Disclaimer: I don't own Maximum Ride.

To say that this Christmas was an excellent one would be a lie.

Not that it was bad or anything, but I think a better word to describe it would be interesting. Unique. Let's just say that something happened that none of us expected.

Like most of my stories start, this one began with Iggy fooling around. . . (Well, he never stops fooling around, so basically, all of my stories start with something like this.)

"Iggy, get that off of my head!"

I laughed and swatted at the bow he was trying to put on my hair. "Pick on someone your own size!"

"But you know I can't resist you, Maxie," he grinned and flicked at bow at the sound of my voice. It hit me square on the nose. "I could never resist you."

And out of his pocket came some mistletoe.

I rolled my eyes and smiled. "Keep that away from Total, I'm pretty sure it's poison—"

He leaned in for a kiss, cutting me off. However, our nice, romantic moment (with Iggy dangling mistletoe over our heads) was soon interrupted.

"Okay, okay, break it up you two," Angel instructed, pushing Iggy and I away. He stumbled back and dropped the mistletoe.

I groaned. Even though Angel was getting older, she was still the PDA police she was when she was younger.

"All right," Angel said, glaring at the two of us. "I am ashamed at both of you. You know Santa doesn't come when you are naughty. Shape up and act nice."

I stifled a laugh. "Sweetie, I think in this case, naughty means bad. Like, evil bad. Not, um, naughty."

"He's making a list, checking it twice, going to find out who's naughty or nice!" Iggy sang off tune from beside me. I winced.

"Thank you Iggy, for that wonderful performance," Gazzy replied sarcastically from the doorway. He must have come down because Iggy's performance brought him here.

I don't blame him.

"See," I nudged Iggy on the shoulder. "Even Iggy knows the song; they just had to replace 'bad' with 'naughty' because it fits better."

"That's what she said," he whispered and I elbowed him in the ribs. "I mean, yes, yes of course. Naughty means bad," he added quickly with a grin. "Bad."

"Nope," she replied smugly. "I read Iggy's mind. Naughty, naughty, naughty."

I slapped Iggy on the arm playfully. "You know Santa doesn't give any presents to naughty boys, right Ig?"

"Maybe he'll make an exception for me," he replied airily. "But I've already gotten my gift this Christmas. ."

He wrapped an arm around me. "Merry Christmas Eve, Max," he said softly and kissed my forehead.

Gazzy made a retching sound from the doorway and Angel whacked his arm. Upstairs, Nudge yelled down, "Don't be inappropriate!"

"Geez," I groaned again. "Can't everyone take a break from this whole PDA thing? It's Christmas Eve!"

"Just think of all the ways we'll be able to get them back once they have boyfriends or a girlfriend, in Gazzy's case," Iggy winked. "It'll be hilarious!"

In response, we got a "you better not!" from Nudge, a "I'll never have a boyfriend!" from Angel and from Gazzy, well, let's just say he pretended to shoot himself.

And, as for Iggy and I, we just can't wait.

"Hey, did you guys make me a salad?" Total asked, waddling into the room to sniff the mistletoe Iggy had dropped. "I don't care for green things much, but this looks delicious!"

I spun around in horror just in time to see Total gobble up the mistletoe.

"Shit."

On Christmas Eve, too.

A/N: And they're back! Poor Maxie, I really don't think this was how she planned spending Christmas Eve!

I don't know the schedule of my updates, if it will be every day, every other day or every couple days. But I just wanted to give everyone a holiday gift—Miggy all around!