A/N: so be happy, two in one sitting. Hopefully when school goes back on Monday week, Lilipad3 will whip my arse into shape and I can get this done. Yes, this one is with Abby as Arthur. I know some of you don't really get it, but it's AU McAbby set in high school where Abby is a guy. If you're a homophobe or just don't like this kind of thing, either skip this drabble, or don't complain. If you're completely open to gay couples, enjoy :)

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Christmas 2

Tim wasn't sure about what he felt towards Arthur. The two were friends. Good friends. Great friends. Maybe even best friends. But he didn't know what the sparks that heat up his skin whenever they touched meant. He thought maybe, just maybe… he liked Arthur.

School was beginning to be a drag. Even the teachers were getting lazy. It was almost Christmas and the students thought the material the staff went over was somewhat redundant. A. they'd heard it all before, and B. they had better things to do than listen to stuffy, boring teachers droning on and on. Arthur shared the sentiments of the majority of the school. Tim, however, did not.

One cold afternoon, last period, math class, McGee was trying to concentrate on what the teacher was saying. He really was, but Arthur was making it nigh on impossible.

"Timmy…" He whined for what had to be the thousandth time, "Why won't you talk to me?"

"I'm trying to do my work…" Tim mumbled back, not that there was any point in being quiet; the classroom was nearly deafening in volume.

"Liar…" Arthur murmured in his ear, making the other boy sit up straighter, heart pounding in his chest, "You haven't done a single equation in over fifteen minutes."

Tim looked down at his paper in alarm. The dark haired boy was right. He couldn't even remember writing the last problem down. "Erm…"

"What's up Timmy?" Arthur scooted his desk closer to his friend's.

"Nothing…" he replied unconvincingly, looking out of the classroom's wide window, at the kids in the yard who had P.E. god he pitied them.

"That's bullshit and you know it Tim," Arthur sing-songed.

"I…" Tim paused, "I'll tell you after school… ok?"

"Yeah, sure thing Timmy, just so long as you tell me the truth." The taller boy reached out one hand – the fingernails on which were painted black – and squeezed Tim's knee softly.

The nerd had to bite his lip to hold back a squeak of surprise and look intensely at the grey sky outside to hide his blush, "… Of course."

The second the bell went, Tim gathered his things up, made a pit stop to his locker to put his books away before striding out of the school grounds, into the park barely a block away. He settled himself on his usual bench, pulling his coat around him tightly to guard against the harsh, freezing wind. He knew Arthur would be here any moment, and he also knew after fessing up, the other boy would most likely hate him.

After about five minutes Arthur dropped down next to him, the bench bending a little under their combined weight.

"You got here quickly…" Arthur commented quietly.

"And you got here slowly." Tim retorted dryly.

A small smile flickered across Arthur's face before he turned serious, and Tim had to think if he'd ever seen him so… unlike his usual bubbly self, "… What's up with you Timmy?"

"D…" Tim swallowed painfully, "Do you promise not to hate me?"

"What?" Arthur stared at him in shock.

"Answer the question please?"

"I… I could never hate you Tim… Honestly, I never could." Arthur's tone sounded so sincere and Tim had no choice but to believe him.

"I-i…" he paused again, "… I think I might… IthinkImightlikeyou…" the last words came out jumbled together in a complete mess.

"You might what?" Arthur tilted his head in confusion.

Tim took a deep breath to steady himself and repeated more slowly, his eyes closed tightly, "… I think I might like you…" by the time he finished, his voice was a whisper and he felt the blood rush to his face as he heard Arthur take a shaky breath.

"T-Timmy… look at me please…"

"No…" he couldn't bring himself to look up into Arthur's eyes and see the disgust that would surely be there. It would hurt too much. So when he felt the older boy's arms slip around him he was genuinely surprised, then slightly panicked. What if he wants to hurt me? He thought in a moment of fear, and then the arms around him tightened.

"… You're an idiot…" Arthur mumbled into his hair and Tim was forced to sit up and look at him. And when he did, he didn't see disgust in Arthur's dark eyes. He saw… He didn't know what it was.

"Y-you mean you don't… hate me?" Tim asked quietly, feeling his eyes well up and he mentally cursed himself for being such a girl.

"No. No Timmy. I don't hate you. I never could." Arthur wiped away a tear that had fallen from Tim's eyes, completely unbidden.

"Why? Everyone else does…" Tim's breath hitched a little at the gentle contact.

"Since when have I done what everyone else does?" Arthur smiled softly at him.

"N-never… but I don't get it…"

"Did you ever consider that maybe I like back?" At this Tim's eyes widened and he stared up at him.

"Y-you… you… huh?"

Smiling, Arthur leant forwards a little, close enough that Tim could inhale his scent; something that was the equivalent to his personality; something bright and filled with happiness. "I like you too Timmy…"

"W-why?" Tim couldn't believe what he was hearing, "A-are you insane?"

Arthur frowned, "Why? Because I think you're amazing. You're kind, and smart, and beautiful, and always just… there. As to your second question. Am I insane? Yes. Obviously. But that doesn't mean that I can't make up my own mind about things. And I like you Timmy. A lot…"

Tim just looked at him, not sure whether or not he should believe him. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, but no sound came out.

Arthur took this as an opportunity to lean in further and pressed his lips softly to Tim's.

Tim gasped in shock and froze, blinking when he saw the anxious look on Arthur's face as the other boy pulled back.

"Um…" Arthur scratched the back of his head nervously.

"Y-you mean it?" Tim asked almost silently.

"I mean it."

Tim smiled then; he felt completely and utterly carefree. He kissed Arthur again, their lips moving perfectly together.

Arthur pulled back after a few minutes to breathe and smiled fondly down at Tim, "Merry early Christmas Timmy…"

"Merry early Christmas."

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A/N: Warning you again; haters, kindly GTFO. I don't wanna hear it. Reviews (of the nice kind) would be lovely, and yet again, if you have any requests… **grabby hands** please?