Okay...someone had requested a Peddie, well you just had to be patient because I had it written weeks ago. ;)

Patricia brushed her bangs away from her green eyes and squinted at the setting sun. This isn't exactly where you'd expect to find her on Christmas Day. But she was there on a beach in California. "It just doesn't seem right," she commented, looking over at her boyfriend as he walked beside her. "Christmas on a beach – it's not sunny. I was brought up in a magical land where there was a white Christmas, every Christmas. Slimeball, this is a hot Christmas; it's not very festive."

"I know," he shrugged. "I've grown up here. When I stayed in England with my dad last year was the first time, since I was eight, that I had seen snow on Christmas."

"That's a long time." She said.

"But this is fun isn't it? Different, untraditional, interesting, weird, not mainstream…"

"…totally us." she finished with a small smirk pulling at the corner of her lips.

"Exactly," he clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I told my friends about this and they're like, 'Dude, your girlfriend's gonna hate it. You have to give her a white Christmas. All chicks love that sort of thing.' And I'm just like, 'Yeah, but you don't know Patricia.'" He laughed. "My Yacker knows how to celebrate."

"Whatever," she brushed him off.

"See, I thought that this walk on the beach thing was kinda romantic, but at the same time it's kinda weird because it's Christmas Day. It's perfect! So you don't have to hold my hand of anything if you don't want to, don't worry." But to his surprise, he felt her hand slip into his. He looked down at her but she just looked away from him as their fingers entwined instantly.

"So since it's Christmas and we're spending the rest of the day on a beach. Where's my last present? And don't you dare tell me you don't have one. I know you do, Weasel." She warned, pointing a finger in his direction.

"It's back at the blanket." He answered, jerking his thumb back toward where they had had a small picnic; nothing romantic, just McDonalds.

She nodded and looked back at the water. "It better not be crappy."

"It's not, I promise." He chuckled, raising his free hand in defense.

"That's what you say." She realized, whipping around to look at him. She let go of his hand and circled him once he stopped in his tracks. He watched her warily. She finally stopped and tilted her head to the side, examining him. She lashed her arms out and shoved him backwards. He stumbled a little in shock and fell backwards into the ankle deep water as she laughed, running for the picnic blanket a few yards away.

"Yacker, don't open it yet!" he chuckled, dashing after her.

"Don't tell me what to do, Cockroach!"

I thought I'd end it on a funny note... It might have been short, but I really liked this one. :3

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"I can feel you all around me, thickening the air I'm breathing. Holding on to what I'm feeling, savoring this heart that's healing."

-Rachel