"Merry Christmas," Ashley said proudly as she handed Spencer a Yorkshire terrier puppy.

"Oh, Ashley," Spencer cooed cradling the puppy in her arms. "He's the cutest thing I've ever seen, aw, and look he's so tiny."

The rocker smiled, "What are you gonna call him," she asked petting the eager puppy's head.

"Skittles," Spencer answered.

Ashley frowned amused, "Skittles? Really, Spencer?"

Spencer nodded, "Yes Skittles Carlin, it has a nice ring to it."

"Alright well then, welcome to the family Skittles," Ashley said taking the puppy's tiny paw and giving it a gentle formal shake.

The teen laughed and gave the brunette a tender kiss on the lips, "Thanks Ashley."

"You're welcome Angel," Ashley whispered against her lips. "I love-"

"Hey Ash," Eric interrupted walking up to the rocker.

Ashley glared at her pain in the ass, "Dude, you have the worst timing, ever!"

Eric shrugged with a smirk, "It's a gift I guess."

"More like a curse," the rocker muttered. "You better not be anywhere remotely near us during our honeymoon," Ashley joked.

Eric rolled his eyes with a smile, "Anyways, I came in here to tell you we're ready to exchange presents with you."

"Alright we'll be there," the rocker replied dismissing him.

"Ash," Spencer pouted. "I still feel bad about you not letting me get you anything."

"Spencer," Ashley sighed cupping the blonde's cheek. "I've told you already, you being here spending Christmas with me is the best gift anyone could ever get me," she brought their lips together in a warm kiss. "Now," She breathed out breaking the kiss. "Let's go, they're probably waiting for us."

The gathering around the tree included, surprisingly, Christine, the trouble makers with their girlfriends, Grandma, and a handful of Ashley's other relatives and friends. Everyone was pleasant and made Spencer feel welcome.

The teen had to admit it was fun watching Ashley open gifts.

"Oh, look just what I needed, another jewelry box," Ashley quipped, unwrapping the fourth one of the evening. This one though, was pretty tacky looking.

"Um," Kyla whispered to Spencer, "Is it just me or is that the ugliest jewelry box ever made in the history of jewelry box making?"

"Trust me Kyla, it's not just you," the blonde replied looking at the rainbow colored item. It looked a rotten fruit roll up.

Ashley eyed the crowd meticulously before her gaze fell on a blushing Eric. "Did you get me this Eric," she asked with a smirk.

"No," Eric stuttered embarrassed. "I didn't get you that Ash."

Ashley raised an eyebrow slyly, "On second thought, I don't think you got me this jewelry box Eric. It's got too much … taste to it. Wouldn't you agree Ryan?"

Ryan nodded catching on, "Definitely, there's no way Eric would pick something out this tasteful. It couldn't have been him."

"Its way to classy for Eric," Ashley agreed.

"Hey," Eric huffed. "I'm the one that got you damn thing!"

"Ah ha, so you admit it, you got me this," Ashley yelled triumphantly.

"Aright stop picking on him Ashley," Carl scolded. "We all know Eric has no sense of style."

Eric smiled, "Thank you Carol … wait hey!"

Although there were lots of jokes, Spencer sensed sadness in Ashley's look as their eyes met, and the blonde couldn't help recalling what the rocker had once said to her in Germany:

"Christmas will never be the same without my Dad."

"Oh look Ashley," Spencer said, trying to distract Ashley with a small, colorfully wrapped present. "Here's one more you forgot to open."

It was the blonde's own gift to the rocker. Despite what Ashley had said, she still got a gift for her. Spencer held her breath as the brunette unwrapped it.

Ashley opened the delicately carved wooden box, a little angel custom dressed in punk attire popped up and began to play 'Let it be me'. The song Ashley had sang to her the first day they had met.

"I love it Angel," the rocker whispered giving her girlfriend a gentle kiss.

When Spencer saw a twinkle spark within Ashley's eyes she vowed right then that she would make it her lifelong goal to always make the brunette this happy.

After Christmas, the following week, the group did something exciting every night, usually beginning after midnight. Sometimes they would have horror movie nights in the home theatre, or other times Ashley would rent an entire roller skating rink.

Spencer was busy lacing up her skates when Rick and Danny came up to her.

"So, Spence, do you know how to skate," Carrot Top asked.

"Of course," the blonde answered.

"Yeah but, do you really know how to skate," Rick persisted.

Spencer stared at them in confusion but she got the message real fast when she saw a box of knee pads being passed around.

