I hadn't realized I was standing under the mistletoe until a familiar dark haired boy walked up next to me, looking over to my parents who sat on the couch in front of the tree.

"The ham's done Mrs. Moore."

"Great Evan. Oh look, you're both under the mistletoe."

I looked up, getting nervous. Sure enough, the little red berries surrounded by the green leaves hung above Evan and I. Three months of this boy coming over to my house made me like him, but a kiss? Woah. Evan looked down at me smiling and leaned in. He pressed his lips gently against mine. It was a soft and sweet kiss. It sent my heart soaring at a mile a minute. His eyes were closed, and mine were still open in astonishment that he would even kiss me in the first place. He set free of my lips and smiled once again down at me. As he walked away, I watched him and his flawless stride. This Christmas was already the best one ever.

That was the first time I kissed Evan Cooper. For some reason, I would always think back to that Christmas when riding in Evan's little maroon, two-door convertible. I'd always stare out the window remembering the cheesy red and green Christmas sweater he wore that night along with his khaki pants and black dress shoes. I never really understood why I went back to that night almost every day. I guess I just really liked to remember the cute little smile he wore when he handed me a cookie and said "Here ya go madam." That part of the daydream would always make me smile. Evan snapped me out of my trance by turning off the ignition.

"Ashley, we're here."

"Oh." I unbuckled and climbed out. I grabbed my bags from the backseat and looked over at Evan, who was now on my side of the car. I was surprised when he actually started a conversation with me.

"So that's the last time I get to drive you," he said, pressing his lips together and leaning against his car. He looked sexy with his sleeves rolled up just below his elbows and his signature white sneakers.

"Yeah. I guess it is." I became a bit upset thinking about that. Sure, he would probably drive me next year, but I didn't think this year would end so quickly. I slugged my gym back over my shoulder, not realizing how heavy it was, and it sent me flying backwards. The bag broke my fall luckily, but I could tell there was going to be a bruise on my butt. Evan quickly kneeled over me.

"Are you okay?" he asked worriedly.

"Yeah," I said rubbing my head. He helped me stand up. "That wasn't embarrassing at all..." I thought aloud. Evan laughed.

"You ought to be a bit more careful. Here," he said picking up my gym bag. "I'll help you. We don't need your mother worryin' 'bout ya." His southern lingo was even cuter considering he lacked a southern accent, and it even sounded like he was trying to make one. I just smiled and walked across the yard to my front porch while Evan followed close behind.

"I think my keys are in my gym bag," I said awkwardly as if he was going to get annoyed that he'd have to set down the back then pick it back up after I fetched my keys. But he just smiled and unzipped the single zipper. He looked under my makeup bag and swimsuit.

"I'm not seeing them in here."

"What? I could've sworn I left them in there." I began digging in my backpack. Then Evan jangled a set of keys in my face with a mischievous smile on his face.

"They fell out on the ground when you fell." I blushed and tried grabbing them, but Evan pulled them away from my hand every time I went for it.

"Evan! C'mon I wanna get inside." Defeated, he dropped the keys in my hands. He snickered and smiled down at me. I blushed at his perfect smile, knowing that I was the reason for it. I attempted to put the key into the knob, but dropped them on the 'welcome' mat. I bent down to pick them up, not noticing Evan bending down as well, and our heads collided. I stood up quickly and held my head. He continued down and grabbed the keys, but also grabbed his head.

"Why don't you let me do it," he said putting the key into the lock. I could feel my face growing red with embarrassment. This is the first time I ever acted like a fool in front of Evan. He really did bring out the stupid in me. Still rubbing his head, he unlocked the door and carried my bag inside.

"You can just set it on the couch. I can carry it upstairs later."

"You sure you won't fall?" he joked. I didn't find it funny but before I could stop him, he went upstairs and into my room. I had forgotten that he knew this house like his own considering he always came over for special occasions. I guess because I kept my room off limits all the time, he only assumed it was mine. He walked in and plopped my bag on the bed.

"There. Well, I guess I'll be on my way," he said shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Oh, yeah you're probably busy."

"We'll I'm not really. I just didn't want to be a burden."

"Why don't you stay a while? I could use some company until mom and dad get home. I'm always stuck here alone."

"Okay. Sure I'm sure we can find something to do."

I smiled and lead him out of my room. I caught him taking a look around before he actually left the room and shut the door behind him.

"You got any games?" he asked as we walked down the stairs.

"I'm not sure what we have but I can look." He nodded and sat down on the living room couch. I walked back to my parents' bedroom to find some games. All I saw to my liking was Chutes and Ladders and Candy Land. Yes, I know their kid's games, but I wasn't up for the cliché game of Battleship or the annoying 'ding' that went off every time you hit the Uno button. I grabbed the two childish games and walked back into the living room where Evan was diddling with his phone.

"Does either of these strike your fancy?" I asked with a hopeful look on my face. He looked up and stuck his phone in his pocket.

"I love Chutes and Ladders!" Evan said. He excitedly got on his knees in front of the coffee table opening the box like a little boy on Christmas. I smiled while witnessing a side of Evan I had never seen before. It was adorable. It was sexy. It was perfect, and exactly what I wanted.