Today, my young readers who reacted wonderfully to my change in shipping, I was reading through my reviews and I realized there were a couple people who normally posted very often stopped. Now, to be honest with you I love my new readers but I also love my readers who were here with me from the beginning! So guys if you are unhappy with the new change in plot, please please please tell me.

CHRISTMAS EDITION :3333333

I shoved another piece of popcorn in my mouth. Fang reached his hand into the bucket to feel emptiness. He turned and looked at me, his eyes looking darker then ever. Almost angry.
"You. You bitch! How dare you?" He yelled.
"What?... Its just... Its just popcorn! I'll go buy you some more!" I exclaimed, terrified as his eyes flashed a deep red in front of me.
He stared, slack jawed at me and tossed the popcorn away, "You know that is not what this is about! It's about you still having feelings for him!"

My mind instantly new he meant Sam. "No!" I out bursted, "No I don't!"

I watched as he turned into Jeb, holding a gun, he spun around to the back of the movie theater we sat in.
"So you wouldn't mind if I did this?" He pulled the trigger. Suddenly, we were in school again and I was crying out, lying over Sam's dead body. It hurt like never before. Only when I looked down did I realize why it hurt more, because there lay Fang crumpled in a heap, a bullet through his chest.

"NO! Fang! Not like this you don't!" I woke up to my own screaming.

Panting, I lie in bed. I was hoping to find it was morning but awoke to darkness and fear.

What if Jeb did come? What would I do? I thought.

I reached my hand behind my head and felt the huge knot on the back of my head. Yup. Crap. Just what I needed to start off my day. I was too scared. I couldn't go back to sleep. Everytime I closed my eyes the visions of what I had saw bounced between my eyes, I began to shake with fear. Suddenly, I heard a tapping sound on the window, a scream escaped my mouth. It began getting repetitive. With the biggest fear in my life, I stood up and looked out my window, almost crying.

There stood Sam, chucking stones. At 2 in the morning.
I slowly slid the window open, then climbed out and sat on the ledge of the window.
"Hi." He smiled, tossing another rock which I caught and through back down at him, furiously.
"I take that as a hello." His grin still lying on his face.
"What do you want?" I muttered, almost inaudible from his length away.
"To talk to you."
"About what now, how I am not good enough for you?" I asked, "You know. I was testing you. I wanted to see your reaction if I showed up, no make up, no trying and you failed Sam. You failed enormously."
"Wha-... I was taken by surprise."
"Your even more of an asshole then Fang was! At least he tried to ask for forgiveness! Then there's you! I thought...I thought I did love you! And... I spin around and your talking about doing it with some other girl. So not only is that, um, offensive towards me, but shows me that your a manhoe!"
"I'm sorry!" Sam yelled, almost angry.
"I'm not!" I shouted back, stepping back into my room and slamming the window. I was done. Sam had done it. He had said the one thing that ruined me. That ruined him... That ruined our relationship.

I lied down on the couch after that, my eyes stinging from tiredness. I couldn't sleep though. Those visions would come back. I can't stand it.
Suddenly, I heard a thump and Ella screamed. I got off the couch and raced upstairs, suddenly awoken and full of adrenaline.
"Ella?" I called, bursting into her room. She lied on her bed in pink pajamas, looking at her computer. She was giggling.
"Toms just released a new pair of heels!" I stared at her, then sat down on her bed.
"What was that noise... A minute ago?" I asked.
Ella waved her hand as if she was trying to say "Forget about it.".
"Ella. What. Was. That. Sound?" I asked again.
"I don't know," She shook her head, "It was part of my scream, it came outside my window, but it didn't really scare me."
I leaned over and looked outside her window to see nothing there, so I shrugged it off. I was being paranoid. I lied down next to Ella and talked to her until I ended up passing out on her bed.

I woke up the next day. It was a Saturday. Great. I walked down stairs, out of Ella's room at the sound of the doorbell.
"I'll get it!" Ella called.
"Kay..." I quietly walked down stairs.
"Hey Ells!" I heard a happy voice.
"Hey Dyyyyyylss... No it doesn't work, hey Dylan." She laughed.
"Merry Christmas Eve!" They both said to each other.

