The Stories After

Part 3- Under the Mistletoe

Piper's POV

Jason stayed over at my house the night before Christmas Eve. Then, the next day, we had a lot of fun decorating the tree, and all around the house. Jason and I put up wreaths and tinsel, little santa clauses, and, of course, mistletoe in almost every doorway. After decorating all day, both of us were tired, so we decided to lay down, watch a movie, and just snuggle up together. 

"I want to watch Hoosiers!" cried Jason. We had been arguing over what movie to watch for sometime now. I wanted to watch The Notebook, or somehing romantic, but Jason just wanted to watch basketball. That's what he always wanted to watch that kind of stuff. Why couldn't we just watch something nice for once?

I voiced out my opinion to Jason. "No, no, no! We are never going to figure this out, I just want to watch something that I want to see for once!" I was torn, but then an idea sprung into my head. "Lets watch Santa Clause! 2!"

"2?" Jason asked, questioningly.

I knew that the movie WAS for little kids, but it was still one of my favorites. Especially the second one. If you haven't seen the movies, you wouldn't understand, even if I tried to explain it. 

Suddenly, he understood. "Anything for my Pipes!" He said lovingly. He walked towards me, away from the tv stand where he had been standing, hands on his hips. As he was walking towards me, the ceiling light shone on his blond hair and perfect white smile, making them glint and shine. I breathed out. Perfect. He wrapped me in his warm, strong arms, and planted a kiss on my cold cheek. We stood there for a moment, just hugging, enjoying being togther on Christmas Eve. 

" Hey Sparky, you wanna make some hot chocolate?" I said, out of the blue. I really hoped his wasn't Aphrodite talking through me, again. 

"Sure Piper, whatever you want!"

We headed into the kitchen, hand-in-hand. I grabbed the hot chocolate mix, milk, and a couple other ingredients. Once the hot cocoa had been made, we added marshmallows, candy canes, and whipped topping. Jason stood adjacent me, intently placing his marshmallows on his hot choclate so that they made a perfect lightning bolt, the symbol of his father, Zeus. He looked so handsome when he was concentrated, the white scar above his lip was all scrunched up, and very cute. Suddenly, I had the urge to spray the whipped topping all over him. My mom again? Didn't she have something better to do than mess with my life? I wasn't going to do it. 

I did it anyways.

Soon, we were chasing each other around the house, rolling on top of each other. We had whipped cream in our hair, and other places that whipped cream shouldn't have been. Finally, we stopped- I was out of breath. Panting, I bent over, hands on my knees. I saw Jason's shoes stop in front of me, and before I knew it, I was bent over Jason's back, giggling loudly. I guess Jason doesn't get out of breath- he must be too good for that. I looked over my shoulders, to see Sparky staring at the ceiling. He set me down, and I looked up too. We were standing in the doorway to my bedroom, and above us was a big bunch of green leaves and red berries.

Although we were still coated in whipped cream, I stood up on my toes, so I was at least eye level with his nose. Jason looked down at me, grinning. He planted a kiss on my head. 

"Merry Christmas Sparky. I love you so much."

As the clock rung midnight, his lips pressed to mine. "I love you too Pipes. Merry Christmas!"

I was very happy to be spending Christmas with Jason. Sometimes, I guess my mom really does know what she is doing- sometimes.