A/N: Holy Christmas time! Yes, it's that time of year. The radio stations are already playing the music, people are buying their gifts, and in choir: yes, we're learning our holiday music! That's exactly what inspired me to write this, baby! :D However, I'm not listening to Christmas music. I'm listening to screamo music. Wait, no! I'll go listen to BrokeNCYDE! :D
DISCLAIMER: Meh? *points to self* Yah, I own nada, seniorita.
Here We Come A-Caroling
"May the odds be ever in your favor!"
She took one look at the papers he gave her and threw them on the ground.
"No. NEVER, Wally. There's nothing you can say or do that'll make me do this."
He used his puppy dog face on her.
"Please? I rejoined the track team for you! This is the least you could do for me!"
"THE LEAST? Rejoining the track team was just me convincing you to do something you love! This? I hate it. I'm not even Christian or Catholic or whatever!"
"Then what are you?"
She glared at him.
"I'm thinking of becoming an atheist at this moment if you won't shut up."
"Okay, but pretty please with the sprinkles and cherry on top?"
"Wally, read my lips. NO."
"Why not?"
"Let's see…I hate people in general basically, so why would I want to go to their doorstep, annoy them to death by caroling, and a bonus: freeze to death? I mean, the high point would be annoying them, but I do not carol by any means."
He picked up the papers she threw down.
"Jelly, at least look at the music. It's not very Christmas-y carols either way, like The First Noel."
She sighed.
"Dearest Peanut Butter…NO!"
He flinched at the harsh tone of her voice.
"Darn. Why not? Look, it's The Holly and the Ivy and Over the River and Through the Hills. It's not bad. Please? I won't ask for anything else! EVER!"
She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Wait. Why are you trying to convince me to sing Christmas carols with you?"
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Well, see here Jelly, uh…"
"Being the Peanut Butter to my Jelly, you should have known that I wouldn't have done this, so why are you even trying to do this?"
"Jezebel! Okay, I get it. You want an explanation, so I'll give you one. At the last moment, our soprano, or highest singing for the girls, couldn't come because she got sick."
She narrowed her eyes even more.
"Kori?"
"Yes."
She nodded such as if she understood.
"Of course."
"So you'll do it?"
"Wally…Absolutely NOT!"
"Why not, Jezebel?"
"Because first off, AGAIN, I do not sing, especially Christmas carols. Secondly, what makes you think I could sing as high as Kori could?"
"Well, no one else was available to do this and you never do anything, so I thought—"
"I would be willing to do it?"
"No, I knew you would never agree to this. That's why I had a secret weapon arranged."
She raised an eyebrow at the mention of a secret weapon.
"I'm going now. Good-bye."
"JELLY! It's PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME!"
She simply shook her head at him.
"This is your secret weapon?"
He appeared behind her.
"No, this is."
She was surprised as he kissed her full on the lips.
"Wha—how—this?"
He took her hands in his.
"Jelly, will you join us in singing Christmas carols?"
She started to nod her head, but realized what she was doing and quickly shook it.
"NO! That's not going to work!"
He sighed loudly.
"Fine then. I guess we'll disappoint all those old folks for the perfect Christmas. Might even be the last one they have."
She laughed.
"Sympathy is for the dead. And they don't even deserve it."
"Well that's harsh."
"And that's why you love me, Wally."
He nodded his head enthusiastically.
"Of course it is."
"Liar. And say I did agree to this, what would I get for it later in life?"
"I'll do your homework."
"I don't need help with homework."
"You'll have my undying love."
She waved her hand, unaffected by the comment.
"I already have that, Peanut Butter. Remember?"
He paused to think.
"I'll introduce myself as the selfish machine!"
She threw her head back and laughed.
"To everyone?"
"Now we're getting somewhere. And yes, everyone. I'll make it known."
"And you need to keep me out of trouble for a month, which means…"
He sighed.
"Taking the blame. Why this?"
"Gymnastics. I need to stay on the team. And if I get in another fight or similar, I'm kicked off the team."
"So do we have a deal?"
"How long are we caroling?"
"One hour. Don't worry; I'll keep you warm."
She smiled slightly.
"Deal. Right now I'm just hoping I don't regret it, Peanut Butter."
He broke into a huge grin.
"You won't."
A/N: I need to stop all the song references. (The selfish machine reference is from The Sky Under the Sea by Pierce the Veil on the album Selfish Machines.) And I really don't like the ending, but oh well/: Oh, and they're best friends (AU) so they're nicknamed each other Peanut Butter and Jelly(: YUM! IT'S PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME, PEANUT BUTTER JELLY TIME! :D Review. Or the selfish machine will come after you!