Not much to say...it's kinda Heather/Noahish. I really tried to get this up in time, but it's late. Oh well. Hopefully people are still in a Christmassy mood, lol. I'll try to update this quickly, but I'm not promising anything.
Sorry if it sucks...I tried, lol.
Also, this is NOT a one-shot. There is more to come. 2 or 3 more chapters. Probably 2.
Chapter 1: You're a Mean One
"Oh my gosh! I can't believe it's almost Christmas!" Lindsay exclaimed hanging up a stocking over the fireplace upside down. Beth fixed it as Lindsay was busy hanging up another stocking.
"Neither can I! I just love Christmas sooooo much!" Katie said happily.
"No way, I love Christmas too!" Sadie chirped.
"EEEEEEEEEEEE!" The two squealed and hugged.
Bridgette laughed.
"I think most people like Christmas," said Bridgette. "Just look around. Everyone is full of Christmas cheer."
It was true. Many of the teens were running around, exchanging gifts, decorating the tree, baking cookies, and singing songs. Even Courtney, Duncan, Eva, and Gwen were either happier or friendlier than usual.
"Yeah, well I hate Christmas!" Heather sneered.
The room fell quiet as everyone stopped and stared at Heather.
"She hates Christmas?" Lindsay asked Beth with a confused frown on her face.
"How can anyone hate Christmas?" DJ asked.
"It could be that her head isn't screwed on just right," Gwen muttered.
"It could be, perhaps, that her shoes are too tight," suggested Justin.
"Well, I think that the most likely reason of all," Noah snorted. "May be that her heart is two—well it doesn't exist at all."
Heather glared at the egghead.
"Can it you little worm," she said. She turned towards everyone and scowled. "Do you want to know why I hate Christmas?"
"Because you're Grinch who hates other people's happiness," Beth answered.
"No!" said Heather. "Everything about this season sucks. The snow is too cold and stupid, little boys think they have a right to throw it at me."
Splat.
Heather's point was made as a snowball hit her upside the head, even though they were inside. Heather sneered at the guilty individual.
"Heh…sorry," said Cody. "Got a little carried away."
"Other than snowballs," Heather said wiping her face off and flicking the snow off her fingers, "I hate Christmas songs, they're annoying. And I hate those stupid bright lights that people think they can just burn my eyes out with. I hate the tacky, cheery decorations. But most of all I HATE THAT STUPID JOLLY FAT GUY!"
Everyone gasped.
"Sorry…" said Owen.
"Not you, moron!" Heather snapped.
"Oh."
"Though you're not much better," she added. "And would somebody please tell me why the CRAP are we at Playa De Losers a week before Christmas? Shouldn't we all be at home? It's not like I really want to spend the Holidays with you people! Although, spending it with my family isn't much better. That's the other thing I hate about Christmas, family get-togethers! I have to act like I actually LIKE my relatives AND they never get me ANYTHING good!"
"Yeesh, toots, what's your problem?" said Duncan.
"I can understand Zeke not celebrating," Geoff entered in, referring to the toque-headed boy setting up a Menorah. "But it sounds like you simply hate it because it's a happy time."
"Yeah, even I like Christmas, "said Eva. "And I hate everything."
"Yeah, well…" Heather trailed off, looking around the room. Her eyes lit up. "Noah! I bet Noah hates this holiday!"
"I'm relatively neutral," said Noah, not even looking up from his book. "Sure, people are annoying at this time but there are some positives. As long as my parents update my World of Warcraft subscription I can't complain."
"But Noah, that's not what Christmas is all about," said Lindsay with a frown.
"Yeah, Noah, it's about love and friendship and family and joy and all other kinds of puke-inducing garbage," said Heather mockingly.
Lindsay frowned at her.
"No…it's about Santa and Rudolph and Frosty the Snowman," said Lindsay.
"And colored lights and tinsel and blow-up decorations," said Katie
"And Christmas carols and TV specials and Christmas trees," said Sadie.
"And gingerbread men and candy canes and egg nog and fruitcake and chocolate Santas and Christmas cookies and roast beef and—"
"We get it fatso..." Duncan interrupted, while everyone sweat-dropped at Owen and the three ditzy girls.
"Uh…actually, even if the date is wrong, it's about the birth of Jesus," said Noah. "You don't have to be a Christian to know that, you just have to pick up a history book once in a while. But I guess that would be too much to ask of you morons. Like the biggest holiday of the year would really be about cookies, TV, tinsel, and an imaginary fat guy."
"Imaginary fat guy?" Lindsay asked.
"Santa, you idiot," said Heather.
"But Santa's not imaginary, he's real." said Lindsay.
Almost everyone stared at Lindsay with raised eyebrows. Heather's mouth twitched into an evil, little smirk.
"No he's not," said Heather.
"Yes he is!" Lindsay argued.
"He's just a made-up story; something to get little kids to obey their parents throughout the year," said Heather. "Look it up. He's not real."
"B-but…Beth!" Lindsay said. "Tell Heather Santa IS real."
Beth stared at Lindsay nervously.
"Yeah, Beth. Tell me Santa's real." Heather taunted with a smirk.
"Well, you see Lindsay…" said Beth. "The fact is…it's kinda complicated. Maybe Cody can explain it better."
