A/N: Hey Guys! Here is a Christmas Special dedicated to one of my closet, dearest best friends (truly she's amazing!) JhaniAlli ! Seriously, she got me hooked on fanfiction and now we are starting a tradition where we write a fanfic for each other as a Christmas prezzie! Ally, you are amazing and funny and I hope you have an amazing Christmas cus you deserve the best. Merry Chritsmas Ally! This one is for you!

By the way guys, this is my first multi-chap so please review both good and bad.

You will truly make my day :D

xxx

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas;

Soon the bells will start,

And the thing that will make them ring is the carol that you sing

Right within your heart."

Jonny Mathis

Ugh, I hate this. Why me?

"Lizzie, wait up!" giggled Jane. She's already circled me three times.

I mean it's not like I can't ice-skate, I can! I'd just rather be doing something worth my time – like reading a new book with a hot cup of chocolate instead of sliding across a piece of ice.

"Smile, Lizzie! It's the season to be cheerful and happy and full of good-

"No. It's the time to be snuggled in your bed, sleeping. Not skating round an ice-rink! I scowl as some kid nearly crashes into me and causes me to loose my balance.

"But Lizzie, you're really good!"

"I know! That's the point!"

Jane sighs and shakes her head. She skates off towards Kitty who is now crying from falling for the umpteenth time. For a twelve-year old, she is quite the wimp.

Why do I have to be here? I owe Jane like a million favours already but come on? It's like I'm being punished, I just wanna read a book, not be all happy and jolly with ice-skating and mistletoes and snowflakes and -

My thoughts are interrupted by a crazed mess of red hair. Next to that red hair is Jane, smiling, turning the same shade of red. I skate over, determined to find out what's going on.

"Hey Jane, who's this?" I ask as I gracefully slide next to her and fold my arms. The red head was a guy, a cute guy. Well what Jane would call cute anyways.

"Hi Im Charlie" he reached out his hand and smiled

Check. He has good manners and a nice smile.

"This is Lizzie, my sister" grinned Jane. I accepted his hand.

Okay handshake means he's a softy. Could this girl seem any more eager?

Charlie smiled back at Jane. Jane blushed furiously and twiddled a golden strand of stray hair around her finger.

Is she pouting?

An hour later, Jane and I are back at the family lodge. I knock of the snow of my boots and shuffle into the cozy cottage, wiggling my numb toes in an attempt to bring life back to them. Its pine logged walls gave off a fresh rosemary aura that makes my nose tingle. The silver tinsel line the walls and the mistletoe is constantly being harassed by Lulu. Silly cat still can't reach it. Kitty limps towards the kitchen in search for some more of Switzerland's famous hot chocolate and Jane sighs happily.

Great... I'm now going to have to ask why she's sighing, as if I don't already know.

Jane sighs again.

I settle myself in the plush sofa with my favourite book of all time, Little Women, and try my best to concentrate.

Jane throws herself across my lap, knocking my book on to the floor. She sighs again and grins.

"Yes Jane?" I ask. I smile and try to look interested. All the way back from the ice-rink Jane had talked none stop about this Charlie Bingley who just happened to seem interested in her, as if no other boy's jaw at the ice-rink dropped. Jane was a beauty but with her kind heart, innocent and even naivety, Jane just couldn't see it.

"I think I'm in love" she squealed. She wiggled herself of my lap and curled up at the other end of the sofa, like Lulu. "He was so handsome and so funny and so… so…!"

"Yes Janey, he was just so amazing!" I giggled. I smiled warmly at my sister, knowing she hadn't felt like this for someone before. Her cheeks were rosy and her hair golden, like an angel. She wore a cream cashmere sweater over an ivy-coloured woolly skirt. Her cream snow boots had pom-poms shaped as hearts that bounced around as she walked.

After ten minutes of Jane squealing, blushing and screaming "he might be the one", she retired to her bedroom for the afternoon.

I on the other hand continue to read my novel, well try to.

"Lizzie darling, why don't you go out?" pressed mama. She's just finished making an apple crumble (which smells delicious I might add) and had decided to come pester me. Great, just great.

"Lizzie, what book are you reading now?" she asked, furrowing her brows in an attempt to read the small print.

For goodness sake, leave me alone!

"Haven't you made some new friends yet? Any boys in particular? You do know your cousin Collin's is lodging down the road from us, hmm? Also the Jacksons are too... if you're interested." she pressed as she wiped her hands on her apron. "Don't forget our neighbours, the Darcy family. They're rich like us." She grinned.

That's it!

I drop my book and turn to face my mother.

"I've had enough. If you are suggesting what I think you're suggesting, then that is completely gross and out of order!"

