December Twenty Fifth
Christmas
Beck's family has always been tight knit. He grew up in the type of family that would wake up at five in the morning to open presents on Christmas.
That's why it's a habit of his, he guesses, to wake up so early every Christmas morning. Jade on the other hand would gladly sleep till noon, so they're pretty much opposites.
Beck checks his pearphone to find it's only three in the morning. He groans, and stands up to stretch , sneaking down the hall to the room Jade's sleeping in.
He studies the sleeping girl, imagining how each piece of jewelry he got her will look on her, beautiful of course. He wonders what she got him but quickly realizes he actually doesn't care because just having her as his girlfriend again after what a jerk he was is probably the best present he'd ever received. And that says a lot considering he got a car for his sixteenth birthday.
"Beeccckkk," He hears Jade sigh, half amused, half annoyed. She had opened her tired eyes for a second only to find her boyfriend awake by her bed.
"I couldn't sleep," Beck complains, his voice sounding like a small child. Jade rolls her eyes, inviting him to lie down next to her.
He does, of course.
She fits in his arms perfectly, and snuggles in closer to him (Not that she'll ever admit to doing that).
Beck loves feeling her breaths against him, reminding himself that she's here. He had to spend ten months without her.
Spending Christmas together is the best present for both of them.