Hi there my lovely followers from and other people that were wonderful enough to click on this! If my fello followers were paying attention in some of my other storys (which I'm now embarrassed of so do me a favor and don't read my Austin and Ally or Lab Rats crossovers) You would know that I've been working on a christmas one shot. WELL... it got lost in my files so now since I'm so sorry I couldn't post it earlier (or at all) I've decided to make this story! I doupt I'll actually be able to update every day for the twelve days of christmas but hey! Why don't we try.

You're here where you should be,

snow is falling as the carolers sing!

It just wasn't the same,

alone on Christmas day-y.

Presents, what a beautiful sight!

Don't mean a thing if you ain't holding me tight!

You're all that I need,

Underneath the tree!

Kelly Clarkson's Underneath the Tree chorus burst through my purple beats. I've recently discovered her Wrapped in Red album and have become obsessed! I've always seemed to have a thing for pop carols.

My absolute favorite part of christmas has always been the carols. I remember when I was little I would sit with my grandparents during December listening to the radio's carols. Of course, my grandparents being the way they are, we would always listen to the classics, the ones sung by the original singers. Not that I minded. Singing along and dancing with them was always my favorite time of the year. Even if it wasn't anywhere near December, just being able to sing around, listening to the radio with them was always the highlight of the day.

Now that I've gotten older, I don't need them to watch after me while my parents are at work or running errands, so I don't see them as often as I do. I'd go visit myself, but I don't know how I'd manage walking over by foot. I still get to see them every Christmas eve, and sometimes even during december. My mother always likes to get my grandmothers approval for some of the gifts she's getting for her friends.

My grandmother somehow can always tell how someone is feeling. How they say something and they mean the complete opposite. This is really helpful with getting gifts for family friends. She always knows what they want by knowing this. I've asked her how she knows and she said that if you look closely into their eyes, you'll find their soul. That's where their emotions are held. I've tried it before, but it ends with that person looking at me strangely and walking away. I guess I can't do it right.

I reach the dojo as the last few lyrics of Underneath the Tree. I'm about to walk into the dojo when something caught my eye.

It wasn't the Christmas decorations on the other side of the glass.

It was what was written on the glass.

-Kim

Merry Christmas, do me a favor,
make sure I'm the one next to you
under the mistletoe this year.

-Your Secret Admirer

"Hey Kim!" I hear milton yell, muffled from my headphones but loud enough for me to hear it. Lucky for him my headphones don't block out sound. "Looking at the decor?" Milton said, walking up behind me. I took off my headphones and let them rest on my shoulders. "Rudy really outdid himself this year didn't he?"

"Yeah, he did." I told him.

He makes his way next to me and looks at the decor. I see his eyes adjust and move to where the words were written in fog. A grin lights up on his face.

"Kimmy..." He said, poking my sides. "You've got a secret admirer..." I swat his hands away.

"Yeah, I've noticed."

He looks at me, confusion obvious in his face. "Why aren't you happy? I know I'd be pretty excited."

"Milton, the thing about a secret admirer, is that it's a secret. It could be anyone."

"So?"

"Think about it. If it was you, would you be happy?"

"Umm... yes?" He said. Don't say it like it's obvious, Milton. It should be, but you're getting the wrong answer.

"Well, what if it was Betty?" I ask him.

"Betty Lukas? He asked.

"No... Betty Jones." He made a face. One showing disgust.

Betty Jones was new to the school a few years ago. Naturally, everyone wanted to meet her. She ended up being a snob. She thought she was all that, acting as if she was. To this day, she doesn't have any friends. Don't think people don't try, they do. I did. But, she waves them off. Usually saying something along the lines, 'I don't need you.' or 'I'm too good enough for you.' Overall, she's just someone you don't want to be around.

"I see your point."

"But still. It could be other people. You know, not so disgusting." He said, shaking his head. Probably trying to get rid of the thought of Betty Jones. (If you're wondering, no, we don't call Betty Jones by only her first name. There's a few other girls with the name of Betty and it's not too pleasant to get the your name mixed up when you have that name)

"Whatever. Come on, let's go inside. I'm getting cold."

We both walked into the dojo where Jack and Jerry were sparring.

"Hey, Kim! Did you see-woah!" Jerry was cut off as Jack kicked the spot behind his knee, causing him to hit the ground.

"Sorry, Jerry." Jack said, helping him up.

"Anyway, Kim, did you see the window? Seem's Kimmy's got a secret admirer."

"That's what I said!" Milton exclaims.

"Yeah, well, it's really annoying me."

"How so?" Jack asks.

"Well, it could be anyone." I said, making my way to the bench.

"Alright, well, it was written on the dojo's window. So this person knows that Kim come's here." Jerry said.

"Everyone knows Kim comes here," Jack said, "and it was written on the outside of the window. It could have been anybody."

"You know what, forget it." I told them. "It's my business, not yours. Don't worry about it."

"Yeah, but it's interesting." Jerry said.

"Seriously guys. You don't have to worry about it." I told them before going to the girls' changing room to get my gi on.