Let it be known that in order to understand some of the references in this story, you should read The Right Path and The Left Path. You'll be okay without doing so, but it would help, plus they're amazingly amazing.
Drake pranced around the halls of Coates Academy, singing merrily and waving bells which omitted a lovely tinkling sound.
"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas!" He sang joyfully, eyes closed.
Diana and Caine were walking down the halls of Coates Academy when they heard the sound.
"What's that?" asked Diana to no one in particular.
"I don't know. It sounds like Christmas caroling." Asked Caine.
They stopped to listen as the sound grew nearer.
"Is that…" said Diana.
"No. It can't be."
Just then Drake appeared from around the corner. He had a garland in one hand and a cluster of mistletoe in the other. Around his neck were sleigh bells, and he had a Santa hat on.
"Dashing through the snow! In a one horse open sleigh! Over the fields we go!"
Caine and Diana stared at the psychopath boy in utter awe as he hung the garlands upon the walls and fastened the mistletoe on each door frame he passed. The sleigh bells on his neck jingled lighthearted music and he skipped.
"Umm, Drake?" said Caine, walking up to the boy they had once known as sadistic.
Drake whipped around with a big smile on his face.
"Well hello Caine! How are doing on this fine winter day?"
"I'm cold. You however, may be overheating."
"Why do you say that, you crazy telepathic elf, you?"
Caine raised an eyebrow at Drake, who continued grinning joyfully. Diana took a step forward and placed the back of her hand on Drake's forehead.
"What in the name of Rudolph's nose are you doing Diana?" asked Drake. "I'm perfectly fine!"
"He's not warm." Said Diana blatantly.
Drake looked at them quizzically for a moment, then said, "Oh you guys! I just love Christmas! The snow and trees and cookies! It makes me feel warm and cuddly inside!"
Caine and Diana looked at each other in confusion.
"Well as long as you don't cuddle either one of us, feel free to go about your day." Said Diana.
"Oh don't you worry about that! I have Marcellus here for that!"
Caine face-palmed. He knew all about Marcellus Vivar. The time travelling boy from the 1800's. Just as he was thinking this, a boy with jet black hair and a dark brown coat walked around the corner.
"Oh hey Marcellus!" piped Drake. When Marcellus was beside him they held hands.
"So." Said Marcellus with a small smile. "What's next on the list?"
"There's a list?" asked Caine. He was ignored, much to his dismay.
"Well," began Drake. "We need to get the chestnuts, bake the gingerbread cookies and get some more mittens. Mine are starting to get holes in them."
"Does anybody find it odd how we're in California but it's snowing like Canada?" asked Diana.
"No." said Drake.
"Alright then! I'll get the chestnuts, you get the mittens. Then we can all make cookies!" said Marcellus, throwing his arm into the air.
Caine and Diana both shook their heads.
"Well then."
"Time to get ready! There are twelve days until Christmas, starting tomorrow! Let's move it!" exclaimed Drake.
"Yeah!" agreed Marcellus.
Drake leaned over and kissed Marcellus before taking off, singing more Christmas Carols. Marcellus bent down to adjust his spats, and then skipped in the opposite directions, blissfully reciting poetry.
To be continued.