Mama tries to protest but I sush her.

"No mama! NO! You have completely humiliated me from time and time again! I'm sick of it! This is a holiday and here you are, bullying me into finding a husband! I don't want one! I'm 18 mother and yet somehow I'm on holiday with you. I could be back at my apartment, relaxing, but noooo! I'm here in a foreign country with you!" I yell. I storm out of room and breeze past my confused father, past a surprised kitty and into my room.

I jump onto my bed and bury my head into the feather filled pillows and sigh

Why is my life so hard? I'm only 18 and yet my mother is still trying to sell me off to some rich bloke.

A soft knock on my door pulls me back to reality. I slowly lift my head only to find a worried looking Jane with a plate of cookies. I smile weakly and nod. She quietly shuts the door and steps over Lulu in an attempt to reach my bed. She places the plate on my dressing table and sighs.

Within five minutes I'm snuggled into Jane's arms, sobbing. I don't know how I ended up like that but I'm glad Jane was with me. She strokes my hair and sighs.

"I know mother can sometimes misunderstand us, but she means well Lizzie"

I sniff and wipe my eyes. Jane is such a sweetheart that she won't even admit how horrible out mother actual is. Mother's favourite was always Jane because of her beauty, but that doesn't mean she has to embarrass her other daughters. I'm always thought of as the ugly duckling, Mary isn't even acknowledged most of the time and Kitty is thought of as childish and silly, even though she is a child.

"It's not fair Janey. I just want to be alone. She knows about my problems with George, why can't she just leave me alone?"

"Because Lizzie, she wouldn't be our mother if she did." She smiled weakly at me and gave me a squeeze. "Come on now eat your cookies, they're your favourite".

I immediately sit up and narrow my eyes at the plate of cookies. "Choc chip?" I ask. I wiggle my eyebrows at Jane, forgetting everything that had previously occurred.

"Choc chip" confirmed Jane laughing.

We both stay up till midnight, talking, watching movies and eating popcorn. Jane may be my sister, but she's also my best friend.

My phone starts vibrating and I ignore it, enjoying the quality time I have with my sister.

"Lizzie answer your phone!" Jane nagged.

"Alright, alright, keep ya wig on" I mumur. I pick up my phone while keeping my gaze firmly on the tv screen. It was getting to the good part because Tom Cruise was now on . I slowly draw my firm gaze away from the plasma to the phone only to find myself choking on popcorn. My face hot and my eyes watering from my coughing fit, Jane gently slaps my back. I hand my phone to Jane and take a sip of coke.

10 missed calls from George Wickham and 1 voicemail message.

Is this guy kidding me? After a month of avoiding and ignoring me, he decides to call now? Jackass.

Jane's eyes widened. "Oh dear, Lizzie are you going to call him back?"

"Err not yet. Just play the voicemail". I run my hands through my long hair. I cross my legs and grip onto my pillow tightly.

"Hey Lizzie. It's err, George here. I really miss you. A lot. I know you are avoiding me because you haven't answered my calls but in all honesty, I didn't mean to cheat on you. So I've decided to come and visit you. I'm in Switzerland…"

"SWITZERLAND!?"

"…I'm lodging with the Jackson's. I will always love you my Elle bear. Give me a ring! Bye for now"

The phone beeps. Jane and I's eyes meet.

"Janey.." I whisper

"Yeah?" she replies softly

"I was angry at George because he forgot our anniversary." My lip slightly trembles and I try to swallow the lump in my throat. Jane gasps as it suddenly dawns on her what I'm getting at. My face hardens as I clench my fists.

"I hate him."

"I know you do sweety, I can ring him back and tell him not to bother coming if you like?" Jane suggested. She hates to see me so angry.

"You know what Jane? I hate him and I hate life and I hate Christmas and I hate…"

"Don't say that Lizzie! He's an idiot, a stupid idiot. Nobody should treat anyone like that, no-one!" Jane exclaimed. I'd never seen her so worked up. "Don't worry over him, he's a jerk! You don't really hate life or Christmas, you're just hurt" she soothed.

"What's the point Jane?" My eyes fill with tears and I blink them away. "Nothing I ever do is good enough for people. I'm not good enough for people, for anyone. I sigh and roll over.

" I'm tired now, can you go? I want to be alone."

Jane clears the bed and reluctantly leaves me. She pauses at the door.

"Don't let him ruin your Christmas Lizzie."

I wait for the soft click and sigh. The tears that were on the verge of spilling, were now free. They slowly fall from my eyes onto my cheek.

"It's too late, he already has." I breathe. My eyes flutter to a close and I sigh.