"Who me?" said Cody in fright. "Um…uh…Well, uh…Eva!"
The boy smacked himself in the forehead. Eva probably wasn't the best person to past such a task to but he was nervous and she was the first person his eyes flicked to.
However, the normally cranky girl was staring at Heather in horror.
"What do you mean, Santa's not real?" Eva asked.
Everyone stared at Eva and then blinked.
"Uh…well, you see Lindsay," said Bridgette nervously. "And, um...Eva? He exists sorta…kinda, in a way…but not how we usually think he would exist. He, um, well…"
Noah sighed.
"He is fairytale that's based off a real person named Saint Nicholas. He was a bishop from the 4th Century who secretly gave gifts to the poor," said Noah. "So, technically, he was real but—"
"Now he's dead," said Heather bluntly.
Lindsay turned her head slowly to stare at Heather in horror.
"Santa is dead?" Lindsay asked her blue eyes sad and wide.
"As a doornail," said Heather with glee, loving every minute of this conversation.
"B-but…I…" the blonde stammered with a trembling lip. She began to wail. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
Lindsay ran off, sobbing broken-heartedly.
"Good going, Heather!" Beth exclaimed angrily. She and Tyler ran after the crushed girl.
Eva was downtrodden as well.
"I…need to be alone." said Eva. She stomped away slamming a door behind her.
Everyone turned to glare at Heather.
"What's your problem?" said LeShawna.
"Yeah, that was incredibly harsh!" accused Trent.
"So?" said Heather. "Somebody had to tell the bimbo. She can't spend her whole life believing in some LIE!"
"Yeah, but you could have done it in a better way," said Gwen.
"Even I admit that was pretty low of you," said Noah.
"You know what? Whatever!" said Heather. "You're all a bunch of stupid idiots worked up over some stupid holiday. You're all incredibly lame! I much rather go outside and freeze my back-side off than sit here and have some self-righteous individuals point their fingers at me."
"So go…it's not like anyone wants you around," Noah muttered.
Heather's eyes widened and she frowned. She quickly wiped that off and scowled.
"Fine! Maybe I will!" Heather exclaimed. She stood up swiftly and stomped towards the door, thrusting it open. She turned around sharply.
"Oh, and by the way…BAH FRICKEN HUMBAG!"
Heather stomped out the front door and slammed it behind her.
"Yeesh…" said Duncan.
"Stupid…idiotic…moronic…Christmas…PUH!" Heather grumbled stomping down the stairs.
She stopped and sat down on the bottom, ice-covered stair. She jumped up with a yelp.
"Uh, better not do that…" she said, rubbing her now-freezing backside. She continued muttering to herself. "The nerve of those…PEOPLE. Preaching at me like I should just do everything the way they think I should. So what if I hate Christmas? It's my right to do so and if I want to make other people miserable in the process then what's it to them? Jerks…"
Heather quit mumbling as she noticed an intern hurrying by with a bag of groceries. Something tumbled out of the bag and fell to the ground unnoticed by the individual.
"Oh yeah…I'll show them. I can be nice." Heather sneered. She marched over to the object and snatched it off the ground. She called out to the intern, "Hey, moron! Ya dropped something. HEY!"
But the intern hurried away without turning around. Heather opened her mouth to yell again but then closed it.
"Oh, whatever…I'm not gonna waste my effort."
So much for nice.
Heather looked at the lost grocery.
"Egg nog…" she murmured, reading the label. She smiled.
Her eyes flew open in horror.
"Oh no! I am not drinking this!" she said. "I must find some way to dispose of it!"
Heather looked around wildly but then stopped and looked at the Egg Nog once more.
"Well, I…I guess one little sip won't hurt…"
Heather opened the cartoon and took a sip. She smiled.
"Um…maybe just one more little…" Heather trailed off. She tipped the cartoon into her mouth and guzzled it down. Then she smacked her lips.
"Now that's what I call a good Egg Nog," she said, throwing the empty cartoon behind her.
All of a sudden her eye twitched. Then her body had a slight spasm. Then she hyperventilated.
But then Heather did something shocking, horrifying, terrifying, and overall disturbing.
She giggled.
"It's Christmas," she whispered to herself excitedly. "It's Christmas…and I'm freezing. CUZ IT'S SNOWING!!!"
Heather started skipping around singing "White Christmas" and overall acted like a maniac. For you see, Heather was not drunk…nor was she high. No.
Heather had gotten…The Christmas Spirit.
Finally, Heather stopped abruptly and gasped.
"I MUST WISH EVERYONE A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND BRING JOY TO THE WORLD!" She yelled.
Heather fled towards the resort and then burst into it, startling several of the other teens.
"MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!" She yelled, flailing her arms in the air.
Everyone stared at her in surprised shock.
I got Noah's info of Saint Nicholas from Wikipedia, lol.
And these lines:
"It could be that her head isn't screwed on just right," Gwen muttered.
"It could be, perhaps, that her shoes are too tight," suggested Justin.
"Well, I think that the most likely reason of all," Noah snorted. "May be that her heart is two—well it doesn't exist at all."
Are lines altered from lines from Dr. Seuss' How the Grinch Stole Christmas.
