We arrived at the museum around 6 on Saturday. The snow was falling softly and it looked like something straight out of a movie. Aria looked gorgeous as usual. With her, it was never just one thing, it was always the whole package. She did not just dress exceedingly well or have lusciously soft hair, it was everything.

I held her hand as we walked up the stairs to the entrance of the museum. Large wreaths hung from the pillars and cast a Christmas feel over everything without being overpowering.

"This is perfect," she said to me as we were walking towards the large glass doors. "Thank you so much for taking me here."

"You are more than worth it, Aria." I replied back to her. As we came to the door, I opened it for her and led her in with my hand on the small of her back.

"What do you want to do first?" She asked, quickly flipping through a map and list of current exhibits.

"How about, let's just start here and see where it takes us?" I said back.

"That sounds like a perfect plan. I want to see everything! Just look how beautiful everything is!" She reminded me of a child in a candy store. Typical Aria.

We walked through room after room. Most of it was the normal art museum exhibits that I had seen at least twenty times before. However, I would feel like I was cheating on it if I did not go and see everything. The ornately decorated hallways and lobbies in between exhibit rooms even had their own Christmas feel to them. There was a wreath here and there, small Christmas trees sprinkled throughout, and red and gold décor added in the most tasteful way.

Aria grabbed my hand as we walked towards the main room in the museum. The feeling of her hand in mine was always a welcome feel, especially in a public place. Getting out of Rosewood was always a treat because we could do things like hold hands and be seen together somewhere outside of my apartment. It was such a nice feeling; it's too bad it could not last forever.

"You know what is in here, don't you?"

She nodded her head without looking at me as we stepped through the gigantic doors into a room with ceilings that were too high to fathom.

There were six trees in all. They all were decorated a bit differently, but they were completely gorgeous. They all stood so high that you could not see the top if you were standing directly beside them, you had to take a step back. There was one decorated with a music theme, one that had a baking theme, one that had a snowflake theme, one that had an old Hollywood theme, one that had an around the world theme, and the last one had cross ornaments all over it.

I think it was five minutes before Aria said anything.

She looked up at me, "Thank you so much for bringing me here, this night has been perfect."

"You're welcome, Aria. I would do anything to go on a date with you."

"It's just…everything is just so…romantic" She stumbled over her words.

Instrumental Christmas music played on in the background. There were only 4 or 5 people in the room with us. I put my arms around Aria's waist and planted a kiss on her lips. She kissed back for a moment. It was one of those sweet you-may-kiss-the-bride kind of kiss that only happened in the most perfect moments. I think this qualified.

I was in complete senses overload. I breathed in and smelled the scent of evergreen trees mixed with Aria's spicy perfume. My vision was clouded with glints of gold from all around. Not to mention I had the most perfect girl beside me. And my mouth still felt like Aria's kiss.

We walked around for a bit talking about each tree and picking out our favorite ornament on each one. Aria's favorite was the old Hollywood tree that was covered in film rolls as well as headshots of famous actress and actors such as Aria's personal favorite Audrey Hepburn. My favorite was the crosses tree because it reminded me of the cross ornament I had back at the apartment.

After a while, we finally left the museum and crossed the street to the Starbucks on the corner across from the museum. Aria got a chai tea and I got a black coffee.

"You know what I wish?" Aria asked as she sipped her tea carefully, making sure that it was not too hot to drink.

"What do you wish?" I responded back.

"I wish that we could spend the holidays together. You know, like when you would bring your boyfriend or girlfriend home to meet your family during Christmas and everyone is just so excited and happy? I would give anything for that to happen."

I sighed, I battled with myself in my head as to what I should do. It was a big step—and a good one, but was it too soon? Was it too big? There were a lot of chances I would be taking if I told her about my parents, but was I willing to take them? How well could we lie and keep it together? Would we be able to stick to our stories, even if we rehearse them a million times? But then, on the other hand, I wanted this more than anything. Even though we could not exactly break it to her parents easily, this was different. My mom would be so happy and my dad would love her. My brother would heckle her and tease her just like we do to one another. I knew she would be an instant member of our family, but was that a good thing at this stage. I hated lying to my parents, and anyone really, the encounter would be one big lie. What if they brought up something awkward about Jackie? How would she handle it? How would I handle it?

I took a deep breath.

"Actually…" I could already see the light in her eyes. "I was wondering if you would want to go to my parent's house for Christmas Eve?"

"What?" She said back. She sounded surprised and it seemed like she just wanted to clear up what she just heard.

"Would you want to be my date for Christmas Eve with my family?" I said back, this time with more confidence.

"Are you serious?" She said in response, in disbelief.

"I mean if you don't want to you don't have to, but I just thought…"

"That's a great idea!" She interrupted. She was practically beaming with excitement.

"Would you like that?" I asked.

"You know I would!"

"So it's a date then?"

"Of course!"

"You do know that this is going to take hours of preparation, I don't want to go in there and have them think that you are my student, I need them to think that we met somewhere completely normal…any where but a school."

I could tell that this made her a little bit sad, but she knew it was what had to happen if something like this was going to happen.

"It's a deal." She said after thinking for a moment or two.

I smiled. I was happy.