This is a project I thought would be fun to do in the still of the night while crying over my lost love. It's going to be from three points of view including a character of my own creation, so if you don't like other people with your Scömiché click the big 'X' up there. I hope that you can relate to the character I'm creating in this story and be able to put yourself in her place, because it's always the most fun that way. For me, anyways. I really really hope you guys like it! Comments and votes are fun, but I just want you to enjoy the story, really.

So...if you've read anything else by me ever, you know I'm not good at short stories!! Sorry, not sorry lol!! But I have some random things that just don't fit elsewhere, so this will be my attempt to organize those thoughts. And they still probably won't be short. All ships are welcome here.

Not every part of the world celebrates a cold Christmas - in the southern hemisphere things are hot and steamy. And this Christmas they could end up being hotter and more steamy than reclusive artist Megan ever expected. For Ronald John - Dementia is a biatch.