Mercedes Catherine rounded the tree. "I don't know. Is it big enough?"
"How big do you want it?" Michael the Fourth asked.
"I don't know. I just want it big enough so we see it every time we go in the room."
He eyed her fondly. She was so cute. "How about this one?"
She went to stand by him and leaned her head back. "Whoa...!"
He grinned. "So you like it?"
"It's the best tree ever!" Her voice was hushed.
"Hey guys!" He called the others over. "We've found the tree!"
The other kids gathered around. "Wow..."
"Didn't Michael find the most perfect tree?" Mercedes Catherine whispered.
"You got taste, bro." Marceline Anne approved. "Does this mean this is over? Cuz it's getting late."
"I thought we were going to do everything tonight?" Mercedes Catherine pouted.
"Put away the lip. We will. I'm not going to bed at four o'clock in the morning though."
"It's your wedding. You decorate. Whatever you say, goes."
Marceline Anne raised a brow. "No crying?"
"I don't cry!" Mercedes Catherine stomped a foot.
Marceline Anne eyed her steadily.
She sulked. "No crying."
"No going behind my back, trying to do it your way?"
"I don't do that!"
Marceline Anne gave her another unconcerned stare.
Mercedes Catherine wanted to whine. "No going behind your back, trying to do it my way."
"No mistletoe?"
"No mistle-?! We have to have mistletoe!"
"For what?!" Marceline Anne was incredulous. "He's right there! Just kiss him!"
Mercedes Catherine's face dropped as her eyes widened and she paled. "Marcy?!"
Michael blushed.
Artie sniffled as quietly as he could as he wiped away literal tears.
Chase and Karen were giggling quietly as Malcolm tried to control his trembling lips.
On one hand, Santana didn't want Mercedes Catherine kissing Michael but on the other, that was hilarious and she wanted to laugh.
Madeline looked between all the teens, feeling like she was missing something.
Marceline Anne rolled her eyes. "Whatever. Are we getting this tree or what?"
Mercedes Catherine glared at her. "Yes, we are!"
Marceline Anne mocked her silently.
"You're such a pain!"
"How you wound me, madam!"
Chase walked away quickly.
Karen swallowed with difficulty. "I'll go get him."
"It's cold out here. Don't catch your death trying to get him on lock." Marceline Anne moved her hands within her pockets.
"Marcy!" Karen blushed before running away.
"She's the one who's tryin to catch pneumonia out here." Marceline Anne shook her head.
"Girl, you are bad." Artie loved it.
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Morphine
Romance"I can feel you; just like a drug..." Marceline Anne Taylor-Jones is what one would call a bad girl. She does what she wants when she wants because she wants. Malcolm Chang is what one would call a good boy. He follows the rules and does what's requ...
