Note: Maybe listen to the demo version of "Let Go for Tonight" by Foxes while reading this? It gives me a good vibe and was a part of the writing process for this.

"So... you're leaving now," he said, looking down at the porch steps, which were lightly dusted by the falling snow.

While leaning on the frame of her front door, a grin tugged a corner of Nikki's lips. "God, Jonesy, it's not like I'm almost moving to Iqaluit again."

He shoved his almost frozen hands shoved into his coat pockets. He knew that, but this was her first trip in a while without him and the rest of the gang being there. (She hadn't been away without them since her last Christmas trip to Acapulco.) It would be her first time away since her more recent "family issues," which is why he was sad she'd be away for a few days. For Christmas.

"I know," he said when he looked at her again. Then he looked back down when he thought about her leaving tonight, boarding her nine o'clock flight…

She grinned this time around because he more-or-less resembled a lost puppy. (Once again upholding her philosophy that all boyfriends were dogs trained until they're housebroken–and whipped too.)

"You know I'm gonna miss you."

He caressed and held her face gently in his palms instead of saying, "Same."

She allowed him to bring her face closer and closer to his until their lips touched. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held onto him and the moment until she heard the sound of luggage being wheeled to the front door by her mother. That's when she knew she had to let go for tonight, for a few days.

Before she went to get her luggage, she said, "I'll be back before New Year's."

He smiled. "And I'll be here waiting."

She snorted. "I'm pretty sure my neighbors are gonna call the cops if you wait here all that time."

He said, "Ha ha–very funny."

She wickedly smiled. "Aw, babe, I thought I was the sarcastic one."

"And I thought I was the one that calls you babe, babe."

Her luggage now at her side, it was certain she was now leaving for Cancun. Now.

He helped her carry one of her only two bags–Nikki never overpacked like a certain friend (Caitlin)–and put it in the trunk of the taxi her mom had called a while ago.

"I'll call you when I get there," she said as he opened the car door for her. Her mom gave her a look saying I'm not paying for international calls, so she backtracked. "I'll call you when I can. Okay?"

"Okay."

He watched the taxi take off and with all her reassurances just sinking in, maybe he'd be okay. (He also got a text from her saying: It's not Iqaluit. That helped too.)

A/N: Don't ask me why I wanted to write a Christmas drabble on Easter. It's 7teen-related, though. (And there's a subtle reference to The Fault in Our Stars by John Green in here.)