December Tenth Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas.

Justin Fitzgerald.

Have yourself a merry little Christmas,

Let your heart be light

From now on,

Our troubles will be out of sight

Justin didn't care that it was nearly Christmas, he didn't care that school would be finishing in just over a week, he didn't care that it was snowing and it didn't look like the snow was going to let up any time soon. He didn't care, he was past caring he had given up caring the moment his father had dumped his mother and left him and Leo. Caring was an emotion which he would rather get rid of, caring about someone so often became a weakness. He didn't care about Floyd's stunt, or his brother's downcast expression or Allie's determination to keep the family together; he especially didn't care about his father and Allie's relationship.

The morning past like most mornings did, he timed it perfectly and wandered into the kitchen at 7.59 when nobody was around, he could hear somebody coughing in the bathroom, it sounded like someone was throwing up, Justin momentarily toyed with the idea of offering to help but quickly reminded himself that he didn't care about his father, Leo, Floyd, Allie or Tiffany. Anyway more or less everybody hated him at that particular moment; he was most certainly not on the Christmas card list where Allie, Floyd and Tiffany were concerned.

He had almost given up hope of breaking up Allie and Vaughan, and worse still Leo seemed to be quickly forming a friendship with Tiffany. The only good thing was that after Floyd's stunt there was less chance of him going to boarding school and further talks between Allie and his father had soon dissolved. Tiffany had refused to talk to him and he saw no way of rekindling their relationship.

Tiffany emerged from the toilet, wiping her mouth; even though he continued to assure himself he didn't care he couldn't help but offer her a glass of water. "You okay?"

"What do you care?" She asked, clearly she hadn't forgiven him yet, what was the point in trying to be nice if nobody was nice back? Justin shrugged and he headed outside, whistling out of tune as his feet broke the fresh white carpet of snow. He could hear the song 'have yourself a merry little Christmas' blaring out, and he deliberately plugged his headphones in, if only his troubles were out of sight. But as long as Allie was in the picture trouble was his middle name even when he tried to be nice.

By mid-morning break he barely listened, he barely spoke and he ignored Floyd's jibes, he didn't care; Christmas was about caring and being closer to your family, but why should he care if nobody else did? "Go on I dare you," a voice called; Justin recognised it was Shaznay.

It was only then that he noticed the mistletoe that was hovering above his head; he clenched his fists fearing that this was a trap that he had quite unknowingly walked straight into. He stood still like a statue, seconds later he was joined by Lisa Brown, and no doubt this had something to do with Shaznay's little and pathetic dare.

"Oh, look mistletoe," she commented as she walked over pretending that she hadn't planned all of this, but of course she did, Lisa Brown scheming master, always planned ahead. Justin wanted to protest but she slammed her lips on his, he wanted to scream, he wanted to shout and after a few seconds he pulled away. Out of the corner of his peripheral vision he saw Tiffany, who looked as if she was about to cry, this was all a big set-up, he grimaced, Lisa and Shaznay were long out of sight by now and the damage had already been done.

Tiffany had also disappeared; Floyd and Gabriella were hovering about watching the scene with bemused expressions on their faces.

"I see you've got over my sister," Floyd stated and Justin could tell he was pleased, clearly he hadn't seen Tiffany run away from the crime scene in floods of tears. Justin stormed away preferring not to reply for Floyd, he felt as if steam was coming out of his ears and he felt like he was going to explode. Out of frustration he punched a nearby locker, it wasn't fair, now he was pretty sure that he had lost Tiffany for good, and it was all Lisa Brown's fault. Somehow or other he would still get revenge.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure hovering about, it was Leo who was gathering all his books and essays that were sprawled other the floor, this wasn't the easiest task in the world when Leo seemed to misplace his glasses. Immediately Justin's anger vanished and he gave his brother his essays back without saying a word, what he did notice was that Leo had far more work than he did despite being three years younger. He was momentarily puzzled but dismissed it assuming that Leo was doing extra work for the fun of it.

He was still furious when he made his way to his next class, he noticed his father lurking around the corridors, angrily Justin contemplated on finding another route to his class, he most certainly didn't want another chat with his father about keeping his temper.

He made his decision a second too late as his father spotted him going around the corner, "Woah, Justin what's the matter?" He asked.

"Just fed up that's all," Justin replied hopping that his farther would take the hint and go away. He shoved his father and stormed away, his father surprisingly didn't try to stop him. It seemed impossible to go anywhere without encountering Leo, his father, Tiffany, Floyd and Allie and he hated that, it was almost as if they were constantly watching or spying on him.

By lunchtime he was contemplating on whether to skip school and go to London just like he had planned to with Tiffany some days early, one thing was for he didn't belong here, for weeks Tiffany had been the only one keeping him sane and now she hated him, there seemed little point in stopping somewhere he didn't belong. The next few minutes were a blur of events, Tiffany passed him and headed down the stairs, that was normal he couldn't go anywhere without being head hunted by the Westbrook's.

He kept his head down wishing everything was a bit quieter, there was a large group of boys playing football, cheering loudly when anyone scored a goal. Tiffany was rushing down the stairs; eager to get away from him he noted.

It only took a few seconds for everything to change. The game quickly grew out of hand, and it got rougher and more competitive as the football flew inside the building and hit Tiffany square on the head, losing her balance completely as she fell down the stairs.

Silence that's all Justin could hear, he rushed downstairs, Tiffany was unconscious, instantly he stared panicking and performed all the first aid he could remember, he wrapped his jacket around her, calling desperately for attention. And for the first time he prayed, he prayed that Tiffany would be okay for Christmas, and all her troubles would be out of sight.

A/N Dun, dun, duh! Find out what happens tomorrow!

Thank you for the lovely reviews you guys are awesome c: It was really cool writing in Justin's POV. Whose POV shall I write in next?

Even though I think that Justin was using Tiffany I also think that he did care for her deeply. And Justin is annoyed at Lisa- how do you think he will react when he finds out she has been bullying Leo to do her homework?

Right-o let's get down to business (to defeat the Hans!) I have a lot of Christmas songs and only fourteen chapters left so vote for your favourites (if any are missing please add them in the reviews section) vote for as many as you like:

Step into Christmas.

Jingle Bell Rock

Do you hear what I hear.

O Christmas Tree

Happy Xmas (war is over)

O Holy Night

We need a little Christmas.

Merry Christmas Darling

You're a mean one Mr. Grinch.

God rest Ye merry Gentleman.

Hark the Herold Angel's sing.

The most wonderful time of the year.

Extraordinary merry Christmas.

Little drummer Boy.

White Christmas.

Blue Christmas.

I'll be home for Christmas

Stop the Cavalry

Fairytale of New York

Baby it's cold outside.

Driving home for Christmas

Last Christmas

Deck the halls.

Santa Claus is coming to town

Santa Baby

Sleigh Ride

Joy to the World.

I wish it could be Christmas everyday.

Merry Xmas everybody.

I believe in Father Christmas.

Lonely this Christmas.

Mary's boy child.

Merry Christmas Everyone.

Not tonight Santa.

Wonderful Christmastime.

Christmas Lights.

All I want for Christmas is you

Christmas Eve with you

Do they know it's Christmastime?

And last but not least what songs would you like me to use for the Christmas and Christmas eve chapters?