She stared blankly at the two shades of eyeshadow resting at her vanity table and furrowed her eyebrows in deep thoughtfulness as she took a hand to her chin. One of those two would be the chosen one and the other would go to her makeup bag along with the rest of the rejected options. Was it a life or death situation? Far from it, was it important? Maybe not to most people, but it was to her. That was the very last detail of her holiday makeup after all... Her cheeks were pink and her lips glossy red, her long lashes were curled just like her chocolate hair. She gave another look to herself in the mirror and finally chose on the golden one before putting the light green shadow away.

That was it, she was just done and was admiring how well did her red dress looked with the green scarf around her neck matching her green heels, definitely the Christmas-y look she was trying to achieve. She was giving herself an approval smile when a harsh knock called on her bedroom's door.

"Pheebs! You've been in there for an hour! They're gonna finish all the vodka before we even arrive!"

If gifts, snowmen, and Santa clause no longer made teenagers wait anxiously for December, Christmas parties sure did

"You know I don't drink Max!" She yelled whiled hanging a long golden earring from her ear

"But I do! So hurry the fuck up!"

The teen rolled her eyes at the creative use of words her brother had done. Once she had both earrings on she finally walked up to the door and unlocked it. On the other side was a very impatient Max resting his back against the wall, tapping his foot on the floor like a maniac, looking up at the ceiling with his arms crossed and as much facial expressions as a sock. Although, that quickly changed when he brought his gaze down to meet his dolled up sister. Before his brain even got the chance to work correctly he had already fully checked her out, dropped his jaw lower than a poor country's economy and there was now an embarrassed red spreading all over his face, lucky him, Phoebe was lost in her own thoughts making silly grins and spinning around in her door frame to even notice.

"How do I look?" She chuckled still playing with her hair, flipping it and bringing it back to the front over and over again

Max quickly brought his careless brother act back again, he rolled his eyes as he formed his usual smirk "So who's the lucky guy?"

That had been the very first tease to pop in his head but regretted saying it as soon as it slipped out of his mouth, not only because of the oddly uneasy taste the words left on his tongue but also because of the cheeky smile they had caused on his sister, meaning they were awfully right.

"I don't even know his name if I'm honest, he's new in the school and we have literally all of our classes together. He's super cute and Cherry said he would come!"

Not being mildly sure about your feelings is beyond typical in any individual around the ages of twelve to twenty years, nevertheless that doesn't mean it is easy for the teen in question being betrayed by their hormones to deal with it. What Max felt right then was like putting dazed (because he was still not over the fact that she looked beautiful right now), jealous (just the very semester he didn't share a single class with her there had to be some random prick to show up and follow her everywhere like a creep), protective ("is she seriously head over heels already for a guy who's name she doesn't even know yet?"), and confused (because there was no logical explanation for why he cared so much...) all together in a blender. It was killing him.

"Max?"

He jumped out of his bewildered thoughts by the constant snapping of his Phoebe's fingers in front of his face "where do you even go when you space out like that?" She sounded both impatient and annoyed, probably because he hadn't pay attention to any of her rambling about her new crush.

"Sorry..." He looked down, out of no where it was now hard to look at her in the eye, worst part is, he wasn't even sure why

The strange sort of sadness showing slightly on his face softened his sister's anger just enough for her to stop talking but not enough for her to ask what was troubling him so suddenly.

"alright... Let's... Let's just go. Okay?" She spoke a little more nicely, adding a comforting smile in the end, which he ended up returning before gesturing with his head to get out of there already.

As they walked out of the cozy warmth of their house to be hit by a cold blast of air Phoebe started to wish she would've brought a jacket or something, the dress was pretty but it didn't helped a lot with this weather, undoubtedly. Since the co-drivers side was the one parked right in front of them and, therefore, the closest one, Max opened the door for her and let her in first before closing it and heading to his own seat. For a second or two the young superhero wondered where had that random act of kindness came from but as he got in she decided to just ignore its oddness, appreciate it and enjoy the ride.

Right before the teen boy took off to the house where the party was being held Phoebe thought about turning the radio on, all stations would be playing the Christmas songs she loved for sure, what she wasn't expecting was her brother to have the exact same idea as her. Their hands touched in the radio's button while their eyes met. There was this weird ticklish feeling running all over her, Max's fingers were rough because of his guitar playing, but they were warm and they felt...nice. Phoebe's hands were as soft as a cloud but were freezing, she was one of those people who's hands were cold during the whole winter and all he wanted to do was to just grab her full hand and hold it until it felt warm... His caring side attacking again.

