Dammit! This chapter is so short, and it sucks! There is a HUGE time skip in this chapter, and I am REALLY sorry for that. Sometimes I really hate my writing… this is one of those times :/ I DO NOT OWN RECESS OR IT'S CHARACTERS! I also do not own Family Guy, Inuyasha, Danny Phantom, Teen Titans, Billy Talent, or Faber Drive.

TJ's POV.

It was officially winter break, and Christmas was quickly approaching. I had no idea what to get the guys, and Spinelli was starting to freak me out. On Halloween, she

dressed as me… that was… weird. After the night she kissed me, she acted like it never happened. Whether that good or bad, I still didn't know. "Hey Teej!" I jumped

slightly and looked over my shoulder. Her face was barely two inches away from mine. "AH!" I screamed, then fell out of my seat. "Spin, don't do that!" I got a good look

at her, and I chuckled.

"What the hell happened to you?" I looked her up and down. Her hair was longer, reaching just below her shoulders, and was back in pigtails. She was wearing black

skinny jeans, a tight purple t-shirt, her boots, and her jacket. I got off the floor, and sat back in my seat. "Don't ask." She grumbled and crossed her arms. "I already

did." I smirked, and leaned back in my seat. "My mom got rid of my clothes, and replaced them with these." She gestured to her shirt and jeans. I scratched my head.

"Didn't you protest against that?" She nodded. "That's where I got this." She rolled up the sleeve of her jacket, revealing a dark bruise around her forearm. "Mom

grabbed my arm too hard when I tried to punch the door shut. She thought I might punch a hole right through it." She pulled her sleeve back down and smiled at me.

"What are you doing anyway?" I sighed. "Trying to figure out what to get the guys for Christmas." Spinelli snorted, and sat across from me. "In a café? I don't really

think sitting in here will help you." I chuckled. "Yeah, you're probably right." She raised an eyebrow. "Aren't I always?" I rolled my eyes. "Not when it's about school."

She crossed her arms again, and leaned on the table. "You have a point." She sighed. I shrugged. "So what are you doing here, stalking me?" Spinelli burst out

laughing. "Yes Theodore. I'm stalking you. I know where you live…"

I shook my head. "Okay then, stalker." "Fascist." "Freak." "Dork." "Lightweight." "Ass clown." "Cupcake." "Cheese head." "Ashley." "Boob." I gave her a blank stare.

"Did you really just call me a boob?" I asked her. She smiled and nodded. "Yup. So… do you need any help? I could think of a few things to get the guys." I stared at my

coffee. "Sure." I looked back to her. "What do you want for Christmas?" Spinelli sighed and turned to stare out the window. "I want it to snow again. Just like when we

were kids." I rolled my eyes. "Of course, the only thing you want is something that can't be bought…" She turned back to me, smiling again. "What about you? What do

you want?" She asked. I shrugged. "I don't know. Actually, there is one thing… but forget it." She blinked. "What is it?"

Spinelli's POV.

I stared at TJ. He wanted something, but why wouldn't he tell me? I blinked and tilted my head. "Tell me." TJ shook his head. "It's nothing. Trust me." I narrowed my

eyes. "TJ. Tell me. Now." He sighed and started stirring his coffee. What is it with him and coffee? He's gonna put himself in a coffee coma one day. "Spin… it's nothing.

There's just something on my mind." I watched as he slapped his forehead. "I wasn't supposed to say that…"

I put my head down slightly, tilted it slightly, and stuck out my bottom lip. I kept my eyes on him, while pouting. He always falls for it. He looked at me and sighed. "Spin,

please don't do that…" I continued to give him the same look. "Do what?" I innocently asked. "Spinelli, I'm serious. You have no idea how disturbingly cute that is." I

stopped pouting, and my eyes widened. "Cute?" I repeated. I felt my face warm. "Did you just call me cute?"

TJ's head snapped up. "Uh… um… well… uh… I… uh… hey, you didn't tell me why you have your hair in pigtails…" I rolled my eyes. "My hair kept getting in my face. Hey,

don't change the subject!" His face went red. And when I say red, I mean red. "Fine, I called you cute! So what? You wanna punch me now? Go ahead!" I laughed. "I'm

not gonna punch you…" He gave a shy smile. "Really?" I nodded. "You should probably call the guys soon." I told him. "After you're done talking, we'll get looking for

stuff."

Gretchen's POV.

A mini marshmallow hit my nose, and fell onto the counter. I picked it up and threw it back at Vince, who caught it in his mouth. "So who's gonna divide the money when

we win the bet?" Vince asked me, attempting to talk and chew the marshmallow at the same time. I shrugged. "I was thinking Theresa could. Either her or Mikey." I

looked over at Mikey, who just ordered his third root beer float."Most likely Theresa." Vince muttered, after he swallowed the marshmallow. I nodded. "Yeah. Mikey

would probably refuse to touch 'that filthy money' as he calls it." I used air quotes. Vince threw another marshmallow at me. "Why are you throwing marshmallows at

me?" He shrugged. "I'm bored. It's fun getting on your nerves."

Ring. Ring. Ring. I lifted my phone from my pocket, and checked the caller ID. It was TJ. "Hi TJ. What's up?"

"Nothing much. What do you guys want for Christmas?"

I shrugged. "It doesn't matter. It's the thought that counts, after all."

"I'm serious Gretchen. I have no idea what go get anyone! I think I have Spinelli's present picked out, but I don't know what to get anyone else!"

"Well… I need a new microscope. Gus knocked mine of my desk last night and broke it. Rosie needs to dye his hair back to black." Vince cringed at the nickname I gave

him.

"Uh… Gretchen… who's Rosie?"

I laughed. "Rosie is Vince's new nickname. I thought the name suited his hair colour." I looked at Vince, who rolled his eyes. "Laugh it up Grundler. Laugh it up." Vince

mumbled. I threw the marshmallow at him, and it hit his arm.

"Small price to pay I guess. Mess with Spin, and you get your hair permanently dyed pink." TJ rushed. He sounded like he got a hold of pixie sticks again… or coffee. Wait

a minute…

My eyes widened. "Wait… you did that?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I thought you knew that. Me and Spin recorded it. I'll lend you the disc if you want."

"Forget the microscope, and give me that disc for Christmas!" I looked to my side, and the guys were all staring at me. "What disc?" Theresa asked. I shook my head.

"Listen TJ, I really need to go. Before Mikey eats the rest of my sundae. We'll see you later." I ended the call, and returned my phone to my pocket. I went to take a bite

of my sundae, but it wasn't there. "Mikey!" I glared at him. "I said don't eat my sundae!"

A/N: I know... this was so stupid and probably thought of as unnecessary. It Seems very repetitive to me, and I don't know how to break

myself of that habit! I hate my writing!