I Found You, Something Told Me To Stay - (Jason/Zacky) Version Two.

Chapter Sixty-Five.

Okay. I am super pissed at myself. I meant to post this chapter waaaay sooner than I have. Sorry about that guys! I've been working so much that all I seem to do is work and sleep, but I'm adjusting a lot better, so all my free time is going into writing and I'm real excited about that.

Only two chapters and the epilogue left! :( But then onto the new version of the sequel ;)

If you don't like soppy things, I am SO SORRY for this chapter. This chapter is bursting with sweetness. But it's still Christmas so it doesn't matter all that much.

So sorry, again, that this took so long to post. I'm going to post the next one tomorrow, and hopefully update again the next evening, too!

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Enjoy!<3

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We seemed to wake up at the same time, our bodies tangled up together, our hair all over the place.

There was no need to be aware of the exact time. It was Christmas morning - that was all we knew, and we allowed ourselves to silently bring each other out of our tranquil sleeps. He traced his fingers over my naked back as I laid on my front, and I gently stroked his hair. The room had grown a considerable amount lighter by the time we both felt awake enough to look at each other, and we smiled widely and laced our fingers.

"Merry Christmas..." He murmured, stroking my hand.

I widened my smile. "Merry Christmas, Baker."

We showered together, acted free and light and positive as though there wasn't a time limit on our morning together. I was sure it had run through both of our heads to come up with some sort of excuse as to why neither of us could join the rest of the family for the day - we quickly - and begrudgingly - laughed that thought away. It was my first Christmas in Huntington Beach; I needed to make an effort, make some memories.

Zacky went downstairs before I did, and I dressed and got myself ready as festive music and the smell of breakfast ran through the house. It hadn't even reached nine a.m. yet, and I'd gotten a true look into every aspect of Christmas that I'd missed whilst living with my mother. Despite part of me wanting to stay with Zacky all day, I couldn't deny my excitement at seeing the rest of the family and joining in the festivities.

I practically bounced down the stairs and threw myself into the kitchen like a kid full of excitement. There was a decent spread of food on the table for just the two of us, and along with that, Zacky had arranged the presents so that my gifts to him sat at his end of the table, and vice versa.

"This all smells so good..." I commented and slumped down with a smile. "Did you make all of this?"

"Uhuh," He nodded, and then chuckled. "Well, me and Betty Crocker. Joint effort."

"Ah," I chuckled back, playfully narrowed my eyes. "You better not be cheating on me."

"...huh?"

"With Betty Crocker..." My voice was a mere murmur as I pulled my attention away from our current conversation and stared down at the wrapped gifts in front of me. A smile pulled at my lips.

"Oh. Right. Yeah," He laughed again - slightly, anyway, and joined me at the table.

I grinned at him, and my quick-witted joke faded into the air, and we indulged in the massive spread that Zacky had put on for us, not even giving any thought to the huge Christmas dinner that, in a matter of hours, we would be eating with the rest of the family. It was hard to believe that only a year before, my Christmas day had been spent getting drunk with my friends to avoid my empty house and my unpredictable mother. It had been miserable - pointless. I had to be more than lucky to be spending Christmas morning with the person that I loved more than anything only one year on. My life was completely different, everything I could want.