You're Delusional

You're under MY Mistletoe, Sir.

Hey guys! It's Christmas time of course, and I'm trying really hard to get an update out on all of my stories. 

With Tyler and Max approaching their fun times, it is Christmas time, which we all know is the time of love and joy.

And mistle toes! So maybe I'll sneak a secret kiss into this little Christmas story. 

Arg! Let me stop bringing your little minds into thinking something that probably won't even happen! c': 

I hope that sentence didn't ruin your days!

But here is the Christmas special! Enjoy! c': 

I wrote this by listening to Lidnesy Stirling and her epic violin playing.

LINKS IN THE SIDE!

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Overview;

When he stopped in front of my house, I frowned slightly. "Well.. Goodbye." I said. But just as I was about to climb out, I turned around and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. I ran out after that not wanting to see his facial expression.

Walking into my house, it was completely dark. Huh, where's Hail--

A small side tabel lamp turned on, and Hailey had spun around, being in my recliner, like in one of those creepy horror movie. Except she had a stuffed Polar Bear. It made me chuckle.

"Wanna explain every little last detail about me tonight?" She pushed, while I took my shoes off, realizing I still had his jacket around me. I just left it there.

Turning to her, I smiled.

 

"I'd love too, Hailey-Bear."

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Chapter 8; ( Nine if you count the filler! ) 

I rolled all around in my warm cocoon of blankets. They, first off, smelled like yumminess. Second off, they were warm! It's winter, what do you expect. Plus, I was trying to avoid my mom. She wanted me to come down and help her with cooking dinner tonight. As a way of saying thank you to Maxwell  for him taking me to his families restraunt and his mom cooking dinner and the whole meeting her thing. 

 I hated my moms logic though, so I told her I wasn't feeling well and I needed to lay down. That resulted in this. Me rolling around, aimlessly, might I add, moaning because I'm so bored. 

Do you know what can make you jump twelve million feet in the air? Someone knocking on your door, while your face is buried under a pillow and you are just starting to fall asleep. 

"Whaaaaaat?" I might have held out my 'a' for longer than necessary, but I was tired and I didn't have the courage to move or speak normally. 

"Can I come in?" The deep and husky familiar voice I had become accustomed too, questioned.

I replied with a grunt, and just laid there. My butt way in the air and my face dug deep into the warmth of the mattress, blankets, and pillows. I heard that, oh to familiar clicking noise from the door, replied by foot steps. They soon stopped and I could tell because, not only was I listening but you could feel his weight sinking into my mattress.