It was the holiday season. Everyone was in the Christmas spirit...which meant Kit, Jacques, and Lemony got the absolute pleasure of explaining to people over and over again why they didn't celebrate Christmas.

"Are you going to get your new beau something for Christmas?" Winnie asked with a smirk.

"Well seeing as how I don't celebrate it..." Kit teased.

"Oh that's right!" Winnie said, burying her face into her hands, "I'm sorry guys. I've been your friends for so long and I still forget every year. My family and I are REALLY Catholic, so we get into it every year."

"Don't worry about it, Winnie," Jacques reassured with a smile, "your family is really nice, even if they do subtly think we're heathens."

"Of course," Lemony agreed sarcastically, but still kindly, "we thoroughly enjoyed the kind, two hour lesson as to why Jesus was the messiah and all the evidence that proves it."

"Evidence which she made sure to describe in detail," Kit added, laughing.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry about that guys," Winnie moaned in embarrassment, "she's just...excited about her faith."

"No hard feelings, Winnie," Jacques answered, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, "we have these same debates amongst the three of us all the time."

"You do?" Olivia asked curiously, peaking her head from around the giant present she was wrapping.

"Yeah, all the time," Kit chuckled, "I'm Reform, Jacques is actually kinda Messianic, at least a little bit anyways, and Lemony is more Orthodox."

"Cool..." Winnie said smiling, "...I have no idea what any of those mean, but it sounds pretty cool!"

"They're all just different branches and interpretations of the practices and the Torah...and in Jacques' case, on occasion, the Bible as well," Kit explained.

"Oh okay, cool. That makes sense..." Olivia said.

"It's really complicated so we try not to drag you guys in it," she chuckled, "if you forget we're Jewish every time Christmas rolls around, we wouldn't dare try and have you remember all the denominations and what they believe and shit."

"We appreciate your leniency," Winnie commented, snickering.

"You know...you still could get Olaf a present, even if it is a small one," Olivia suggested with a smirk.

"I still can't believe you're with that asshole," Beatrice mumbled angrily under her breath.

"Are you guys like...actually officially dating now?" Olivia asked, eyebrow raised in interest.

"I mean...no...not technically," Kit sighed, "before we were fighting and hooking up, but recently...we've actually been shy around each other. I haven't seen him all that much and every time we're together it's awkward...like both of us want to say something, but neither of us can get ourselves together to do it. It's all so...confusing and I don't want it to be."

"Olaf Johnson?! Being shy?!" Olivia teased, "hell has just frozen over."

"Yeah yeah," Kit laughed, "he kinda unloaded some pent of feelings he had for me the other week. He told me all these things he'd been feelings and experiencing while we've been together...I guess he just, isn't used to doing that."

"Don't forget to mention the part where I had to drive you to a drug store to get a Plan B," Beatrice interjected, frowning.

"Woah, what?!" Winnie exclaimed.

"Details please!" Olivia said in shock.

"Well first of all, thank you Beatrice so much for telling everyone," Kit said sarcastically, "and second of all...it's-its not a big deal, okay?"

"Not a big deal?!" Lemony shouted, "you could've gotten pregnant! How come I didn't know about this?!"

"Because it wasn't exactly my plan to tell everyone everything," Kit replied, shooting Beatrice an annoyed glare.

"Lemony does kinda have a point Kit..." Winnie admitted sadly.

"Oh gosh, it's fine guys! I promise!" Kit sighed exasperatedly, "Olaf and I just...we had a moment, okay? We were...somewhere else when we were doing it. We had a connection in a different way that day and it kinda took over both of our senses, but it's nothing important. It's not like we've used protection before either..."

"What?! Beatrice exclaimed, "you mean to tell me, this entire time you and Olaf were...doing you know what, you weren't even using protection!"

"I know it looks bad but...I don't know...I guess I just...trusted him, a-and I wasn't thinking I know-" Kit tried to explain.

"You trusted him?! Olaf Johnson, the biggest man slut who's probably slept with over half the girls in our school?!" Beatrice retorted.

"Guys! I know we've all been kinda tense lately," Jacques said, trying to calm the situation down, "but please just try and hear Kit out, okay?"

"Thank you, Jacques," Kit sighed, "I know I was stupid to do it without protection, okay? My OBGYN always says I'm extremely fertile so it's almost a miracle that I didn't end up pregnant. Plus...as Beatrice pointed out...Olaf is not exactly a saint and I doubt he keeps up with his own...reproductive health. BUT, this isn't just about my safety. You guys have to understand that Olaf and I are..."

"A couple?" Winnie asked hopefully.

"Well...I mean..."

"Friends with benefits?..." Olivia asked, trying to lead Kit to a good answer.

"Not really...i think we're more than that now..." Kit answered, although still not sure of herself.

"Wait...so you're really actually dating him?" Beatrice asked in shock.

"I just...Ugh...I guess it can't count as dating because we haven't really talked things out yet. We've been acting like a couple, a really shy and confused couple, but still a couple. I just...I don't know where we stand really. And I think he's been avoiding me lately and I don't know why..." Kit said.

"You don't think he's like...cheating on you or anything...do you?" Winnie asked nervously.

"No. It hasn't really been guilty avoidance," Kit explained, "its more like shy, and maybe slightly secretive, avoidance."

"I still don't trust him," Lemony sighed, "but...if this is what you wanna do sis, I won't stop you."

