Courtney, have you heard of the band One Direction? Well, hmm, I'm listening to them right now. I think some of the songs represent Selena and Luke here, kind of. Hahaha. Here's your favourite pairing! ;)

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For Courtney

"Idiots." Selena rolls her eyes, ceasing her dance movements. "I don't know why I stick with you guys." She throws her hand in the air to strike a pose of pride. "I don't drink, and I never will."

She smiles with a feeling of sensibility.

Luke chuckles and rests his glass against the glossy table. It makes a dinging click as he sighs and rests his head in his hands. "Selena, I highly doubt that," he remarks, grabbing her well toned shoulders. His eyes are shining, that familiar sparkle of gold twinkling.

With a high giggle, Selena pushes Luke far enough so that his hands are to himself. She isn't the touchy type, especially around drunk men. Flipping her sheer of scarlet hair, she scoffs, "Maybe, but you are so drunk right now."

Luke keeps his distance this time. Grinning, he replies, "Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. I don't get drunk as much as you think, though." Ironically he picks up the cocktail beverage and raises it to his lips to take a gulp. Selena can clearly hear the chugging sound of the drink running down his throat.

After he finishes it off, he sighs. "It'd be funny if you drank though."

Owen lightly punches him on the arm. "Dude, are you kidding me? If she were drunk as much as you, you'd guys be sleeping together all the time!" Making a noise of disapproving, he rests his head in his hands.

"Hey!" Luke's face turns a cherry red. He slightly slurs, "That's not funny!"

Selena reaches out to harshly slap Owen on the shoulder. Giving him a menacing glare, Selena growls, "Don't even joke about that."

Turning back, Selena kneels to skip around tracks on her CD. She wishes to find a good song to dance to without these oddities in her mind.

Beside Owen, Kathy seriously nods. "They probably would, but we don't know."

"They would," Owen cheerfully replies, drinking his beer.

But she bursts out laughing, clutching her stomach. "Selena, maybe you should drink right now and we'll see what happens!" Her emerald eyes flash in mischievousness. "I wanna know!"

"Shut up," Selena carefully listens to the backtrack of her music. She does her best to ignore her surroundings, and bathes in the sounds of blowing pipes and heavy drums. The Egyptian Christmas swing brings a shake in her body.

In her mind, she sees the dry beaches with water crashing against the shore. Markets with sellers of enriched wine and exotic jewellery are calling for her bargain, advertising their wonderful stocks. Rioting kids are running down the cobbled beach, endlessly chasing one another.

Selena begins to dance like one making their money in such an environment.

Swaying her hips, she makes her way towards the dance floor, raising her hands gracefully in the air. As Selena steps to the beat of the music, a smile simpers on her face.

Her body stylishly moves in a natural way to the beat. She spins and smoothly twists into a tropical dance.

Heart racing, Selena begins to slow. When she finally stops, music faded out, she looks to her left to only see Luke wearing a dreamy expression. "What?" she irritably asks. "I don't like you staring at me like that. It's kind of embarrassing."

"Why?" he questions, standing to face her. "You're hot."

"I wouldn't say 'hot,'" she replies, referring to her cold emotions towards others on Castanet. She glares at him, waiting for the man to shrug and sit once more.

Goofily grinning, Luke says, "Fine. You're sexy. Incredibly sexy." He chuckles at his admiring comment.

She appreciates the compliments, especially from a good looking guy like him. But she's used to the flattering remarks from other men. So she shoots back, "You're drunk. Incredibly drunk."

"Damn right, I am." He attempts to give her a sloppy kiss but she pulls away, disgusted. She doesn't like people's different attitude's when they're drunk.

Glancing at the clock, she says, "Go home, drunken man." Conscious of the late time, she quickly pulls on a thick wool jacket. Selena frowns at the clock. A week till Christmas, and she still hasn't wrapped her Christmas gifts for her friends. There are yet a couple of presents to buy as well! "Sorry Kathy, I got to go. You don't have to pay me today. I have errors to run."

"No problem, babe," Kathy serves Owen another fizzling beer. With a saucy wink, she comments, "Have yourself a good night."

Nodding, she begins to leave. How do you even wrap a gift in the first place? Mom always helped me wrap my presents, but she's all the way on Toucan Island...

Someone stops her from pushing the door open. "Aw girl, leaving already?" Luke's face is full of disappointment. Gaze averting to the polished ground, he complains, "I was hoping you'd dance for me some more!"

"Huh. Yeah, right." Selena grins because he's so adorable. But he is still drunk. "You're going to see me tomorrow. We see each other every day, Luke."

"This is different!" he protests, shaking his head. "I like you dancing for me!"

"And you know," Selena starts, "I'd like to let me-"

"Whoa!" Owen loud, surprised tone causes the three of them to turn their heads. Pointing a finger, his jaw drops. "S-Selena and Luke are under mistletoe!"

Selena tilts her head up to observe the door way. Sure enough, Owen is right. The spring of leaves gently curl over the edge of the frame. The mistletoe hovers over the couple, patiently waiting for the kiss to happen.

"Okay, now what?" Selena calmly asks. She wonders if Luke is actually going to kiss her. She doesn't want him not to, but at the same time, she doesn't mind if it does. The question is whether or not if he will.

A smile spreads across Luke's face.

"Easy! I kiss you! Duh!" He exclaims.

Then he plants his perfect lips on Selena's cherry red ones and sweeps her off her feet. Instead of the sloppy kiss she expects, she's met by the caressing feeling against her lips. She leans in, deepening the pressure.

Selena enjoys every second.

It is clear Luke did too, when they pull apart.

"That was amazing," he cheerfully says, the golden hue on his face darkening to a rosy pink.

She replies, "That's a very Merry Christmas."


Actually, I don't get bothered by Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays, however you use the phrase. Courtney, Merry Holidays! Happy Christmas!