meant a life of secrets and I wasn't ready for that.

I thought of Elizabeth's plan as I drove to the Pole  and tried to think of a plan to get Nick to travel to earth on Christmas Eve.
Although Nick already gave up his title to Jack, he still had duties to fulfill before the title was completely handed over.

Come on Drew. Think!
What did Nick like more than anything?
More than even life itself.

"Work" I whispered to myself. That's it!

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After a few deer claws and some conversations with my mom, I venture to Nick's room. The gentle taps of my knuckles sounded through his hallway  as I waited for him to respond.

"Nick!" I turn the handle to his room, barging in. I couldn't wait for him to respond.

"Get out!" He groaned. His room looked a mess! Clothes were scattered all over the floor. His bookshelf was filled with papers and scrolls. Depressing music played in the air as he threw a small red ball against the wall near his bedside.

"You still sulking? It's been 2 months" I reminded him, stepping over a pile of dirty laundry.

"What do you want Drew" he frowned impatiently.

"You could have told you you loved her...you didn't have to lie."

"Shut the fuck up Drew." He fumed, throwing the ball at my face. I ducked in time before it hit me.

"You missed."

"Drew!" He sat up from the pillows, throwing his hands up impatiently. He was wondering the reason for my visit. Everyone had been avoiding his side of the castle and with good reason.

"Here." I threw the palette in his lap. He lifts it up to his eye level and stared at the design. His eyes danced across the borders of the case. He opened the flap and read over each name, silently approving of the design. He closed it again and focused on the picture of him and Wynter, his eyes lingering over the latter.

"You like it?" I asked.

"It's whatever." He mumbles, pushing it under his pillow. I knew he would stare at it later.

"Well, I spoke with Mitch." I started my lie. I knew it was bad but it was my only hope getting Nick on earth.

"Why did you speak with him?" He asks almost robotically.

"Well he's been trying to call you all day for weeks but you've been sulking. He didn't want to be sent to voicemail....again"
Nick smiled as he heard the complaint, acting as if  it was an accomplishment.

"Either way, he said the matel orders came up short."

"No way. I checked the stock. Checked it twice. I fulfilled every order on that form." He interjected, lifting his finger to bring the red ball to his palm again.

"Mitch and Mattel says otherwise."

"Let me call him." Nick sat up to grab his phone but I was already one step ahead of him. I had instructed Mitch and the head of Mattel to ignore any calls from Nick.

He waited for about 10 minutes before realizing his reality. "They both went to voicemail!"

"You better do the inventory and fufill the last skew of orders before getting in touch. On top of the missing inventory, Mitch said Mattel is having a conference with a big name luxury line. They are making an announcement Christmas Eve of a collaboration line."