A/N: Thanks for all the reviews and alerts! And, I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I kinda had writer's block. I really had a hard time writing this chapter (I rewrote it like six times!), but I do hope it's good. Please review and tell me what you think.


I Love Mistletoe

"So, did you tell her?" Aiden asks as soon as his girlfriend sits next to him in the booth.

"She said she'd do it tonight." Kyla rests her head on Aiden's shoulder while downing another drink. "What about you? What happened with Ashley?"

"She's still being an idiot, as always." He shrugs his shoulders. "She's insecure as well."

"Let me take a wild guess as to why that would be. Is it because she 'doesn't think she's good enough'?" Kyla repeats Spencer's earlier words, irritated beyond relief.

"Well yeah, partially I guess." Aiden looks over at the brunette at his side. "She doesn't think she's the right choice for Spencer."

"Ugh! Those two really need to take their heads out of their asses and start thinking more positively."

"Well, we would certainly be saved all this trouble, and there would definitely be way less drama," Aiden chuckles.

"I honestly don't understand how the two can be best friends with all the sexual tension going on between them. I mean, that's gotta be awkward!"

"Well, don't you remember how awkward we used to be? I was terrified to even say hi to you!" He looks at Kyla with a smile, hugging her closer. "I probably looked like a total dork, huh?"

"You did." She says without hesitation. "But you're my dork. You're my adorable dork." She kisses his cheek lightly and returns to her drink.

Aiden smiles inwardly, happy to be with the girl of his dreams, and wishing his best friend could soon do the same.

"I really hope those two sort out their inner problems soon," Kyla says. "Hell, they already look like a couple!"

"Easier said than done…" Aiden mumbles.

Kyla continues, "I mean, all Spencer needs to do is just get over her fear of not being good enough, then she'll be good. Ashley too, right?"

"Yeah…and I guess, also not wanting to hurt Spencer," Aiden says, cryptically.

"Is she really afraid of that?" Kyla questions, surprised at her sister's own insecurity. What happened to overly-full-of-herself Ashley?

"Well, yeah…she doesn't really…trust herself right now." Aiden says, hoping to end the conversation. "But anyways—"

"What? What are you—" Kyla asks cuts him off, confused, but realization soon sets in. She opens her eyes wide and quickly turns her body to stare at her boyfriend in the eyes. "Is…is Ashley…?"

"What? I don't know what you mean," Aiden says, while sweating nervously and looking in another direction.

Kyla uses her hand to turn Aiden's face to look at her deep in the eyes. "Honey…tell me."

Shit, Aiden you are so stupid! How could you forget that this is Kyla, she knows everything! "Kyla, please don't ask me that…don't make me pick between being loyal to her and being with you…" he pleads.

The young brunette's face quickly worries. She furrows her eyebrows as her eyes instantly fill with tears. "Aiden..." she whispers. "She's…she's my sister. I have to know…please, I need to know what is going on with her…"

Who am I kidding? I can't keep anything from her…I'm sorry Ashley. I'm so, so sorry.


Spencer's POV

"Ms. Carlin, would you honor me with a dance?"

I turned around to find Ashley extending her hand towards me while sporting a goofy smile. One that I had grown accustomed to over the years of partying with her: this was her drunken smile.

"Well, I don't know, let me think about it." I put my hand to my chin and pretended to ponder on the decision. Instantly, her grin wore off and she gave me a cute pout. Who could say no to that? "Aww, don't be sad Ashy. Of course I'll dance with you."

"Come on then, let's go."

I took her hand and she slowly led me to the dance floor. As we arrived, however, the song ended and a slow dance came on. Oh crap, this isn't gonna be awkward at all…

"Damn it!" Ashley shouted. She scrunched her eyebrows and said, "I wanted more down and dirty songs!"

I looked at her with a sly smile. "Why? So you could have me grinding into you?"

I saw the instant traces of red on her cheeks. "What?! No! No! I don't want you to grind into me!" I pouted with fake hurt and turned to leave. "No! Spence! Not that I wouldn't like it! You're hot, come on!" I raised an eyebrow at her and smirked. "Oh my God, that sounded weird didn't it? Crap…"

Haha! She looks so cute when she's nervous. I love her rambling…Who am I kidding, I love everything about her.

"It's okay Ashley, I know what you mean." I said as I put her timid arms around my waist and brought my own around her neck. "Now relax. Let's just dance."

"Sorry." She leaned her head on my shoulder and we continued to sway slowly to the music.

Oh my God! I am dancing with Ashley…breathe Spencer, breathe…In, out, in, out. I am like seconds away from fainting right now. She smells so nice…she even feels nice. She is so great. She's like, like…like if someone found a way to extract all the greatness out of donuts, then put it in a blender and fed it to a person…and that person is Ashley!

Wait no! I'm not saying she's fat or anything…I mean, come on? She's freaking perfect. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Her body is like the embodiment of the word flawless. Seriously. Great, great body she's got there!

Man, I am so drunk.

"This is so family-reunion-dance-ish." She slurs her words a bit.

Her comment snapped me out of my alcoholic thoughts, and her hot breath on my ear woke up my hormones…again.

"Uh, yeah. I feel like I'm at a—a Christmas…party." Oh smooth Carlin! Stutter, why don't you?! That will totally attract the hot babe in front of you! And, a Christmas party? Seriously? Where the hell did that come from? Ok, time to salvage the situation."Uh, now all I need is the, umm, the mistletoe kiss and I'll be good!"

Shit! I think I may have just indirectly made a pass at her. I just made it worse…

"The mistletoe…kiss?" Ashley questions, hesitantly.

"Uh…Ashley, I was just kidding!" I nervously say. "Haha…got you…" I am so lame.

"You mean you don't want a mistletoe kiss?"

"No, no! I meant that I don't have to get one. But like, yeah I'd want—"

Ok, so I have just been interrupted. Let's make this fun. Guess who or what interrupted me: A) Kyla and Aiden making out and bumping into us, B) Annie being an ass and trying to steal Ashley away, C) a scary-looking gopher, D) an enraged Paula Carlin, or E) Ashley giving me my 'mistletoe kiss.'

So? Any guesses?

Ok, I'm sick of waiting, I'll just tell you.

Ashley Davies, the love of my life, the reason I wake up each morning, just kissed me.

Wow, is it hot in here? Or is it just me? Or is it those sweet, soft lips of hers on mine?

I think it's her lips. I honestly belief that her lips are basically melting my own away. And it's not like one of those 'stupid-overeager-boy' kiss, you know? Those forced kisses that just hurt the lips and feel incredibly sloppy. Yeah, it's nothing like that. Ashley's kiss is more like the 'oh-my-God-it-feels-good-to-go-to-bed-after-running-for-twenty-four-hours' kind of kiss. Like, it's so…soft. Yeah. It's soft. Not forced, not sloppy. But I can still feel the full effect of it. I think I may have just died and gone to Ashley-Heaven.

Ashley pulls away after, let me tell you, a while, and her brown orbs lock into my blue ones. Her lips grow into a small smile and her eyes bright up. Then, without a hint of alcohol in her words she says:

"Merry Christmas Spence."