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Summary: Heather wants a Christmas tree, and only her prairie man will risk his toque to get one.

Pairing: HeatherxEzekiel (Why? Three words: Total Drama Comeback)

Day: December 10

Disclaimer: See previous chapters.

Heather analyzed her living room, narrowing her eyes as she looked around. There was the normal stuff there, such as a couch and a TV, but there was also something missing. Something that should be there, considering there were only fifteen days until Christmas.

"Hey honey." Heather's fiance, Ezekiel, walked into the living room, kissing her on the cheek. "What are you doing, eh? You've been standing in here for an hour."

"There's no Christmas tree in here." Heather stated bluntly. "Honey, could you get a Christmas tree?"

"Right now?"

"No, on Christmas Eve. Yes, right now! We're practically the only house on the block without a Christmas tree!"

"The Peterson's don't have one." Ezekiel defended.

"They're Jewish."

"Oh." Ezekiel fought for an excuse. "Well, I just put the chicken in the oven, eh, and you know you have to check that stuff all the time..."

"Please?" Heather smiled seductively, putting her hand on her fiance's chin. Ezekiel shivered. "Please do it. For me? I want my big strong woodsman to chop down a tree-"

"Wait," Ezekiel snapped out of his trance. "You mean I actually have to cut down a tree? Why can't I just buy one, eh?"

"You can't just buy a tree!" Heather snapped. "It's unclean! I want a real, genuine tree from the forest. Now move!"

Ezekiel sighed as he got into his car, though he would never complain aloud. Ezekiel knew what other people said about Heather; that she was cold, heartless, and a b- um, a bad person. People also said that Ezekiel was an idiot for dating her, and it didn't help now that they were getting married next summer. But they didn't see in her what Ezekiel saw: a lost soul, afraid of being hurt, so she pushed others away. Plus, once Heather had grown her hair back after Total Drama Action, he couldn't be in the same room as her without his eyes being drawn to her. She mesmerized him.

...

Driving on the highway, Ezekiel noticed a sign advertising a place called Petey's Tree Land. Curious, he took the exit to get there, and was almost blinded by the neon lights hanging from the actual sign.

Shielding his eyes while he got out of his car, Ezekiel walked through the crunchy snow to a small cabin, where a fat, balding man yelled at a quaking teenager.

"What do you mean you lost the receipt? Check again!"

"Y-yes, sir." the girl ran into the cabin, shaking. Ezekiel gulped. This wasn't going to be fun.

"Excuse me, are you Petey, eh?" Ezekiel asked, stepping forward cautiously.

Petey turned to him, a huge grin on his chubby face. "Yes I am! Welcome to Petey's Tree Land. Are you looking for a tree?"

"Yes sir." If I wasn't, why would I be here?

"Come here, son." Petey wrapped his huge arm around Ezekiel, practically dragging him into the small forest of pine trees. "Now, the key to a perfect tree is it's size. By the way, how much are you looking to spend?"

"Um," Ezekiel looked in his wallet. "About thirty bucks, eh."

Petey frowned at him for a second, then pasted his smile back on. "Alright then! Well, we'll just go over here." He steered Ezekiel away from the tall, regal trees, and toward the only part of the property not covered in lights.

Oh my God, Ezekiel thought, he's going to murder me!

But instead of torture equipment, the only thing in that space were a few tiny, scraggly Christmas trees. Ezekiel looked around, blinking. "What's this?"

"These are the trees you can get with thirty dollars." Petey spoke through his fake smile.

"Um, but you see, I think my fiance really wants a big tree, eh."

Petey shrugged. "Not my problem. It's fifteen bucks for a tree, plus ten if you want it cut down for you."

Ezekiel sighed. He just realized that he left his ax at home. "Sure." He handed Petey the money.

Petey grinned at him. "Pleasure doing business with you." He turned to the cabin, screaming, "CHELSEA!!!!!!!" The girl from before ran out with an ax, and began chopping down the first tree she found, which also happened to be the smallest.

Ezekiel sighed again. He had a feeling that being home that night would not be too enjoyable.

...

"What took you so long?" Those were the first words out of Heather's night when she heard Ezekiel open the door. She had spent the last hour watching Desperate Housewives reruns (How people watched that show, she'd never know), and she had missed the timer on the oven, so the chicken was completely burnt. Ugh. Why did she suck at cooking?

When Ezekiel walked into the living room smiling nervously, she got suspicious. "Well? Where is it?"

Her fiance took his hands from behind his back, revealing a tiny, Charlie Brown-size tree in his hands.

Heather gaped at him. "What is that?! I told you to get a tree, not a twig!"

Ezekiel sighed, putting it down. "This was all I could afford, eh."

"You're kidding, right? I told you not to buy a tree for this very reason! How are we supposed to decorate this?"

Ezekiel shrugged. "I don't know, eh. Maybe it'll fit an ornament or two?"

"Did that toque suck out your brain?" Her fiance glared at her.

"No. Did that halter top suck out your heart?"

Heather gaped at him. "Excuse me?"

"You're excused."

"Ugh!" Heather got up, stomping her foot. "I never should have let you watch Saturday Night Live!" Sighing, she walked over to their box of ornaments, and selected two. She hung them on the tree; it slouched a little, but it worked.

"It's not so bad, eh?" Ezekiel smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Whatever. But you owe me! This means a wedding in Hawaii, and you're not cheaping out on the hotel."

"Deal." Ezekiel agreed reluctantly.

Heather smiled at him, pulling him in for a kiss. "Thanks." She whispered, holding onto him so he wouldn't faint.

Five minutes later, Heather and Ezekiel were lying on the couch in each others arms, looking at their tiny tree.

An hour ago, the living room had been missing something important. Now, it was perfect.

THE RETURN OF PETEY!!!! I wasn't going to use him at first, but then I needed a name for the tree store, and that popped into my head. I think I'll make him a recurring character; not in every chapter, but maybe I'll give him a bunch of diffrent companies around Canada.

THE FINALE"S TONIGHT!!! Not the fake out finale like last week, but the real deal! So go vote for Beth right now! Or I'll make you work at Petey's Tree Land with poor Chelsea!

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Tomorrow: Izzy, Noah, and finding the Christmas spirit.