As I wrapped my coat tighter around me, I watched as the snow fell to the ground. A light wind blew, making me shiver. It was Christmas Eve, and I was alone. Or, I felt like it anyways. A sigh escaped my lips, and a fog blew from it. Usually, Christmas is my favorite time of year. The lights hanging up, making the city shine red and green. Waking up at the crack of dawn, to find a tree stacked full of presents in our living rooms, making delicious Christmas cookies. But, this year it was different. Something was missing...

My best friend, Greyson Chance.

The guy I feel in love with.

What wasn't to love? His brown hair, that no matter what style it was in it looked amazing, his chocolate brown eyes, always smiling and shining, letting you get sucked into them. His smile, lighting up a dark room, his smile could feed the hungry. His laugh seemed to make everyone feel better. We've been best friends since what seemed like forever. I've been there from the beginning, of his career, to when he got his heart broken. I hated seeing him cry during that. I was about to punch someone. Eventually, he was better, and focused more on his music.

The day I knew I loved him was a few months ago. We were sitting under the stars, just me and him. It was a nice day; we had hung out all day, just like we always did. We were joking around and laughing at each others silly stories. Everything was perfect. Then, we turned to face each other, and our eyes locked into each others, brown meeting green. Butterflies were swirling in my stomach, and my heart was beating faster. His lips were inches from mine. All I had to do was lean in...

But then, he looked away, and acted like nothing ever happened.

That night, I sat awake in my bed, wondering what that feeling was that I was feeling. I wanted it to go away so bad, but it just wouldn't. When I thought about how beautiful his eyes were, my stomach flip-flopped. I had to face the fact I was in love with my best friend.

Now, I was here, alone at this Christmas party. Greyson was on tour in Indonesia, and part of me seemed to be missing. He's been gone for about a month, and we haven't talked that whole time. I missed him like crazy, I could cry. But, I knew Greyson wouldn't want me to cry for him, so I didn't

Sighing, I turned around and went back into Paisley's house, where the party was being held. Many people were here, chatting loudly and enjoying themselves. I looked over to one of the doorways and saw a couple kissing under the mistletoe, which was ironic because Justin Bieber's "Mistletoe" was playing. I wished Greyson was here, to kiss me under the mistletoe. A girl can dream, can't she?

I made my way to the kitchen to get a bottle of water, when I heard a laughter. It sounded like a dying hyena, all high-pitched. Immediately, I knew who it was. Lauren Westphlaten.

She was the girl who broke Greyson's heart; the girl who made him cry. I've always had this disapproving view of her. She dated almost every guy at Cheyenne Middle School, and sadly, Greyson fell for her, no matter how many times I warned him about it. But, he didn't listen. When they started dating, I was depressed, because Greyson kept blowing me off to hang out with her. But, he seemed happy, so I tried to be happy. Then, he came to my house, his face was red and he looked like he was going to cry; his eyes were watery. That's when he told me he caught Lauren cheating on him. He kept apologizing, how he kept blowing me off and how he was a horrible friend. I forgave him instantly, because I did have a crush on him then.

Cautiously, I went to the fridge, trying to now let her see me. I failed epically.

"Well, if it isn't Mary. What are you doing here, loser?" Lauren's high-pitched voice said from behind me. I turned around, water bottle in hand.

"This is a party, I'm allowed to be here. Why do you care?" I shot at her. She laughed.

"Who invited you her, nerd?" She asked. How badly I wanted to just hit her preppy-little face...

"Paisley, you know, the owner of this house." I replied. She rolled her eyes.

"You should just leave, no one wants your ugly ass here," said Lauren. Her little clique laughed.

"Why, so you can go screw every guy here?" I snapped. Well, that pissed her off. Cause she smacked me right across my face. Hard. Lauren and her clique laughed at me. I just stood there for a minute, trying to not cry. Finally, I just ran out the back door, into the cold air. No one was back here, thank the Lord. The tears freely flowed down my rosy cheeks. Silently, I cried. I hated her so much.

I don't know how long I was out there, but eventually, I heard a voice say "Don't cry, I can't stand to see your angelic face stained with tears."

No, it couldn't be... I looked up.

"G-Greyson?" my voice made out. Damn tear-choked voice.

Greyson nodded, and he sat down next to me. "It's me, Mary,"

Not knowing exactly what to do, I just hugged him, crying into his shoulder. And it wasn't from Lauren. It was seeing Greyson again. He wrapped his arms around me, hugging me back, pulling me closer to him. He rested his chin on the crook of my neck. My face was buried into his shoulder. Greyson's voice was whispering soothing voice.

"It's okay, Mary," he kept saying. Eventually, I pulled away.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice a little scratchy. "I thought you were supposed to be in Indonesia?"

Greyson smiled lightly. "My manager let me come back for Christmas, because I kept begging him to let me."

"So you could see your family?" I asked.

"That's part of it," he cupped my cheek with his hand, making me look into his shining brown eyes. "Also, so I could see the girl I'm in love with,"

A frown appeared on my face. "Who would that be?"

"You," he said. Well, that caught my attention.

"What?" I asked. Was he serious?

"Yes, Mary, I'm in love with you." Greyson said. "I have been for a long time. You're everything I could look for in a girl: beautiful, smart, funny, and you like me for me, not just for my fame."

Tears were forming in my eyes again, this time of happiness. "I love you too, Greyson."

Greyson smiled, and hugged me again. This was the best day of my life. Then, Greyson pulled away. Not saying a word, he pointed up. Confusion struck me, then I looked up to where he was pointing, then I got what he meant. Mistletoe was hanging from the top of the porch cover. A smile appeared on my lips. My gaze went back to Greyson, who was smiling too. Then, before I could process what was happening, Greyson's soft lips were on mine.

Sparks seemed to fly, and butterflies were swirling in my stomach again. I kissed back, and Greyson's lips formed a smile against mine. His arms went around my waist, pulling me closer to him, and mine wrapped around his neck. It was how I always pictured it, Greyson kissing me on a cold winter night, under the mistletoe. It was perfect.

Sadly, Greyson pulled his lips off mine. He rested his forehead against mine, not letting his hold on me go. His lips were formed into a smile.

"Mary, can I have the honor of calling you my girlfriend?" He asked. The words I've always wanted to hear..

"Of course," I said. Greyson's grin widened and he pressed his lips to mine again, with much more passion. The snow fell to the earth, and the chilly wind blew around us, but neither me nor Greyson cared. We had each other, and nothing else mattered in the world.

It was a Christmas miracle.

Authors Note: I decided to post a Christmas one-shot since it's Christmas. This was my Christmas present to my friend Mary (yes, I actually have a friend named Mary), but, I decided to post it on here too.

Merry Christmas!(:

-MaryChance