Don't cry Monster

A few things about this.

1. I needed a villain, that's all. I'm sure Shane Dawson is actually very nice.
2. I write for an audience of one (That's me), so there might be some 'tenses' problems.
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Phil has loved Christmas ever since he was a kid. Everything thing about it from the festive decorations in the shops, his favorite coffee drink and singing songs to putting baubles on the tree, helping his mum bake and seeing all different kinds of light displays, but his favorite thing about Christmas is Santa, not for the gifts, he likes those, though he prefers giving them, but because of the magic, to Phil there is nothing more magical than being kind to others and that is exactly what Santa is, the human embodiment of kindness. Only little did he know that was about to change.

"You can't go on holiday! Christmas is in two weeks and we've spent every one together since we were little. Can't PJ take you the day after?" He asked, pulling his book bag out and closing his locker.

"Phil, you know he can't. He goes back to University then so he doesn't fall behind on his course work. I promise we can have our very own Christmas when I get back. Just the two of us. Please?" Carrie made a point of flattening her cat ears down and sticking her bottom lip out.

"Ooh, horrible girl, okay you-"

Carrie squealed, jumped up to wrap her arms around his neck before he could finish his sentence. "You're the best friend I could ever ask for!"

"And yet you're leaving me alone," He paused, "On Christmas no less." He pretended to cry.

Carrie raised one brow at him.

He chuckled, "I had to. It's what you get for doing your sad kitten ears. You know it won't be the same without you."

She took a deep breath and out, "I know, but you'll be alright won't you?"

"I guess. Who will stay up with me to try catch Santa though?"

"What? You still believe in Santa! What are you, five?"

Phil's stomach knotted instantly at the owner of the awe sounding voice, "Hello Shane." He said quietly, focusing on his shoes and moving to grip his arms to make himself smaller.

"You didn't answer my question Lester." He leaned against the wall of lockers next to Phil, "Are you fiv-"

Carrie stepped between the two boys. "Sod off Shane. You weren't invited into the conversation and I do not want to talk to a knob head like you any longer than I have to." She spoke in a taut tone.

"Fine, calm down there Cat ears." He flicked her ears, then pulled out his phone. "Doesn't matter anyway. Everyone will think he's five after I tweet that 'Phil Lester still believes in Santa Claus.' and post." He walked away laughing.

Carrie hissed, "What I wouldn't give to give that bastard a taste of his own medicine!"

"Oh god." He mumbled, barely under his breath.