All I want for Christmas is You

Hola peoples ::waves::

Okay well, uhhhh what can I say? Hmm…

Okie me got it:::

This is a Naley, duh me. It's going to be a short 4 parter, uhm maybe 5.

I hope you enjoy it, and don't forget to leave me some words :

Oh, and enjoy heh.

Tata…

1.

Clueless Boy

"Dang it, Tutor Girl!" Brooke yells, as she pushes her hair out of her eyes, obviously frustrated.

I look up at her and glare slightly, "What now?" I sigh.

"That is not helping!" She screeches, pointing one of her perfectly, manicured fingernails at me. "You're not helping! Help Haley! Help!" She screams at me, her head bobbing up and down, up and down…whoa got me feeling dizzy.

I groan as I stand up and stomp over to her. "Remind me again, why I'm friends with you." I mumble under my breath, hoping she won't hear. Now it's my turn to say dang it, ready for it…? Ready? Uhm…Dang it!

"Oh, you know why. It's 'cause I love you Haley. I love you, I do…you're my bestest friend ever, duh…along with Goldilocks of course." Brooke smiles at me sweetly. Ah, dang it! She's such a sweet talker, the little manipulating thing. "Oh my god, where is P.Sawyer anyway?"

I was about to return her smile but she's scared me again! "Um, she's not on the committee, remember." I remind her, with a little regretful smile.

Brooke nods, and chews her lip thoughtfully. "Oh, yes. I remember." She says, as she continues to nod her head. "She's a silly girl." She laughs merrily and than drags me over to the other side of the auditorium. "Anyway Haley James, I need you to help that freakishly, weird-y boy…you know the one – always staring at you and is always touching himself when he thinks no one is looking…" Brooke pauses and makes a disgusted face. "He's so, just oh wow I've noticed that he does it like every time after he looks at you, sometimes…" All of a sudden she goes quiet. I told you she was weird, and if I didn't…well I meant to. "…even when he's looking at you. Oh my god, eww…he is sooo…"

I quickly wave my arms infront of her face. "O-kay." I say slowly, making sure to pronounce every single little word, you know stretch out every syllable. I feel kind of weird now too, I never noticed him staring at me and um touching himself. But that's probably because he doesn't do that, as much as I admire her, I do have to admit that she has a tendency of uh making stuff up. "Ron, you mean?" I ask her.

"Oh, so that's his name? Huh?" Brooke raises her eyebrows and than suddenly darts her head to one side and peers at him closely. "Yeah, uh he's not cute." She notes.

"Uh-huh, yeah um what do I need to do?" I ask her, distractedly.

"Go show him the difference between an Oak Tree and a Christmas tree." She tells me, quite fast.

I simply nod and start off, towards Ron. Okay wow, how rude of me, I never even mentioned what the heck we're doing here. Okay, well…you see…

It all started three weeks ago…Brooke is our class president, so she's in charge of most of these types of events. Our school is holding our annual Christmas time event. And before you ask, no. It is not some lame-ass, preschool type of nativity thing. Puhh-lease. Every year, we as the students hold some type of charity kind of thing. Last year – fashion show, year before – uhhh a concert with, The Rollies…uhm, what you've never heard of them? Hmm… apparently they're some wannabe Rolling Stones kind of band. I wouldn't know, year before last I could get away with not attending these stupid events, since I wasn't forced onto the committee since Brooke was not the president of it. But anyway yes, the fabulous 'Rollies' were a total sell-out! No kidding…well, actually I am kidding. I'm just trying out the whole sarcasm thing, is it working for me? Yeah, I thought not. Anyway, that's the story, basically.

"Hey Ron." I greet the infamous Ron with a bright smile.

He stares at me for a split second; okay make that about twenty split seconds. "H-h-h-hi, Hale…" Before he can say the 'y' from my name, he sounds like he's choking or something. Oh my god, wow. What is wrong with him?

"Are you okay?" I ask, a little bit concerned.

"Yeah, fine man…it's all cool…just chillin', ya know how it is…" He leans on the cardboard cut-out of a Christmas tree, that's next to him. Okay, is that what guys think is "cool"? Because dude, if they do, well just…okay wow.

I can't help but laugh inwardly at the poor little thing. "Anyway…What up homey?" I ask, imitating him and I burst out laughing at the same time. Then about a second later I feel like a mega bitch. Noooo, please, God! I'm not usually a meanie, forgive me!

He stares at me and than blushes a little. Oh, how adorable and than…slip…crash…bang… "I'm okay! Really!"

