Happy Holidays to all! Since it is the holiday season the first chapter will be the Christmas Eve before Scott was turned into a werewolf and this is also before Bree's break up with Jackson, but don't worry, Derek will make a small appearance. Thank you all for still sticking with me and this story. P.S: If you're someone who just found this story you need to read the original, Bree Stilinski, or none of this is going to make any sense. Enjoy!

Bree:

"Come on, come on, come on." I whispered as I waited at the red light.

"You should have let me drive." Jackson said looking over at me from the passenger seat.

I turned to him. "In my dad's squad car?" He looked at me like he didn't understand why I was freaking out on him. "Yeah, if I know you and I do then you would turn on the lights," He smirked. "And the sirens so we could run any red light we wanted to."

"You're the one who needs a stupid star."

"It's not a stupid star. It's my mother's star, if it's even still there."

"Why are you even getting it? It's Stiles' dumb ass who took it."

I turned to him annoyed. "I hate it when you call Stiles stupid." He rolled his eyes, turning to the window again and I turned back to the light. "I'm getting it because I care the most about it."

"Why?" He asked as the light turned green.

I smiled thinking about it. "Because I don't know a Christmas without that star on the top of our tree." Mom had gotten it for our first Christmas as a family. Back when my Dad was still a deputy. Our first Christmas Eve there was a party at the house and it was just the first of many. Every year after our first Christmas Eve there was a party at our house and every year our star tree topper was what made our tree the best in Beacon Hills.

I pulled into the parking lot of the cemetery and threw the door open. "Bree!" Jackson called. "Wait!"

I didn't want to wait. I knew the graveyard was closed, but I didn't care. I climbed over the gate in my short dress, heels and all to get to her headstone. Jackson was still climbing when I stopped abruptly in front of her headstone. The last time I had been here was when they were putting her in the ground. I didn't want to visit either. The thought that my mother's once warm and loving body was now rotting in the ground was too much. The only thing that was in there now was a skeleton, nothing more of her. The worst part about my return to her grave sight was that the star was no longer resting in the clean grass. "No." I whispered. That was the one thing that made Christmas feel whole since my mom died. I put my face in my hands and began to cry softly. This couldn't be happening. This just couldn't be happening. I should have went with Stiles on the anniversary of her death because that's when he put the star there. I could have stopped him. I could have kept the star.

"Excuse me." I heard someone say. I turned around and there was a man in a leather jacket was a few feet away from me. His hair was the same color as the night and his eyes were as blue as crystals, but even though he was ridiculously hot I ignored it and only paid attention to what was in his hand. "This wouldn't be yours would it?"

"The star." I whispered as I stood up, wiped the tears off of my face and ran to him. "How did you find it?" I asked as I gently took it from his hands like it was the most fragile thing in the world.

"Some homeless guy just tired to take it," I looked back up at him; he had a dazzling smile. "I figured it was important to someone."

All my gratitude in the world poured into the stare I gave this guy. I didn't even know his name. "Thank you."

He shook his head, still giving me a dazzling smile. "It's no problem."

"Thanks guy," I jumped when I noticed Jackson was right behind me. "But I think I can take it from here."

I turned back to the guy and smiled. "Thank you."

"You said that." Jackson whispered in my ear. "Now let's go or we're going to be late." I still couldn't take my eyes off of him. There was something about him, something different.

"Seriously," I literally couldn't stop staring. "Thank you."

"Let's go." Jackson growled as he pulled my arm back. As we walked back to the gate I kept looking back at him. He was dark and mysterious, but also sweet, caring, but above all, sad. Jackson gave me a boost up and I climbed over the gate, careful not to cause any damage to the star or my body considering it was lacrosse season in a few weeks and I had to cheer again. As Jackson was climbing over I continued to stare at the man. "That was creepy." Jackson commented after he got down.

I turned to him. "He was just helping out."

"Helping out in a creepy fashion."

I rolled my eyes and he took the keys from my red cardigan pocket. "What are you doing?"

"I'm driving back."

"Jackson-"

"Just get in the damn car."

I clenched my fists, but did as he said. Jackson and I had been dating since the end of freshman year and we were the it couple as captain of the lacrosse team and co-captain of the cheerleading squad, but there were some things he was keeping from me. I tried not to read his mind because I didn't want to invade his privacy and even when I did it's not like I could just go fishing through his mind to find what I wanted. My powers didn't work that way. I could only see what they were currently thinking. When I got in the car I turned to him. "I love you." Hopefully that would make him stay.

He nodded and then looked to the road as the engine roared to life. "I love you too."

I knew it wasn't sincere so I sat back in the car and we drove away. I looked out the window an now mystery guy was joined by a mystery girl. She also had dark hair and blue eyes. Maybe they were related. They seemed to be arguing over something, but strangely I couldn't hear their throughts. I brushed it off and leaned back in my seat for the rest of the car ride.

