Betty could feel the anger build up inside. He was so infuriating! Why did he have to care so much about everything? Her especially! She heard a pounding noise at the door and spun around on the spot. "Suarez? LET ME IN!" Gio exclaimed through the door as he continued to hit it. Betty walked to the door and hit it back. "Go away!" she shouted through the door. She heard him swear at the other side of the door.
'Come on Betty!' Gio exclaimed. He was standing in her hallway dripping wet from running through the streets of New York in the snow and all he wanted was to hold Betty in his arms and let her know that everything was going to be ok but she was so godamn stubborn. "NO GIO! Just leave me alone." She screamed as she slid down the door until she was sitting on the floor. "You don't understand...nobody understands!" She had her head in her hands and was clenching her fists clinging to her hair. She seemed to be in real distress. "BETTY! Let me in now and we can talk about this!"
Betty stood up and moved over to the windowsill. She plopped herself down and took off her jacket, throwing it to the floor. The snow falling calmed her down and made her think of Gio standing outside, freezing to death. The banging had stopped and so had his calling. She became really worried.
Slowly, Betty stood up. "Gio," she called, "Where are you?" She opened the door and nobody was there. She stood outside and looked around. "Gio?" she called again. There was no reply so Betty went inside. She took out her cell phone and dialled his number. She heard a patter and some music coming from the chimney. "All I want for Christmas is you," she heard someone singing and then a cloud of smoke fell from the fire place. Betty ran over to sweep up the mess and as she did so a big crash occurred.
Betty approached the lump lying on her living room floor and noticed the dark brown leather jacket, short spiky hair and those tight, light blue jeans. "Gio!" she exclaimed running to his side and kneeling down. "Ho! Ho! Ho!" he croaked out whilst laughing. Betty looked down at him and hit him playfully. "Don't ever do that to me again, Santa Clause!" she exclaimed. He stood up and dusted himself down. He moved over to the rocking chair and sat down, pulling Betty onto his knee. "So what do you want for Christmas? Have you been a good girl this year?" he whispered in her ear. She giggled and replied, "Do you want me to have been? And I want…. YOU!" She kissed him hard on the lips and he smiled. "No more leaving me out in the snow?" he asked her. She smiled and shook her head. "I promise!" she said putting her head on his shoulder. She fell asleep with him slowly rocking backwards and fourth. It was going to be a perfect Christmas.