This acually happened. Execpt it wasn't my boyfriend and I getting the tree, it was my parents and I. So enjoy this first story in the (now) 11 days of Christmas Special!

I do not own Night World

From my dream state, it felt like a U-turn.

I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head from the car window. We were parked in the parking lot of a... Shack. I felt around my butt for my cell phone and zipped up my jacket, kicking open the door and jumping out of the car.

Morgead was talking to a lady in the shack, her gesturing outside. Morgead heavily ran a hand through his hair and started to talk again. It seemed now he was begging the lady. She shook her head and firmly stood her ground. I popped into the shack's door and slung a hand around Morgead's waist and rested my head on his broad shoulder. Morgead put his hand into my back pocket and sighed.

"Wake up, Jez?," he asked.

"Mmhmm," I said, looking around the shack.

Not much was there, only a bookshelf and a foldable table, like the shack was only open for a while before it closed until the next season. A cheap cash register was set on the table, along with a book and a jar of pens.

I kissed Morgead lightly on the cheek and said, "What's wrong, babe?"

"Nothin'," he replied lightly. "Now that my girlfriend's here, we can go pick it out. Michelle, this is my girlfriend Jez. Jez, this is my friend Michelle."

Michelle stuck out her hand and I shook her hand lightly.

"Now that I've met you're girlfriend, you can go pick which one you want to buy," Michelle said as she leaned back in her chair, green eyes bored and dull.

"Get what?," I whispered to Morgead.

Morgead didn't reply, only thanked Michelle and walked out of the shack and to the back of the shack. Before I could even get around the shack, Morgead covered my eyes with his warm hands, dispite the cold.

"Morgead!," I squealed.

I could feel Michelle looking at us throught the shacks back window, the window almost covered by a shelf.

Morgead still didn't say anything, just kept having me take slow steps farther back. When he uncovered my eyes, Christmas trees were scattered around the ground.

"Morgead," I said, breathless. "What's going on?"

"I'm buying you a big, fat Christams tree," Morgead said, looking on the ground for the Perfect Tree. "You said you wanted one."

"I did?"

"Yeah. You said -and I quote-, 'I want a Christmas tree. I keep driving by houses on my way to Starbuck's and seeing all these beautiful, fat trees. It makes me sad that we don't have one.' So, I'm getting you a tree."

I kissed Morgead's cheek. "You're so thoughtful! Well, let's not just stand here, let's pick out my tree!"

I slipped away from Morgead and picked at trees for what seemed like forever before Morgead yelled:

"Found it!"

I rushed (more like tripped) over to Morgead and the tree he was holding up for my inspection. The green pine smelled amazing (like Christmas, duh) and the needles were long and soft. I shoved my hand to the trunk and stuck my nails into the bark.

"Good bark..." I murmmered.

"You wanna get a wreath to?," Morgead asked, pulling out his money.

"Sure!," I replied enthusiastically, making my way to the shack.

On the back wall of the shack were wreathes of all diffrent sizes. Large wreathes took up most of the back wall. Ribbons of all diffrent colors were tied in floppy bows and were hanging on pine wreathes. Pinecones were sewn into the wreath, giving them a forest-y look.

I pulled off a blue-ribboned wreath and hauled it over to Morgead who was dragging our Perfect Tree over to the chopping machine. Michelle came out of her shack to help us; putting the tree centered on the macheine and turning it on, shaving the bottom flat.

A long peice of white string was attached to the point of the tree. Morgead untied the string and gave it to me, saying:

"Keep it. we're going to need it."

Wondering what we would need it for, I went into the shack and waited for Morgead to bring the tree to the car. Finally, Morgead popped into the doorway.

"Got any tape Michelle?," Morgead asked.

"Nope. None at all Morgead. What you need it for?," Michelle asked with a quizzical look in my direction.

I shrugged and looked at Morgead with and eyebrow raised. Morgead didn't answer me or Michelle, just pivoted out the door and to the car.

Michelle raised her eyebrows. I shrugged in return and followed Morgead out the door and to our little car. When I got there, Morgead was holding his chin in his hand and observing the car. He then suddenly moved and grabbed the tree and put it on top of the car, looping the long string in the windows and aroound the tree.

"Uhhh...?," I said, getting a rough dipiction of what was going to happen next.

"I'm not sure this is going to work, but we can try anyway!," Morgead exclaimed cheerfully, sliding into the drivers side.

I gave Michelle a pleading look and slid in the passenger.

"Roll down your window and hold on to the string really tight," Morgead explained. "DO NOT let go."

I rolled down the window and held on to the string until my knuckles turned white. Morgead pulled out of the gravel parking lot and started to drive away, getting on the road to our apartment. Morgead wasn't draving fast but he was making me nervous.

"Slow down!," I shouted. "The tree is going to fall off!"

"The tree is not going to fall off!," Morgead opposed, but he slowed down anyway.

As we drive through the neighborhoods, we got astranged looks for by-passers. We were about to make the turn oon our street when we rolled by a cop.

"Damn! There's a cop! He can arrest us! What if he does? What will we say?," I nagged.

I get a mental image of the conversation with the county cop:

COP: What are you doing, folks?

US: Oh, I don't know, driving home with our Christmas tree on the roof (shrug)

COP: And what is holding it down?

US: Hmm... I think a long peice of string. Not very strong, I'll tell you (dazzling smile)

I groan in horror and shield my face as we pass. I didn't hear a siren of flashing lights, so I assumed we weren't getting pulled over for driving with a tree not secured on our roof.

Morgead smoothly pulled into out apartment space (thankfully) with the tree still in place on the roof. Morgead was about to take down the tree from the roof when Hugh rushed out from the apartment, a camera in one hand.

"KODAK MOMENT!," he yell, snapping picture after picture.

We blinked and then pulled down the tree, making quite a fuss going up the stairs. But once it was all said and done, the tree looked perfect in a little corner in our apartment.

"Is this the Perfect Tree?," Morgead said, standing back to admire the tree.

"Definitely," I said. "This is the Perfect Tree."

Now wasn't this cute? And based on a true story! Read the next one coming out (hopefully) tommarow!

Eat, Sleep, and Poop Butterflies!