Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi because if I did then Jakey-Wakey Epstieny-Weiny would be ALL MINE! -evil laugh- But he's not in this fanfic. I tied him up and put him in the closet with about 30 crazed teenage girls. Poor Craigy-Poo. :3 The-Mary rubbed off on me shut up. o.O This is my first Degrassi fanfic so don't be to hard on the critisism, K?

Chapter One

"Hey," Ellie heard, while someone placed their hands over her eyes. She sensed happiness in the greeting, and smiled as she pulled her boyfriend's hands off her face. Sean moved his hands to Ellie's shoulders and kissed her cheek.
"Hey Sean." Ellie continued to fix up the contents of her shoulder bag, pulling out what she didn't need and putting in what she did.
"One more Friday afternoon, one more week closer to Christmas break, one more day closer to my favorite holiday, this year to be shared with my favorite guy."
Sean laughed and wrapped his arms around Ellie's waist. He rested his chin on her shoulder and watched as she finished up her Friday.
"So, just two more short, short weeks until our Christmas..." Sean started, emphasizing the word 'our'. Ellie rolled her eyes and shut her locker.
"No," was her simple reply. She turned around to her boyfriend, who was pulling off the pout, complete with eyes. For an extra effect, he quivered his bottom lip. Ellie planted her hands on his shoulders firmly, and got close enough to his face where her nose barely grazed his.
"No." She repeated.
Sean threw back his head and opened his mouth, as if whining like a little child. He stuck his hands in his sweater pocket and stomped his foot pathetically on the ground.
"Why no-ot..."
Ellie couldn't help but laugh. She pushed his head up upright and kissed him.
"Sean, we've been over this. My answer is no."
"But-"
"For now."
Sean's ears perked up and he beamed. "So-"
"Don't even think about it."

Sean pushed on on the doorbell button and held his finger there, then pushed it mulitiple times quickly. He shoved his hands into his sweater pocket and looked down until Ellie opened her door.
"Hey cutie." Sean smiled and took a step forward, obviously attempting to get into the house. Ellie put her hand on his chest, using her other to shut the door.
"I was...thinking we could go out. Instead of sticking around my place. It'll be way more fun." Ellie held up a wad of cash in her hand. Sean looked past Ellie as she slowly shut the door, trying to peer inside, but she hastily pulled the door shut behind her. Sean shrugged it off and slipped his hand in her's.
"So where we goin?" Sean pulled the money of out Ellie's hand and examined it, turning his wrist in many directions, and, nastily yet jokingly, bit on one of the bills.
"My dad's gonna be home for Christmas. I wanted to make sure I could really make him happy with a present he'd really like. But I have a lot of money, so we'll still have enough left over."
Sean nodded and held the money in his pocket, lacing his fingers between Ellie's once more.
"So, how are we gonna do the X-mas thing? Tracker's gonna try to drop by for a few days on his break, and you'll have both your parents with you."
"I'll talk it over with my dad when he comes home. But I was hoping to invite you and Tracker over for dinner on Christmas Eve."
Sean nodded his head in approval. "He'd like that."

Ellie tugged Sean away from the DVD rack into a nearby store, where they sold her dad's favorite books. "It must be really hard getting over your fun activities with Jay. Access to everything in the mall and you don't have to pay one dollar," she claimed sarcastically.
"Hey, I wasn't thinking about stealing it." Sean replied uncertainly.
"Sure you weren't. My dad really likes documentary-type books. Mostly about ships. And Stephen King, too, if he ever finds time to read them. Go look over there, I'll look here."
Sean pulled away from Ellie's grasp and made his way over to the novels. He found the K section and read the backs of a few classics, in search for something Seargent Nash would enjoy. He picked up one with an intersting title,flipped it over and read the back aloud.
"Eighth Night. Elanor loved her husband Shawn dearly, but could never spend any time with him because of his busy career. Waiting impatiently for the upcoming Chanukka, an excuse to spend a whole week together, she spent her days wasted to her bone to help count down the days until her husband would come home...!!!" Sean, looking positively disgusted, shoved the book back into placed and ran over to another section.
"Forget King, he sucks anyway," Sean muttered to himself. Ellie grabbed his hand and took him over to the counter near the door. She reached into his pocket and fished out her money, and gave the clerk a required ammount. Sean took the bag and the change, and pulled Ellie out of the store as quickly as possible without hurting her.
"I think a showing of Napoleon Dynamite starts in a few minutes, wanna go see it?"
"Sure..." Still confused over Sean's act, Ellie didn't want to corrupt him any more than he was.

The distorted couple walked through the door of the theatre and skipped past the concession stand in hopes to barely miss the endings of the previews. They caught seats near the front and viewed the movie in silence.

By the time the movie was over, they had half an hour before the mall closed for the night and they had to go somewhere else. Ellie voted greatly against going to a dark section of the mall, where all the stores were already closed, which Sean brought up as a respectable make-out spot. They finally decided on doing their own shopping, so they split the rest of the money into thirds, agreed to spend only one third apiece while Ellie held the remainder, and went off in their seperate dircetions.

Sean had an almost permanent smirk on his face as he read over the rack of keytags.
"Ellie would totally love these..." Sean turned the rack once more to view the last side, and finally decided on getting one at the very bottom. Written on a purple background in a metallic-silver colour, read 'Do I look like a freakin' PEOPLE PERSON?'. He stuck that in his pocket and walked around the rest of the joke the public thought of as a 'store', when everyone really knew it was a temple for the distorted mind: Spencers Gifts.
Sean had a full front pocket by the time he got over to the cashier. People gave him funny looks, but he just shot them a rude arm motion. Y'know, up yours? He almost got kicked out of the store until the unlucky person who had his shift decided the store had a very pleased customer.

After using up nearly all of his part of the cash on gifts for Ellie, Sean had just enough left to get a soda on the lower level. He quickly shoved the bag into his front pocket, but despite the large area, it didn't fit very well, and Ellie could tell he was hiding something in there when she made her way over to the table he was sitting at.
"I can see you spent your money well."
"Yup. Wanna sip?" Sean held his cup out to Ellie. She took it in her hand and drank the last few sips that Sean left her.

Sean kissed Ellie good night and left her to go inside her house. She left the door open and scanned the inside.
"Wanna come in?" Ellie offered, after approving the interior.
Sean looked suprprised. Just a few hours ago, she was eager to get him away. But now she was asking him to come inside. Actually kind of relived, he accepted and followed her into the living room.
Sean observed the visible part of the house. Decently respectable, lived-in feeling, sun roof. Sean made himself comfortable on the couch next to Ellie and smiled at her with a hopeful glint in his eye. Ellie rolled her eyes away from Sean, as if deciding something, then looked back at him, who now looked more pleading. She took a glance in the direction of her mom's bedroom, and saw the closed door, then smiled back at Sean teasingly.
"If my mom wakes up she's gonna kill us both."
"I can take that risk." Sean lowered Ellie onto her back gently and kept one hand on her shoulder. He accepted Ellie's hands on his shoulders, and put his free arm under her head. Careful not to hurt her, Sean started his much wanted make-out session.

How was it? -cringes and waits for reviews- Spare me...