"Why do we um … need knee pads," the teen asked Kyla.

"Because, this isn't gonna be your ordinary 'skate around the rink to organ music' skating," the short brunette answered with smile.

"Yeah," Chelsea agreed. "The idea here is to keep your bones intact."

Spencer gulped nervously. She wobbled onto the rink only to wobble off. She wasn't about to stay on that floor after seeing the determined looks on the other skaters' faces. They made the Roller Derby look mild. From the sideline, she watched them rounding the rink, adjusting their jackets and shirts so they weren't too tight and checking that their arms and legs were securely padded.

Then Ashley skated into their midst, calling out, "Okay, everybody. Clear the sidelines. I don't want anybody hurt over there. Spencer, get on the other side with Susan. The rest of you, get your asses somewhere else," she joked earning laughs from everybody. "Okay, let's go!"

About twenty five skaters locked hands, forming what they called a whip. Skating side by side, they began circling the rink, building up speed. The object of the game was to remain intact at speeds of over ten miles per hour. It could be very dangerous if you were to lose your balance or if you were at the tail end, when, by turning quickly, they all 'cracked the whip'.

There were a lot of falls, but despite the danger, Ashley seemed to know exactly what she was doing. Spencer noticed that whenever someone was hurt, the brunette was the first to see if they were all right and to decide if they should continue to play.

"Happy New Years," everyone shouted.

Ryan had rented a Club for the evening and had invited at least two hundred people including the band's friends, the presidents and other members of the band's fan clubs.

"Okay its tradition time!" Eric shouted bringing a tray of vodka shots over to their table. "Alright everybody grab four shots!" He instructed as everybody did so.

Spencer eyed the shots uncertain. Ashley placed her hand on the blonde's shoulder, "Spence, you don't have to if you don't want-"

"It's tradition she has to," Eric slurred.

The rocker shook her head ready to protest but Spencer stopped her, "Its fine Ashley, I think I can handle it." She said picking up four shot glasses. She timidly sniffed one glass jerking back her head at the strong scent.

"How about you only do two," Ashley reprimanded.

"Everybody ready," Eric asked. He received nods in reply. "Go!"

The whole gang, Spencer included, all downed their shots. As the night progressed everyone was either stone cold drunk or buzzing out of their minds.

Ashley staggered over to her girlfriend and held her close, "Spencwer, I … I don't wants you to goes … back. No! You're staying … you're staying here! I want my Angel here! We'll call your parents in the morning … and tell them," she slurred.

Spencer laughed in response. Ashley pouted, "I mean it … I will … I will … call the Captain and beees likes … hey captain crunch! I'm takings mine woman," she muttered burying her face in Spencer's neck placing light kisses there. "My sexy woman."

The blonde was in such a state of ecstasy she had no idea what was going on. Spencer nodded and brought the brunette into a heated kissed. Ashley happily recuperated the kiss and moaned bringing their body's closer tighter. Their tongues glided happily against each other as the kiss became deeper.

"Let's go home," Ashley whispered into the kiss.

Once in the bedroom Ashley collapsed on top Spencer as their limbs became entangled. They broke their kiss briefly to remove their clothes leaving them only in their underwear. Ashley planted kisses down Spencer's neck, lightly nibbling at the overheated skin. Moans escaped their lips as they both slowly began to rock against each other.

"Ash," Spencer breathed out scraping her nails down the brunette's back. This only seemed to turn the rocker on even more as her hip thrusts became more feverish.

"I'm so close," Ashley chanted as she picked up speed.

The ecstasy was short lived however when the couple jumped from a loud bang that sounded outside the bedroom door.

"Shit," the rocker hissed falling off the bed drunkenly.

A muffled 'sorry' was heard from the other side.

"Kyla was that you," Ashley laughed.

"I ran into the door," her sister replied just as drunk. "I used to … to be able to walk … through doors Assssssley, what happened!"

"I don't know Ky," Ashley yelled climbing back onto the bed next to Spencer.

"Kyla can walk through walls," Spencer asked in excitement.

"Yep," Ashley confirmed with a childish nod. The she brought a finger up to her lips and whispered, "But, it's a … sssssecret no…. nobody knows, you can't smell um tell anybody okays, shhhhhhh."

"Shhhhhhh," Spencer repeated. "Do you haves a super power Ass," she giggled. "I means Ashley?"

"Uh huh," the rocker answered proudly. "I can fly," and with that she passed out.

Spencer pouted, "I wish I had cool super powers," she whined before she cuddled close to Ashley and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.