I forgot to say some element, songs, tv character's ect. weren't around when this was to take place or even written, but I updated stuff a liitle.

Happy Holidays. In fact it's Christmas Eve. I feel perhaps (for once) a bit of Christmas magic has been in my favor this season. Things have gone surprisingly well these past few months. Especailly because I'm going home today. I pull into the driveway at about 6 pm, riding with Barbra. How I have missed my house! I thank Barbra, wishing her Merry Christmas and head up to the front door. A lot of relatives and friends are here. Everyone (almost) hugs me and tells me how much they missed me, even though I don't think they really care. I don't get much affection from my father. Which does not bother me as much as it used to. It is going to take a long time for me to look at him the way I did when I was a little girl. I notice the Bedsons are there as well. 'Great' I think. i am sitting by the fireplace, listening to everyone bullshit, when mom asks me,"Heather, honey can you go get those eggnog drinks I have in the refrigerater?" (the ones with the alcohol in them) Everyone will end up staying the night because they will be to drunk to drive home. Oh well, as long as they don't bother me.

I get the drinks from the refrigerater and dicover Brandon standing in the archway of the kitchen. Ignoring him I try to pass, but the doesn't let you by. 'Damnit mom!' I think looking up. Sure enough, there it is. My mom puts fucking misletoe in every damn doorway of the house. I determined not to kiss him, but somehow I slip into it anyway. I break away and rush off to bring the drinks to everyone. Once it hits about 11 pm the get together is getting a little to outragous for the occassion. I step outside in the crisp, December chill to get way from it for a second. I sit down on the front door step. It feels nice to have my own door at my back. I look up into the dark stary sky, feel better than I have in a while. Unoddly enough, in mere seconds, there is Brandon, right beside me. After a few moments to silence he utters, "Chilly."

"Yes." is all I respond.

"Heather why don't you like me?" he asks. Silent I give a shrug with my shoulder. 'I don't know' I think 'maybe it's because you're an egotistical, arrogant jock? But, then again so was...Kevin'

"Why would I like you? I see you everyday with those girls, talking about me."

"No I don't." I can't read that statement as true or false. "Heather, you've hever even given me a chance. I'm more than what I seem like on the outside. I though you would understand that." I look down to the ground, rolling a rock around under my shoe. Brandon puts his arm around me and kisses me again. I am not sure what to think or do, so I just let it happen. Like I am numb to it all. He kisses me again and a thought strikes me:'He kisses like a staving chihuahua.'

Afterwards I half smile at him "I'm tired." I get up and go inside. I swipe one of mom's eggnog drinks to help me sleep better. (Even though I hate eggnog.) I go upstairs. Opening the door to my room, which I haven't been in in months. Apparently niether has anyone else. The pieces of the shredded photo, frome the day I left, are still on the floor. I grab the trash can and quickly pick up the pieces. I look in my drawer for some pjs. I even have Christmas ones, with Grumpy Bear in a santa hat. I fall into bed, eager to see what Christmas brings in the morning.

I awaken before 6am, hearing the little kids screaming about presents. Everyone gathers in the family room. The gifts are piled up in mountains. (They are a lot of people) The door bell rings and I rush to answer it. "Hey Rev. Hi, Mr. and Mrs. Nickson. Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas." I hug Reves.

For Christmas I got a new IPhone to replace I old one and some new Tripp pants and stuff like that. Later, after dinner Revesand I, watch the classic, Nightmare Before Christmas, upstairs in the tv room. I even let Branddon and Brittany watch with us. (even though they stare at Rev and me while we sing all the songs.) When the movie is over, Reves goes downstairs to get some candy or something. Brittany is off in the bathroom. Brandon moves closer. He lays some kisses on me. To my surprise I find yourself making out with Brandon. However, when he trys to touch my breast, I bring it to a hault. I tell him I don't allow ANYONE to touch my like that. Brandon has become like my unoffical boyfriend, though.