Oh, god. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?" I ask, as I offer him my hand to take. He's about to grab hold of it when Brooke suddenly comes running.

"Haley! No!" She screams and pulls my hand away. "You don't want to do that." She whispers in my ear. "Josh, sweetie will you help poor Ron up." She asks, the dumb but sweetly gullible Josh.

"Yeah, sure Brooke." His voice booms. Josh offers a hand and sure enough Ron is up again. Well more like, flying up with the force of Josh's pull.

"What the heck, Brooke?" I snap, mildly pissed that she just did that.

"What? You don't believe me? Okay look…" She orders as she turns me around to face Ron, with my shoulders.

I gasp as I lift a hand to cover my mouth, in disgust. "Wow, so I guess he was than." I remark. Ron has his left hand on his uh, crotch area.

Brooke nods knowingly. "Told ya!" She smiles, obviously satisfied that she was right. "Now get back to work…chop chop!" She shrieks.

"Yes ma'am!" I salute her, with a giggle but than quickly scurry away when she glares at me. She is really scary okay.

I shiver as I pull my jacket tighter against me. Bloody hell, is it cold. It's like a freaking freezer out here. I'm pretty sure this is how cold the inside of a freezer would be anyway, I've not had the chance to explore the adventure of one yet though, ha-ha I crack myself up. By the way, did I just say 'bloody'? Ooh, how British of me. So yes, it's December in Tree Hill, North Carolina and I am walking the streets in this ridiculously cold weather, no car, no boyfriend who has a car. Yeah, I really need to get myself one of those…the boyfriend and the car too, maybe. This is the coldest we've apparently had since 1965, according to the weather channel, anyway. I feel as though my nose is about to fall off, I'm serious…it feels like ice. Oh my god, wait…I can't move it! I start to twitch my nose, left, right, up, down…nothing! Nada! What's happened to my little nose!?

"What are you doing?" An amused voice behind me asks. At least it sounds like; it's coming from behind me.

I spin round, and I'm met with a God. No seriously, a God, I'm not messing around. Everything about him is God-like, his amazing body, his sculpted features, his adorable personality, his amazing body…ooh just so taut and…wait, I think I mentioned that one already.

"Nothing." I protest, suddenly getting all defensive.

He nods, with an all too familiar grin. "Uh-huh, yeah okay Hales."

I laugh slightly, relaxing a little. "My nose just feels a little um icy." I explain.

He laughs then, an incredibly sexy sound, just all deep and cute at the same time. Rawr! "Well, it still looks cute as always." He tells me, as he reaches out a hand and a second later, bam! His rough but at the same time smooth, index fingers pad is grazing the tip of my nose.

I laugh nervously, feeling the noise die out in my throat. Okay, so no other guy has had this affect on me, ever. It's got to be love. I sigh inwardly, oh my god…it is love! As soon as he touched my nose, it felt all soft and um un-icy again! I told you it was love!

"What are you doing out here in the cold, anyway?" He asks, sounding so concerned. I want to cry right now, no wait better yet I want my digital camera. I want to frame this moment and then send a picture to everyone I know, including the milk-man I've never even uttered a word too. I want to put it on my computer desktop, I want to…oh wow, I sound like a stalker now.

"Going home." I look at him, with a confused look on my face.

He nods. "Yes, I figured." He says with that beautiful laugh again. This moment is one I will never forget, it's one that will be embedded in my memory for years and years to come. "Come on, I'll give you a ride. My cars just down the road." He offers.

"Thank you Nathan." I reply, with a smile of my own.

"No problem." He laughs a little, obviously thinking I'm acting a little idiotic. "Hales, its nothing to be thankful for. You're one of my best friends." He shakes his head, playfully.

I nod than, and try to swallow the lump in my throat. Ugh, stupid lump. Nathan grabs hold of one of my mitten covered hands and pulls me closer to him, as we start to walk towards his car.

And suddenly, my spunky and happy mood has vanished. All I want to do is crawl into my bed, shut the lights off and listen to depressing music. All because of a few sweet words my best guy friend just said to me. Words that most friends would be, delighted to hear. The words that can break anybodies heart. 'You're my best friend' and that's all I am to Nathan Scott. The guy I've fallen for over the years, he has no idea that my heart is aching for him.

I snuggle closer into his chest and inhale his familiar musky Nathan smell deeply, as his arm closes tighter around my waist. I know that I'm in love with him; I'm just the only one who knows I'm in love with him. That's what truly sucks.

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