We got back to the house just in time for the first guest to get out of their car. It was my dad's deputy Tara and her boyfriend. "Hey Bree." She called.

"Hey Tara." I called quickly as I ran into the house. "Got it." I called once I opened up the door.

"Put it on the tree. Quick." Dad said as he came from the kitchen.

I quickly got the ladder which was nearby from Stiles and I putting the ornaments on the tree earlier. I climbed to the top and just as I put the star on top Tara walked in. "Wow," She commented as I climbed down the ladder and put it to the side. "Your tree always looks amazing."

I smiled at her and Stiles came running down the stairs. He stopped when he saw Tara, smiled and sped walked to me. "Did you get it?"

I looked up and pointed with a smile. "Look for yourself."

He looked up at the tree and back to me with a smile. Dad walked up to and put his arms around us. "That is one good looking tree."

Scott:

Stiles and I had retreated to the back of the room as Bree and all of her other, more popular friends were up front by the tree. Lydia, Bree and Libby were all gossiping as Jackson, Matt and Danny were having a conversation. Jackson's hand slid around Bree's waist and pulled her closer, ripping her out of the conversation she was having with Lydia and Libby then planted a huge kiss on her lips. Lydia bit her lip uncomfortably like she was…jealous? "You're staring again." Stiles said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

When Stiles saw my face of shock he began to chuckle. "It's been this way since we were nine." I complained. "She likes me when I don't like her and I like her when she doesn't like me."

"Yeah, and the only people who don't realize it when it's happening is the two of you." Stiles pulled his hot chocolate to his lips, but immediately burnt his tongue and almost dropped the mug on the wood floor.

I turned back to Bree and it looked like she was arguing with Jackson. They had walked a few steps away from the group, but they were all still watching intently. Bree pushed her way past Jackson and began to go towards the stairs, Lydia tried to go after her, but Bree turned around and got in her face, obviously yelling, but it was audible over the other guests at the party. She shook her head at Lydia and began to run up the stairs. I turned to Stiles who was still recovering from his tongue incident and told him I would be right back. When I got up the stairs I found Bree sitting in her room. She had just decorated the room for Christmas with a small tree in the corner with Christmas lights illuminating the room which made the stars she had hung from the ceiling twinkle and the mistletoe hanging right over her bed. She was wiping some tears from her face and I sat down next to her on the bed. She turned her head from me. "Go away." She mumbled.

"Bree," I said cautiously. "I've been your best friend since third grade." She chuckled a little through the sobs. "You tell me everything, come on."

She took a deep breath and played with the tissue in her hands. She looked at me and I noticed her make up was slightly running. "Jackson and Lydia slept together." My mouth dropped. "Yeah." She said when she noticed my expression and then turned to looking straight ahead. "I mean, I knew Jackson was a douche bag, but," She began to laugh again. "I thought he was different." She said mocking herself. She turned back to me. "Just how stupid am I?"

I shook my head. "You're not stupid. You just find the good in people. I mean, Jackson's been at least decent since you started dating him last semester." She laughed again and I smiled at her. "I think you just love a lot."

She shook her head. "Jackson isn't what gets me the most though, it's Lydia." Lydia and Bree had been best friends for as long as we had and I knew that would be the thing that hurt her the most. "Why would she do this to me?"

I shrugged. I had no idea how the girl world worked. "Jealousy?" I asked slowly if that was even a remote possibility.

She rolled her eyes. "Probably."

I looked around the room. "Why isn't Libby up here talking to you?" She turned to me, looking slightly offended. "Not that I don't love talking to you, but isn't this more of a girl subject?"

She began to massage her temples and then threw herself down on the bed. "No one is going to love me."

I laid myself down next to her and turned my head in her direction. "You're sixteen; you have your entire life to worry about ending up alone with a hundred cats."

"I already have one. I'm on my way there."

"You are way too end up alone with a hundred cats." She looked at me. "So are you gonna punch Lydia in the face or what?"

She laughed. "I should." She said sarcastically/

"You would beat her ass."

She smiled at me and then looked up. "Mistletoe." She commented.

My eyes grew wide. "What did you just say?"

She leaned in and kissed my cheek gently. My heart was pounding. "Mistletoe." She said again. She noticed my face and hit my arm. "Relax McCall, it's bad luck not to kiss when a mistletoe is under you."

My mouth dropped. "Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?"

"Nerd." She commented.

"Bitch." I said back.

She smiled at me again. She had the prettiest smile ever. "We should probably get back down there. Stiles is probably freaking out." I nodded and then she grabbed my hand. I looked right into her brown green eyes. "Thanks. You're a really good friend."

She got up and began to walk out the door. "Yeah," I whispered. "Friend."