I tiredly made my way across their path and made myself some coffee. I looked up and over to Dylan. Never before had I realized what he looked like. He was my age, tall and muscular. He had the same colour eyes and hair as I did. It was strange, but I felt like he'd be pretty protective over her.

"Hey Max." He smiled.
"Hi Dyls." I laughed, almost falling out of my seat at our bar counter.
"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up."
I began to choke on my coffee, and coughed violently. This got a stir of chuckles and giggles out of them.
"Oh yes, laugh at the dying girl, why don't we?" I mimicked.
Our door all of a sudden opened wide and there was a tall, dark, and handsome boy standing there.
"Maxy I'm ho-ome!" He called.
Fang carried a small package in his arm. Oh, crap! I forgot his gift upstairs. In my room. I was way too scared to go back up there. I made a small tug on Ella's sleeve.
"Ella," I whispered into her ear, "I'm going to tell you the wimpiest thing ever. I left Fang's present upstairs and I'm too scared to go up there alone and get it."
She gave me a questioning look. I leaned over to her ear again and whispered, "My dream last night."
"O-Oh!" She exclaimed. She then looked at me then Fang, silently suggesting. I shook my head. She suggested again, and again I shook my head, "Hey Fang, will you take Max upstairs for me?" Ella asked. As we were walking upstairs I twisted my arm behind my head, so Fang wouldn't see, and gave Ella the finger.
We reached the top of the stairs and walked into my room.
"So... What we looking for?" Fang asked.
"My dignity..." I sighed, then I spotted the present. I picked it up and was talking to him about last night.
"So that's why I escorted you upstairs-"
"And why were looking for my dignity..." I heaved.
"So is that all that scared you?" Fang questioned.
"No, Sam was throwing rocks at my window, I woke up to that and I was terrified." I watched as I saw something in Fang's eyes.
"Huh, he's becoming past me."
"Indeed he is..." We laughed then walked downstairs.

"Max!" Ella screamed.
"Ella- What is it?" I stumbled down the rest of the stairs then chased after the sound of the voice.
"I know what that sound we heard last night was." Ella yelled.
I found that she was outside, and there lay a crumpled man dressed up as Santa, booze in hand and presents were- Oh. Gross.
"Um, Ella. Don't touch Santa's sack." I shook my head.
I then slowly shifted the head so I could see it.
"Oh my God." A barely audible shriek escaped my mouth. "Everything... Oh God..." I started heaving, trying to breathe.
"Call the cops," I said, grasping reality, "Call the cops!"
As I was in no state to make the call, I listened as Fang did. Within minutes the police arrived. They all quickly ran in. He began to sit up as the wrapped the handcuffs around his wrists.
"Hoe. Hoe. Hoe, Max." He laughed, making gestures as if to emphasize the word 'hoe'.
"Keep moving sleeze bag!" I sneered.
I watched as he was shoved into the back seat of the cop car.
"This Christmas is ruined," I shuddered into Fang's shoulder, who soothingly wrapped his arms around me. He rubbed his hand up and down my back trying to calm me. Ella stared, confused as to what the freak about the man was.
"That..." I turned to Ella, taking a hard breath, "Was Jeb..."
"Oh... Oh Max!" Ella exclaimed, hugging me.
We all pulled away and walked inside, Ella made a call to my mom to explain the situation. My mom then told her she was trying to get off work.
"Max, if your Christmas is going to be bad, then open your present now," Fang smiled, "atleast your Christmas Eve doesn't have to be bad."
I reached over and began to open the package. It had small holes poked in the top. Suddenly, the box moved and I let out a shriek.
"It moved!" I cried out.
"Oh, thank God." Fang breathed, "I was scared it died."
"Wait... What?" I asked, I removed the package to see a small dog.
There were escapes of "Awww!" And "AAH!" and "How frickin' cute?!".
"It's a Yorkie mixed with Maltese!"
"What should we name her?" I asked, almost checking the gender.
"Hope," He chuckled.
"Why?" I asked.
"Because here's hoping your Christmas is great."

I wish you the same as what Fang just said. Have a great Christmas! Its funny how quick a dog can change the mood of a story.