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Author's Note: Oh, hey, what do we have here? A new Jori story with all its fluffy goodness! Yeah, so, here we are. Here's how it goes. A random word is chosen, and I base the update on that. And oh, you guys can suggest a word too! Any word! Let it be a noun, a verb, an adjective, just not a pronoun or anything like that, because—I mean, come on, seriously? So, let's get this party started, yeah?

\Keychain/

The only things I like shopping for are scissors and black clothes, nothing else. Not shopping for birthday gifts, not shopping for frilly dresses, not shopping for Christmas. Especially not shopping for Christmas.

So why the chiz do I feel so bounce-y all of the sudden? What am I? Who am I? Cat? No freaking way!

"Look, Jade, you just have to calm down," Beck whispers, eyes on me as my fingers play with the zipper of my jacket.

"How the hell am I supposed to calm down, Beck? I feel like I'm about to explode!" I bite the inside of my cheek hard, drawing blood satisfyingly, allowing the liquid to wash my tongue with its familiar metallic taste. There aren't any butterflies in my stomach. There's a stupid storm in there. "I hate Christmas!"

"No, you don't," Beck says, placing his hand on my head, which I flinch away from discreetly. "Listen. I know you're nervous, but it's Tori. She's your girlfriend. You can do this."

"It's because she's my girlfriend! I've never went shopping for anyone before!" I frown, my fingers curling around the strap of my backpack. "Not even for you."

He lets out a light-hearted chuckle. Of course, some time ago that would've hurt both of us. But all's good, you know? With Beck out of the picture (I know it sounds harsh but since when did I give a chiz?), I finally had to manage my emotions, to face them and not run away like I've always done in the past. I dated Vega, but not because she's my rebound, I'll kill anyone who even thinks that. I dated Vega because it felt right, and it felt nice. She had been there for me from the very start, and despite our squabbles, our many squabbles, she had been there. I dated Vega, I still am, I fell in love with her, and again, I still am, and she started to freaking change me without even trying! She turned me into mush, for crying out loud!

"I know. Just chill, okay?"

I shake my head. "What on earth am I supposed to get her? A Care Bear? Chocolate? A goddamn pony?"

Beck lets out another laugh, and I smack him on the shoulder. "This is what you get for—"

"For what, Oliver?"

"—for being so snarky all the time. See? You're doing it again! The glaring thing like you're about to claw me!"

"I am about to claw you!"

"Jade." He gives me another head pat, and while many girls would find that cute, I'm definitely not like anyone else, and it's annoying me half to death. "How are you supposed to find a good gift for Tori when your thoughts are so filled with anger."

I cross my arms because he's right. But really, I can't help it. A bounce-y, nervous Jade is an irritable, hostile Jade. I let out an exaggerated sigh and head for the nearest store, glaring at the clothes with disinterest before moving to another. And another. None of these items are worthy. They are all worth chiz. Nothing fits Vega, nothing is worthy of adorning her.

"Jade?"

"What?" I snap at him, having finally lost my patience. I've been to eighty percent of the stores in this mall, and though I'm pretty good at endurance, my eyes are tired from looking at all of those clothes that aren't good enough, not even a little bit. "This is so freaking hard! Nothing's caught my eye since I came here! It's all a piece of chiz!"

"Calm down. There are still a few more stores left. If not, we can go to a different mall. Jade, you know how important this is to—"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, dad. That's why I'm still here." I look around and let out a sigh. "But seriously. Who would've known looking for a Christmas gift could be this difficult—Holy chiz!"

I quickly make my way to a store and pluck the item from the rack. Out of all the key chains, it had stood out like a black rose in the midst of vibrant red ones.

In fact, it is just that. A black rose tinted with red at the edges, small diamonds glinting, scattered here and there, imitating water droplets, or dew, or whatever. It's absolutely beautiful, and when I show it to Beck, he lets out a wide grin.

"There you go. Told you," he teases, then narrows his eyes at the price tag. "Isn't that a little bit-?"

"Who freaking cares about the price, Beck? This is Vega we're talking about, not some goddamn stranger." I quickly head over to the cashier and pay for it with my credit card. "She'll freak when she sees this. She'll be so happy."

