It's Hard to say I Love you. *A KOTLC Fanfiction*

Christmas Special Part One (Hah! I did it!)

I GOT THIS OUT BY CHRISTMAS! Now, before you start complaining that it is way past Christmas, I'll have you know that in Hawii, it is only 11, which means that it's still Christmas. No, I don't live in Hawii, but it still counts.

Also, 46 reviews in the last real chapter. What the... what? How is that even possible?! That's like... I don't even have a good metaphor to put here! That's amazing!

However, that does bring up a tiny problem: How the heck am I supposed to respond to 46 reviews here? Now, I'm not saying that you should stop reviewing, but I don't think I can respond to them here. But never fear! I shall respond to them, just not here. Plus, this way you don't have to scroll through a bunch of responses to find a response to your comment!

And yes, as you may have seen from the title, this is only part one. I will be making a second, because this was originally just going to be a huge chapter, but because of some personal things, I didn't get access to the internet again until late yesterday, so I only had time to do the first part out.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

You know, when It's christmas, and your parents are at your college dorm, and your best friends parents are at your college dorm, one of the worst things that could possibly happen is your best friend going to answer the door, and promptly shouting "SOPHIE! Your boyfriend is here!"

Now, this is bad for several reasons:

A). I don't have a boyfriend.

B). My dad totally takes the cake for 'Most Overprotective Father in the History of Ever'

And finally:

C). I was in my hot pink cat pajamas that Biana got me for Christmas a year ago and an old santa hat, which was a questionable wardrobe choice, but I wasn't exactly expecting guests.

"I don't have a boyfriend." I shouted back, acutely aware of the way Grady--My adoptive father-had snapped his head up from where he was helping Edaline--My adoptive mother-bake sugar cookies. I could already feel the warm blush spreading over my cheeks and nose at everyone's looks.

"Well it's that guy that you hang out with all the time, and rant about, and call cute, and-"

"Thank you Biana, we get the point. And I do not!" I could hear Biana sigh from all the way across the dorm where I was mixing the batter for the cookies.

"Aww, you're in denial." I rolled my eyes, racking every nook and cranny of my mind for a retort.

Luckily I was saved by a familiar teasing voice shouting, "Are you going to continue to talk about me like I'm not here?" I sighed, putting down the bowl full of cookie dough that I'd been mixing, and heading over to the door.

"Everyone give them their privacy! They need time to go all lovey-dovey without an audience!" I scoffed, and could almost hear Grady's scowl.

"Merry Christmas, idiot." I greeted the familiar Blond haired ice blue eyed guy who was leaning nonchalantly against my door frame.

"Merry Christmas, brilliant." He responded with a cheeky grin. I laughed slightly and pulled him in for a hug. When we pulled away, I saw as his gaze drifted downwards, and his eyes lit up. "Nice wardrobe choice. I hear hot pink cats are all the rage this season."

"You're a big moron, you know that?" I scoffed, trying to hide behind me hair like I always did.

Keefe winked dramatically as he gently moved my hair back behind me ear, his fingers lingering on my skin for just a second longer than necessary."And you love me for it." He responded cockily. Truthfully, I did, but I would never let him know that. "So, you gonna let me in?"