Trapped in Winter Wonderland

Part 1

December 24

[Alex's POV]

I haven't checked in my journal for a while, I thought. I went up to my room to get it and went into the lair. I drew snow and Christmas lights everywhere. I even drew Dean in a princely outfit.

"ALEX! ALEX! Your shift!" I heard dad scream. I ignored him and let myself sink into the book, literally. I spent time with Dean during the first snow flakes of Christmas.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I said.

"Not as beautiful as the girl beside me." He smirked and put his arm around me.

"I got you something— okay, drew you something." I pulled out a turtle-neck sweater that I had "supposedly" knitted for him. "I hope you like it." I added.

"I love it, not just because it's a gift, it's because you made it." he said. I hugged him and then we went off into the snowy sunset on his mighty steed, his motorcycle named Steve.

The stars lit up the night. The lights on the trees started to shine and it was my winter paradise. We hung out inside his awesome pad, and had some eggnog. I heard voices again calling my name.

"What is it this time?" I said frustratingly. I peered out Dean's shaded window and saw dad. "Oh, god. How did they come in here?" I whispered to Dean.

"Hey, it's your journal." he said.

Dad is coming closer. Then he knocked on the door. "Go get the door Dean, I'll just go and hide somewhere— in the mess." I whispered to Dean. I hid in the secret room behind some mysterious book shelves.

"Good eve, Mr. Russo." Dean greeted dad.

"Dean? What are you doing here?" he said in a high pitched voice. "Anyway, have you seen Alex?" he interrogated him.

"Princess Alex is not here, kind sir. Why don't you come back another time, maybe we'll find her then." Dean slowly closed the door.

Dad stopped it from closing. "Dean, I know she's in here." he said straightly. Then Dad barged in and looked around everywhere, behind the couch, in the kitchen, in Dean's room, and didn't see me, until he came near the bookshelves. He looked closely to every shelf there is until his eyes met with mine. Dad pulled the shelves like a door and shrugged me out of it. "You are in big trouble, little lady." he whispered angrily to me with his nostrils snaring right at me.

He made me transport us back to reality. We ended up in the lair, where I left the journal. Dad picked up the journal and pointed it at me saying "You are grounded." he said.

"Grounded? What did I even do?" I complained.

"You didn't report for work. You know your mother went out to do some last minute shopping. I called out your name for so many times and guess what? No one popped out. Get it? Popped out? You know, from the book..." he said.

"How did you find me?" I asked plainly, trying to make things worse. After all, I'll be grounded by Christmas.

"It's not hard to make your brothers spill."

"Which one told you?" I asked. One of them will be so dead.

"You don't need to know that. You're grounded for two weeks."

"Does that mean that I don't have to work my shift?"

"No, that is your punishment. Double shifts for that two weeks except Christmas. Your punishment starts tomorrow." Dad hid the journal somewhere. Ugh. Double shifts. That means I have to work twice.

I used the freezer door and ended up at the substation kitchen. "Okay, which one of you told dad?" I pushed Justin's shoulder and stared at them both angrily.

"He did it!" they said, pointing at each other.

"Don't lie to me. I know one of you did it." I glared at them some more.

"I'm not lying!" Max said. "He really did it." he told me. My eyes turned to Justin and glared.

"I can explain." he tried to soften me up. "Dad tortured me! Come on, you know how scary dad can be." Justin said.

"I was having my winter fantasy and you ruined it." I paused a while. "I'll get back at you later. You're lucky it's Christmas." I mumbled to him.

[Justin's POV]

Alex had just went away. Oh boy, she's really mad this time. I can feel the payback already and it terrifies me. Just knowing it's Alex's payback, it'll surely hurt.

Juliette just came in from their sandwich shop. "Hey Justin!" Juliette sat on the stool. She's starting to clear up my problems already.

"Hey Juliette." I smiled back to her.

"So, where are we going for our date?" she asked. Oh, god. I forgot about our date.

"Uh. Wait a while, my love." I said nervously. My hands started to sweat. What am I gonna do?

"Max!" I called to him in the lair. "Hello buddy!" I said to him like I'm his best friend.

"Wait a minute, you want something." he said.

"I need your help. I forgot about my date with Juliette and I don't know where to take her at the moment." I worried hopelessly. Max stroked his chin with his finger and took about six minutes thinking. "Any moment now." I said unhesitatingly.

"Aha! Why don't you go into Alex's journal? It's pretty and romantic—" he pointed out and found her journal in one of the shelves where dad probably hid.

"You read it again didn't you?" I said.

"You wanna have your date or not?" Max looked at me. I went out to get Juliette.

"Justin? Are you okay? I'm starting to worry." she said.

"Aww. You don't have to worry. Now, we can have our date. Here hold my hand, and close your eyes." I said and stuck out my hand.

"Your hand is incredibly sticky today." she giggled.

I did the transport spell and went into Alex's journal. I can now see why Alex was so mad at me. I looked around and it was so romantic. It was so beautiful, with the white snow, and the night lights and everything. Oh no, I had forgotten to tell Max to leave it open. Well, since we're still moving, it seems that he didn't close it. I texted Max and Alex just to be sure.

"It's beautiful." she said. We walked to the table in the park where candles were lit and food was served by Alex's teddy bear.

"This is so romantic, Justin." Juliette looked to me.

"I know. Only the best for my sweet love." I flattered her.

"Oh, mistletoe." She looked above us.

"I guess you know what that means." I said.

"Yeah, you get to meet my great-aunt, Mimi."

"Oh. Hi." I waved to the mistletoe.

"Yeah, Mistletoes are also vampires, in the plant world at least." she told me. "You wanna walk?" she asked.

"Sure." I help[ed her out of her seat.

"So, in our tradition, you kiss when you are under the mistletoe.: I told her.

"Well, it's not good to end some good traditions." She leaned in to kiss me and I leaned in too, but dad closed the book. We are now frozen into this state. I heard dad scold Max just for finding and opening it and dad put it back in the shelf. We're doomed.

A/N: Hope you liked part 1! I hope you like the Christmas edition for WOWP. Part 2 will be coming shortly. I'll be updating soon!