A/N: Back to work, and I've almost run out of pre-written stories D:. This might be the last, we shall have to see if the Christmas Muse will grace me with more works to upload.

Enjoy!

Wrapping

Jay did not like wrapping presents.

In all of his life he hated wrapping things up neatly and primly. On the Isle it hadn't been such a big deal, but in Auradon the wrapping was a nightmare. Especially because you were supposed to wrap things neatly and primly.

Therefore he hated Christmas.

His first Christmas has been a disaster; the other VKs hadn't minded his poorly wrapped offerings, and the Auradonians had been polite enough, but he could sense their discomfort. Thank Hell Hall he had only offered presents to Lonnie, Jane, Ben & Doug. He dreaded to think what Audrey, Chad or the other nobles would have made of his wrapping. The presents themselves were thoughtful and well-chosen and despite the protests that he didn't do 'girl-time' he clearly listened to his friends a lot.

This was his fourth Christmas in Auradon and he was dreading wrapping presents. If he was to admit anything, it was usually that he rushed the wrapping and to alleviate this problem, he took a whole afternoon from studying, practice or anything and focused solely on the gifts in front of him and what felt like a whole shop's worth of wrapping paper.

Two hours and several internet tutorials later, Jay sat back to admire Evie's present. It had been a rather unwieldy round palette of make-up and after thinking things through carefully, he found a square box which snugly fit the palette before filling the box with tissue and wrapping that instead of the blasted circular present. He was even proud of his slightly lopsided bow on the top. Okay, Carlos next.

Six hours later, when Carlos came in to find Jay (it was unusual for the gannet to have missed dinner and Carlos was a little worried that the hulking sportsman might have been ill…or kidnapped), Carlos instead found Jay fast asleep in a nest of wrapping paper and tape. There was a ribbon wrapped around one wrist and a bow tangled in his hair. But in front of his bed sat a small pile of perfectly wrapped presents and Carlos couldn't help but smile. Resolving that he would never be able to move to wall of muscle on his own, Carlos scampered off to find Lonnie and Ben, and between the three of them they managed to manoeuver an almost comatose Jay into his bed. Lonnie and Carlos were quick to move the rubbish and extra packing papers to the desk and to leave the room, closing the door softly with a snick.

When it came to Christmas morning, beneath the tree sat such beautifully wrapped presents that everyone thought Audrey must have offered them up. Instead Jay sat rather proudly, basking in the surprise and attention of his friends while they unwrapped his carefully prepared and his carefully chosen presents. There was the palette for Evie, new Tourney gloves for Ben, a new collar for Dude, with tennis balls. For Mal he had managed to get a recipe book from Agrabah, for Doug he had sourced two ancient volumes on alchemy, (that had been a hard gift, he knew they were back on the Isle having seen them in his father's shop before his departure and it had taken a lot of red tape to get back there), for Jane he had been a little bit stumped but he finally settled on a form of diary that was oh so slightly magical. This gift meant that he had to pull in a few favours from the Genie, because it was book that once paired with its owner would be able to help to them plan and organise anything. For Carlos,Jay's gift looked to the others, a bunch of wires and a tangled mess of just stuff. But to Carlos it was heaven; the mess before him would patch different circuits he'd been working on, he could repair parts of his 3D printer that had been bothering him and he was ecstatic at the gift. Finally for Lonnie, Jay had found a new pair of training shoes and a hooded sweatshirt with the word Coach emblazoned on the back, to congratulate her on her new position as the new Tourney Coach at the Imperial Academy.

Much later in the evening, with food bloating their stomachs and wine fogging their minds, Jay was surprised to feel Lonnie lean closer to him so her head rested on his shoulder.

"Thank you." She murmured, moving so he could wrap his arm around her shoulders.

"You're welcome, you're head coach, you deserve the recognition." Jay smiled down at her.

"Well, yes thank you for the present, but thank you for putting the effort into wrap them. I know how much effort you went to for it." She smiled back.

"Ah, you put me to bed." Jay chuckled a little. "I didn't think Carlos would have managed it on his own."

"Yeah he didn't have a hope." Lonnie laughed.