A/N: A Christmas story is what this is. What are you going to do? Shoot me. Anyway, I hope you all have an AMAZING Christmas and hopefully get everything you asked for.
Disclaimer: My name is not Dan Schneider, I am not part of Dan Warp, so I don't own Victorious and I sadly never will.
I stand in the stupid snow waiting impatiently for my boyfriend, the one and only ladies' man, Beck Oliver, dodging the snowballs that the immature idiots are throwing everywhere, the girls trying to look tough, and failing and the boys desperately trying to win, apparently thinking that if they do, they'll get all the girls swooning over them. It's pathetic really; I mean there's no way on earth that any girl with a normal brain is going to ask someone out because they won a snowball fight.
After waiting an eternity filled with snotty nosed kids and their anxious mothers who don't know how to control them, I feel his arms go around my waist and his head go onto my shoulder. But the moment has passed, I'm cold and honestly, I'm no longer in the mood. I push him off and turn round to face him scowling, hoping that he will understand how mad I am at him for making me stand in the cold, he knows I hate the cold. But he doesn't, he just smiles at me as always.
"You're late" I growl, hopefully that it will show him that I'm not playing, I'm really mad at him. He's always doing this, being late and leaving me standing, looking like an idiot. I hate looking like an idiot almost as much as I hate guys that bite their lower lip when they dance because they think they look cool. They don't, they look like idiots, just like I did because he was late, again.
"Oh Jade" he laughs. "It's Christmas, chill out a little bit, for me?", pulling me towards him and kissing me gently. And then we're lying in the snow, me shrieking in protest and trying to stand up, him pulling me back down every time. And really, I love every second that passes. Because it's Christmas, and he's here. All I wanted for Christmas is what I got, and that's all I need. I don't care about the rest of the world when he's here. Because I love him, and that's all that matters.
And then he's dragging me to his car, and we're driving up to the Hollywood sign, coated in snow, and I can see everything from here. And for once, I'm glad it's Christmas.
A/N: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa ,whoa, whoa. Yeah, the Victorious soundtrack never stops playing, does it? Ahhh, the classics. Merry Christmas.
