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Author's Note: Oh, wow! I didn't expect to recieve so many reviews for this story. Thank you! And I'm glad that Tori enjoyed her story. ;D As for this chapter, this is going out to .Hopeless. Rockstar. who is the biggest pain in the ass on twitter but I think is awesome (and awesomer than the Miz, too) nonetheless. She's being paired with the Miz. So suck on that! ... sorry, lol. Uhm. What else? Not much. I apologize for the lyrics in this story. I tried. I'm no song writer. Enjoy!
Merry Christmas, Asshole!
Hailey stared down at her guitar, trying to ignore the annoyance on her right. She tapped on the wood, glaring as her boyfriend fought to open the Christmas tree ornaments. Of course, he was trying to be macho and pull open the heavily taped boxes with his bare hands, creating several unwelcome noises. "I'm trying to write a Christmas song," she told him, kicking at his side. "Do you mind?"
Mike looked up, also aggravated. "And I'm trying to make sure we have a tree by Christmas Eve. You do realize this is not the only room in the house where you can play."
"But this is my spot," Hailey whined. "It's comfy. Go away."
He continued to stare at her. "I'm awesome. You go away."
"Mike, you're only awesome by association." She beamed at him. "Can I please have this room to myself?"
He shook his head, but let go of the box he had in his hands. Sneakily, he crept up beside her, gently prying the guitar out of her hands. His eyes clouded mischievously, a wide grin coming into play on his face. "Do I have to find other ways to make you shut up?"
She also grinned, toying with her blonde hair. "I don't know. Do you?"
"How about—OW."
Hailey laughed while she got up, pleased with herself. "Don't you dare try to sneak something like that by me. I'm just as cunning as you are."
"Hailey, you are such a pain."
"And you're an asshole." She sat down on the other couch, grabbing her guitar again. She began to play again, watching her strumming carefully. "And you know what? I also play guitar better than you do. So suck on that."
Mike glared at her, crossing her arms. "Wait until I get onto twitter. You're—"
"I'm what?"
"You're… you're… you suck."
She beamed as he walked out of the room, his phone in his hands. "I always win," she said happily, also pulling out her phone, quickly typing a twitter message of her own.
"I'm still older!" he called out from another room.
"Wait until you're fifty and I'm still forty-five! We'll see who will be using that argument then." She heard Mike grown from somewhere in the house. "Ha."
Christmas Morning
"This is all your fault." Mike glared at his girlfriend while they stood in front of the Christmas tree, half finished, the other half bare. It was quite strange how half-done it was. There was a straight line that separated the finished and unfinished parts. "If you would have let me put the shit up the other night, our tree wouldn't look like a deformed… tree!"
"Nice response," she muttered, snuggling closer. "But you know what?"
"What?"
"I finished my song."
Mike raised an eyebrow, just a little interested. "Oh, did you?"
"Yeah, do you want to hear it?"
He crossed his arms, slipping his arm away from her back. "I don't know. Thanks to you, my tree looks like Hornswoggle did it."
"He could have probably done a better job."
"You're a—"
"A pain, I know." She grinned at him, looking across the room for her guitar. "Do you want to hear my Christmas song or not?"
Mike shrugged as if he wasn't interested, but Hailey knew him well enough to know he was actually somewhat curious. She laughed a little, grabbing her guitar. She then sat down on the same couch as she had only a few days previous and began to strum out a simple chord.
Your first Christmas together is remarkable
A kiss under the mistletoe is unforgettable
A walk in the lit up town is unbelievable
A dance in the snow is incredible
Something you'll remember forever
Let's say we'll be together whenever, wherever
We sit near the fire, warm smiles to hold
I feel beautiful, whole this holiday season
We're meant for each other, we mold
There is not another possible reason
Hold me tight now, don't let go
Let's take another walk in the snow
Come home, light up a fire
Together we will glow
Never before so happy
Christmas wishes, Christmas beauty
Never before so in love
Christmas wishes, Christmas love
Our first Christmas together
So beautiful, unforgettable,
Remarkable, unbelievable, incredible
Never before so happy
Christmas wishes, Christmas beauty
Never before so in love
Christmas wishes, Christmas love…
When she finished, she was panting from lack of oxygen, but her soul went into that song. She was used to be sarcastic, overzealous and rebellious. She wanted to prove to Mike though that she loved him. And what better way then a song?
"You actually wrote that?"
She frowned. "No, the President did. Of course I did, dumbass!"
He held up his hands in defeat. "I was just checking."
"Well, what do you think?" she prompted, arms folded.
Mike didn't say anything for a long moment, his mind seemingly far away. Then, he inched forward and pressed his lips to her forehead. "I think I love you."
"Think?" she teased.
"Don't push it, Pain."
"Whatever."
She laughed, knowing this was their relationship and this was exactly how she wanted it to be.
"Merry Christmas, Hailey."
She hugged him tightly, looking at their although different, still beautiful tree. "Merry Christmas, Asshole."
Because Hailey would be the type to do this. ;D And I did include a few of our jokes from twitter in this... sorry, lol. Hope you enjoyed, Hailey!