He furrowed his eyebrows before being the first one to break their locked stares and take away his hand to wrap it around the steering wheel. The rest of the ride was unbearably silent. As soon as they arrived they saw the house blasting some really loud electronic music, completely covered in teenagers dancing, drinking and being stupid, most where on the inside but others just didn't seem to be bothered by the cold and were enjoying themselves in the front yard.

"Not what you expected right?" Asked Max when he noticed the intimidated way his companion was staring at the place

She pursed her lips in a straight line and turned her look at him "Not really...this looks too..."

"Hardcore?" He chuckled

"Indeed..." She admitted

The amateur villain couldn't help but always doing this thing where he understood perfectly what his twin felt even better than she did herself by just looking at her eyes, he saw the frighten, the daunt, all mixed with eagerness and desire. She really wanted to go to that party but just didn't felt ready for all of that.

"Pheebs... Are we getting in or what?" He smiled trying to hurry her kindly

"Well..." Typical Phoebe always being scared of the unknown

"Hey, we didn't drive this far to back down right now! Come on Phoebe it's Christmas! The thundertwins deserve some fun!" He tried to convince her with a playful grin and his persuasive looks, at the end, she knew she couldn't say no to those bright chestnut eyes. She laughed as she nodded softly

"That's the spirit!" He celebrated

"Can you at least stay with me until we find Cherry or someone I can stick around with?" She pleaded

"Of course" and after that there was no need of any more words

Making their way through the front yard every step lead them closer to the house's inner mass of moving bodies, the terrifying thought of loosing him in that big crowd made her fingers find their own way interlocked with his. He instantaneously squeezed her hand in his, it's wasn't even a loving gesture, he probably didn't even notice, but just any sort of physical contact with Phoebe was like a second instinct to him... It was the most natural thing on earth, if anything, he only felt even fuller...like...complete. And the feeling was mutual.

At the inside of the house Max saw his friends having shots of what looked to him like a really expensive whine someone must have stole from their parents or something. But suddenly, the thought of drinking which had been the only thing running circles around his head no longer exited him, he actually enjoyed more the thought of staying with Phoebe. They just walked around the house for a good twenty minutes in which they said hi to some people they knew, non where good friends, they did some sort of half walking/ half dancing when they tried to go through the dance floor and laughed together at some very drunk people being silly.

Everything seemed cool when the speakers started to play a new song, a wild juniors party like that would and will never play a ballad. But this song was reasonably less thunderous. The big bunch of people that had been all over the living room just a minute ago quickly turned into separated couples holding onto each other as they moved around the place, some doing it less sexually than others. An exited smile appeared on Phoebes lips.

"I love this song!" She exclaimed

"Nahh...really?! I never heard you singing it at the top of your lungs in your bedroom like fifty times a day" her brother joked sarcastically and she punched him in the arm

"Rude much?" She laughed

"Yeah yeah... You dance or what?" He rolled his eyes and stretched out his hand for her

The girl stared at it for a second, there was this sort of enthusiasm bouncing in her stomach, the kind of enthusiasm you shouldn't feel when you're just about to dance with your brother, but she wasn't even thinking about it in that moment. She showed off her white teeth as she happily took the hand in hers and led him to an empty spot to dance.

She rested her arms in his shoulders, which kept their faces much closer than if she would've just placed her hands instead. His hands that originally started at her waist were slipped just a little bit lower to her hips. Their position didn't give them much options of where to look at but each other's eyes, they were just about to give the first step when...

"Phoebe!"

Whatever kind of trance they had experienced was brutally broken by the loud voice of an enthusiastic Cherry

As she approached the couple, they pulled away from each other but there was now a really awkward space floating between them.

"I finally see you! I've been looking for you like a crazy ever since I arrived!" Informed the breathless blonde

"Uhm...I.." The super girl was still trying to figure what had exactly just happened and was too confused to articulate a proper answer

Her best friend notice Max at last, and realized the weird tension she was feeling was definitely between the two of them.

"Did I... Interrupted something or..?"

"No! No..." Both twins said defensively

"I've been look for you two Cherry! I was going insane without you" Phoebe added to make their act more believable, her words clutched Max's chest, was she being for real? He actually thought they were having fun together...