I pay an extra few to have it gift-wrapped expertly, a gold ribbon swimming in black sheets, and hold the present in my hands, not wanting to let it go. Beck drives me to Vega's, because I didn't really bother with bringing my car, and when we get there everybody's present. Our gang, Trina, everybody's parents, except mine, of course, that's a given, and when Vega sees the black box in my hand with her name done with loops and swirls on one side, she kisses me, soft, slow, sensual, sweet, the affection stunning me into silence, but not paralysis. Hell no. I kiss her back with the same sugar-y emotions, not really caring that everybody's stopped to look at us, some a little bit uncomfortable, Trina, to be exact, most grinning with pride, probably going 'aw, they look so cute' in their minds. I don't give a chiz. I kiss Vega, my lips molding around hers perfectly, moving with such harmony that even without words we do an outstanding duet. My arms wrap around her small waist automatically, hers around my neck, and we pull each other closer. We pull away a fraction to breath, and she presses her forehead against mine, her chocolate-brown eyes capturing my gaze with such love that it feels like I'm gonna explode with emotions.

"Jade, thank you, you don't know how much this means to me. I mean, I know you—"

"Why wouldn't I?" I let out a chuckle. "Of course I would. Anything. Everything for you."

And we kiss again with as much passion as before, and everybody erupts into a melodic mix of applause, cheers, and coos.

When the clock strikes midnight, a chorus of 'Merry Christmas' can be heard. Everybody rushes to the Christmas tree, eager to open their gifts. Vega and I hang back, her straddling lap, and we keep each other occupied, kissing, hugging, talking, giggling, waiting for the others to finish with their presents so we can get out own.

"I can't wait," Vega murmurs into my ear, her lips touching my flesh ever so lightly, and I grin, my fingers tracing her prominent cheekbones, the corner of her eyes, her chin, everywhere.

"Neither can I." I press my mouth against hers for the millionth time today, and her fingers dance on my neck, sending shivers through my body, and through hers.

"Hey, you two," André calls out, a new black watch adorning his wrist. "It's your turn."

Cat lets out a giggle from behind him before waving a mistletoe in front of his eyes. He gives her a quick peck on the cheek and she cuddles her new teddy bear closer, a large, light-brown thing that's dressed similarly to André.

"You heard the boy," I tell Vega. Her fingers linger on my collarbone, and then she stands up, pulling me with her. She threads her fingers with mine and together we walk to the Christmas tree. There are only two presents left. Hers and mine. Both black, one with gold, the other with silver, more or less the same size. We look at each other, nod, and take our gifts in our hands, opening it at the same time, only to be greeted by similar dark-blue boxes inside.

We pull the lid off at the same time, and I nearly drop the said lid upon seeing what lies inside, regal-looking on top of the black, velvet cushions of the box. Well, yeah, actually, I do drop the lid. And so does Vega. My fingers close around the black thread and I pull it up, feeling the weight of the item, as heavy as the rose I had gotten her, and bring it up in front of my face. Everybody lets out an awed gasp.

It's a key chain too. It's a pair of scissors, jet-black with silver curls scattered around it and two small jade stones embedded on the blades.

In front of me, Vega had done the same thing with the rose key chain, and we look at each other at the same time, green meeting brown, and we slide into each other's arms. My chest swells so much it's like it's gonna pop or something, and the storm that had been in my stomach earlier is now like a freaking nuclear bomb. I press my head against the crook of her neck, she doing the same, and all the while her gift is enclosed in my palm, my grasp on it soft yet firm, afraid to let it go or break it. A tear trickles down the side of my face and when I pull back Vega's crying a little too.

"Great minds think alike," she says with a bright smile, and I cup her face with my free hand, my thumb wiping away another tear.

"I love you, Tori Vega," I tell her, and I can feel my own emotions in my words, in my chest, in every fiber of my being. I press my forehead to hers.

"I love you too, Jade West," she whispers back, her melodic voice filling my ears, making my blood sing and my whole entity come alive with feelings I've never ever felt with anyone before. Nobody came close.

"Merry Christmas," we say to each other, and then our lips meet once again.