Fall Out Boy, and One Girl?

Yule Shoot Your Eye Out

Finally, it was time for the holidays. We started our break on the sixteenth of December and it ends on the sixth of January. Patrick and I decided to stay at my house and spend Christmas with his family instead of mine, and we brought Allie along.
It was the twenty fifth, otherwise known as Christmas eve and Allie was running around the house with some of Patrick's nieces and nephews, they actually got along well. I was chatting with Patrick's brother when it was announced that it was time to open presents. The children went first, and Allie was thrilled when she opened her present to reveal a set of watercolors which I had bought a while ago, intending it to be hers anyways. She thanked me before sitting on my lap and watching the other kids opening their presents. It finally came to Patrick to open his presents. His parents gave him some guitar strings and other gadgets. It was time for him to open his present from me, which was wrapped in black and gold paper. He carefully unwrapped the present as everyone looked on in silence. He looked at the box that was beneath the paper and looked at it, all confused. "Why is it blank?" He asked me. "Use your head and open it." I said, causing everyone to laugh. He did and instantly his eyes lit up. I smiled. He pulled out a polaroid camera and some film and looked at me. "Where'd you get this?" He asked me, his eyes shining in the lights that were wrapped around the tree. "Somewhere, now, look under there." I said, pointing to the box. He looked and found a few pictures painted in watercolor and acrylic by me that I had done while we were at my house and doing nothing. In fact, he had seen me drawing the first one, but didn't ask anything.
"Thank you Ashton." He smiled before sitting down beside me. "It's mommy's turn!" Allie yelled from my lap. Nobody objected so I handed her to Patrick who sat her in his lap and bounced his leg, making her laugh. I knelt down and dug out my presents, one from Patrick's parents, and one from Patrick, and surprisingly Pete? I looked at Patrick and held up the box in question. "He didn't mean to send it, we'll take it home and open it then." he said. I nodded and set the box aside, grabbing the present from his parents. I felt like I was five again, sitting cross-legged on the floor. I opened it and it revealed some paints and more paper for drawing along with some pens.
I thanked his parents and set the supplies aside and grabbed Patrick's present. I was wrapped in purple reflective paper and topped with an iridescent white bow. I opened the box and inside were a few photos of us on stage that Elliot took and some photos of us messing around that Pete probably took.
I smiled at the photos before pulling out a USB. I looked at Patrick in confusion and held up the stick.
"Read the letter and it will make sense." He said.
I looked in the box for the letter and read it. I smiled at all the cute things he wrote and thanked him.
The night went on with some laughs and surprises.

When we got back to my house we just laid around, doing a lot of nothing. Allie messed around with her watercolors, showing us picture after picture with the same enthusiasm every time. I enjoyed it and told her something good about every picture regardless if I was tired or not. Patrick would smile and be surprised and compliment her picture.
Once Allie went to bed I took the flash drive and went down to my studio. I sat down on my stool in the sound booth, put my glasses on, and turned on my computer before plugging in the USB.
I waited a few seconds before a little audio clip popped up. I pressed play and began to listen.

It was beautiful, and midway through I started to cry. I couldn't believe how beautiful it was. The audio stopped and I sat there while crying silently. I felt arms wrap around me and a head rest on my shoulder.
"What do you think ma chérie?" Patrick whispered. "It's gorgeous Patrick." I said quietly. "I'm glad you like it because the song is for you." He smiled. "Really? Thank you hun." I beamed. He then leaned down and kissed me softly.
"Merry Christmas Ashton."

I'm not dead! Happy holidays!
-DLJ