"Okay" The girl finally bought their lies and smiled "you guys wanna dance?"

They turned to each other panicked, neither of them wanted to be near the other after the strange moment they had unfortunately shared

"Ermm...you guys go! I think I'll just catch up with Oyster at the mini bar" said the boy before turning around and leaving.

As soon as he did both of them started to feel empty, truth is Phoebe didn't enjoy the party half as much as she did when Max was there, she did dance and laugh with Cherry. They even took a bunch of selfies with some kids they didn't even know... But on the back of her head she was wishing they would've finished their dance at least. Same happened to her brother, as he joked around with his band mates and finally had a taste of that sweet wine his mind kept picturing the image of Cherry pushing Phoebe into talking with some drunk pretty boy and made his blood boil, although he was great at hiding it. Two hours passed and the superhero found herself alone at the house's kitchen, there was a spider at the wall so no one really wanted to be there but she couldn't care less, she enjoyed the little privacy. She was about to unsuccessfully look for anything but alcohol at the fridge for the fifth time when a blonde boy with a dumb smile and semi-closed eyes stumbled in.

"Whoa! I didn't know this was the beauty paradeee..." His drunk voice echoing in the walls

Phoebe tried being polite and flashed him a quick uncomfortable smile

"So! What is a pretty muffin doing here all alone?" The boy gave a few steps closer and started playing with a strand of Phoebe's hair twirling it around his finger

Okay, she was definitely not okay with this situation, she needed to get out of there.

"You know... I think I heard my friends calling me, I shoul-" he cut her off by grabbing both of her wrists and pressing them against the wall she had behind

"They can wait..." His drunken smirk was sickening

"Uh.. Actually not because they're giving me a lift home and my curfew is almost ove-" this time it was worse, now the poor helpless girl had the whole weight of the boy against her as he trailed kisses on her neck

"For the love of god please don't" she gave up on the acting and just pleaded

"Shut..up..." He said between kisses

She tried fighting, kicking, pushing... But it was all worthless, the guy was a lot much taller and stronger, feeling menaced and defeated Phoebe started to yell for help as she could, she wasn't getting out of there easily. She would've never imagined her torture would end so quickly when all of sudden the boy was literally ripped of her. It happened so fast she didn't even see it, all she knew was that now there was Max slamming the drunk guy against the wall, grabbing him tightly by the collar or his shirt, his face red in anger.

"Give me a good reason not to fucking break your face right here, right now!" He threatened ferociously

"Max stop!" She yelled before he could do something that would bring him a lot of trouble later

When he turned to see her with the corner of his eyes, all the hatred in them turned into guilt, the unique way only she could calm him down. Phoebe walked up to the boys and placed her petite hand over her brothers big one, feeling how it softened at her touch.

"You don't need to hurt him Max..." He wasn't exactly sure what about her always brought him a deep internal peace, maybe her soft hands, or her peaceful eyes, maybe the innocence she irradiated. Maybe it was all combined.

He finally let go of the guy, not without pushing him down to the floor at first. And exiting the kitchen with his twin by his side.

Without talking they somehow ended up walking to the houses backyard, funny was, no one was actually there. It was relatively quiet if you ignored the distance sounds of the music.

"I'm sorry for bringing you... It was a dumb idea... I-" Phoebe cut his apologies by planting a kiss on his cheek

"What are you talking about? Are you really gonna let that ass ruin our whole night? I had a lot of fun with you! And I enjoyed it! A lot..." She smiled truthfully

They stared at each other for a minute or two, it's wasn't weird to them, they enjoyed their wordless conversation. As they did so she kinda hugged herself because of the cold night. When Max noticed what she was doing he immediately took off his jacket and wrapped it around her shoulders, mindlessly pulling her closer in the process. As cliche as it may sound the house started blasting 'Baby it's cold outside', the twins laughed.

"You know? We never really got to dance together..." The boy commented

"We didn't..." She agreed loving where this was going "You dance or what?" She mimicked the words he had said to her a couple hours ago, causing him to chuckle as he pulled her closer. A little tougher than he would've liked, but he just couldn't wait to have her close again. Her arms returned to their original position wrapped around his neck, her hands playing with his hair as the very tip of their noses was lightly brushing. This time they actually got the time to dance a couple songs together.

Hello babes! First oneshot of the month! Who else is exited about Christmas? Pretty much I'll be posting a few decemberish one shots during the month, hope you like them! Xoxo