A/N: Since it's Christmas, I thought I'd do a Christmas story.
Slightly AU, considering this is after PP, with the event of PP never happening. Junior year, winter, Christmas season to be exact.
Disclaimer- No, I still don't own it.
Sam
My black comforters were warm, my pillow had never been in a better shape, the room was only barely lit by the early morning light. All in all, a great morning, one where I could easily drift back into an undisturbed sleep. I smiled sleepily at the thought, letting my eyes drift back close, the dreamworld enveloping me in its warm embrace again. Best yet, nothing was going to bother me, not even my parents, they were on a cruise for the week with Grandma and I was left to get up when I wanted. Nothing was going to bother me, not this morning.
Ring!
Except maybe my doorbell. I groaned into my pillow, who in the world got up this early when we were on break?
Ring!
Whoever it was, they were impatient. And, in my opinion, needed to get a life. They obviously didn't have one if they were standing on my doorstep this early in the morning. I shook my head, willing the visitor to go away.
Ring!
" Fine, fine. I'm coming!" I muttered to the empty room as I sat up, almost wishing my parents were back from their cruise so that they, being the horrible morning people that they were, could deal with situations like this one.
I stood, stretching my arms above my head as I made my way across the room. The room around me was still dark, given the early hour, and the paint on my walls did nothing to help the lack-of-light, but I had to blink as I opened up the door to the pastel painted hallway. My bare feet grew cold against the polished wood as I made my way down the stairs, steps echoing in the empty house. I swept a stray hair out of my face and pulled it back behind my ear, not bothering to redo the ponytail I had slept with.
Ring!
The windowed oak door showed a blurred visage of a dark silhouette retreating rapidly as I approached. I opened the door, forgetting my attire. The cold air stung my arms and legs, which were exposed by my tank top and sleeper shorts, and the danced across my neck and bare shoulders, making me shudder as it settled in my hair. The figure was no where to be seen, but I could hear a faint intake of breath somewhere near, only to wonder if I was hearing myself breath. I could easily see my breath, the warm breath making it look like steam rising through the snow scattered air. The snow was deep on the road in front of me, and I stepped back into the house to avoid losing my toes to the snow on my steps.
I smiled at the area around me, at the beauty of the snow covered streets in the dawn, and got ready to go back inside, realizing the person was probably pranking the rich. But, as I closed the door, I glanced down, and saw something I hadn't when I first looked.
On the next step down from where I had been standing, was a flower, a rose, sitting in the snow. The red petals contrasted drastically with the pure snow, as did the green stem, but one thing didn't, and it happened to be a note, folded in half.
I stepped forward, ignoring the tingling feeling as my warm skin met the undisturbed snow, and reached down to pick up the rose and the note attached. I picked it up gently, as if it would shatter if moved to roughly, and made sure not to prick myself on the thorns still sitting on the stem. I brought the bloom up to my nose, letting the scent linger before standing straight and moving back into the house.
Only when I was standing back in my warm house, the snow already melting in my hair, did I opened the note.
It was written, or typed rather, in an elegant script, and it read:
To a lovely someone, a gift not matching your beauty.
I felt myself frown, knowing no one who would give such a gift, but I let myself relax. I felt myself smile as I brought the blossom up to my nose again, inhaling the sweet scent, wondering if this would be the only gift I would receive in this fashion this Christmas season.
I made my way back up to my room, laying the rose and the note on my dresser, and crawled back into my warm covers. Mystery gifts or no, this was still to early to be up.
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