"Really? You're okay with this?!" Beatrice asked him, eyebrow raised.

"Well, whether I'm okay with it or not, she'll still do it anyways. I might as well accept it now," Lemony said shrugging.

"You're the best, Lem," Kit said smiling and wrapping her arms around her little brother.

"Hey guys, Georgina just told me the Christmas party and gift exchange just started," Olivia said, looking excited as she re entered the room.

"Yes! Finally! I've been waiting all day to give Ernest his gift!" Winnie cheered.

"Ernest?!" Beatrice gasped, sounding very disappointed, "great...now I'm losing both of you!"

"You're not losing us, Bea. We loooove you!" Winnie said, wrapping her arms around Beatrice and directing Kit to join in.

Beatrice let out a long sigh as she was engulfed in her friends' arms.

"Let's go exchange some gifts guys," Olivia said, waving the group along.

"I really don't feel like explaining to people why we don't have presents..." Lemony chuckled, shaking his head.

"Me too," Kit agreed smiling.

"You guys wanna convert to Christianity for a couple hours?" Jacques suggested with a laugh, "we can repent when we get home."

"Sure," Kit agreed giggling.

"Why not?" Lemony snickered, "as long as we're back to Judaism before sundown, I'm good."

"Sounds like a plan," Jacques said smiling, shrugging his shoulders, ", Christ is the way."

"Praise Jesus," the other two joked.

Kit carried her plate to Ms. Bridget's homeroom eagerly. She didn't think she would actually enjoy herself this much at a Christmas party. Even though she didn't celebrate for religious reasons, at least that is, she still enjoyed the community that it brought together. Everyone in the school, who was either always busy or at each other's throats, seemed to fall get along and even enjoy each other's company.

Situations like this were rare at Prufrock Preparatory School...and in VFD in general.

Kit pushed the door to the room open with her foot, surveying its occupants as she walked in.

Winnie was sitting on Ernest's lap, blush present on her cheeks. The present she'd gotten him was sitting on the table next to the box.

It was a play book, with his name on the cover, to help him keep track with his gambling business. And judging by the look on his face, Ernest was definitely happy to get it.

Kit was impressed herself. She wasn't even sure if Winnie knew about Ernest's "borderline illegal" side business. She herself wouldn't have even known if Olaf hadn't told her.

She smiled. Winnie and Ernest made a lovely couple.

A stable couple...unlike her and Olaf...sadly.

Speaking of couples, Beatrice and Lemony say together eating cake and discussing a chapter in some book they were reading.

The two looked genuinely happy.

Their relationship had been on the rocks since Greta's slumber party. Beatrice knew Lemony probably heard her in the closet with Kevin, but they'd never address the situation. They'd just let things be awkward and strained, letting time hopefully do the healing.

Beatrice had confided in Kit that she and Kevin hadn't technically slept together. They'd gone into the closet and Beatrice was stubborn and refused to do anything. Kevin joked and said that all her uprightness would drain out of her if she had a good orgasm.

One thing led to another and she'd let him finger her. Even though she seemed happy and highly afterwards, mainly because she reluctantly admitted that Kevin had been right, she still felt bad about what she'd done.

She didn't want to try and defend herself to Lemony since she knew she'd been in the wrong. Trying to convince him that fingering was as bad as actually fucking would only make her look worse.

Kit was glad their relationship had healed though. The awkward tension between the two had had its strain on the entire friends group. She, Olivia, Winnie, and Jacques had had to sit through many moments of high tension.

It hadn't been fun.

Kit peaked over and saw none other than Emily kissing Bertrand Baudelaire, she'd made her way over to them quickly.

"Slow down you too," she joked, "save some air for the rest of us."

"No can do, m'lady," Bertrand chuckled, wrapping his arms around Emily's small frame.

"You guys will just have to live off the spare oxygen," Emily teased, resting her head on his shoulder.

"I'll try but..." Kit said, pretending to struggle for air, "I-it's ... getting ... hard ..."

"No Kit, you can't die on Christmas!" Emily said smiling, "although now that I think about it...you don't celebrate it, do you?"

"I am today," Kit explained, "Jacques, Lemony, and I agreed to be Christian for like 3 hours and then we're gonna repent and re convert after we get home."

"Haha! Sounds cool!" Emily giggled.

"That's a fantastic idea!" Bertrand laughed, struggling for air himself, "I'll keep that in mind for myself next year."

"So...have you seen you know who lately?" Emily asked curiously.

"No," Kit admittedly sadly, "He's been kinda distantly lately."

"Well I wouldn't worry if I were you, Ms. Johnson," Bertrand teased.

"Haha, very funny...I'm not Mrs. Johnson," Kit said smiling.

"That's What he's been calling you when he's around us," Emily explained with a chuckle.

"He has?!...that asshole," Kit giggled.

"Yeah, I honestly can't believe he's avoiding you again though," Emily sighed.

"Me too," Kit said sadly, "I'm starting to get the feeling he doesn't want to see me anymore."

"Now, what would give you such a crazy idea like that?" A voice announced from the door.

Everyone in the room turned to look at Olaf who was carrying a wide grin on his face as well as balloons, a stuffed reindeer, and a HUGE present.

Kit's eyes widened in shock and amazement. She couldn't believe it.

"Awwww!" The class purred in unison.

Olaf smirked at her, watching as she slowly made her way over to hug him.

"Olaf, h-how...why...when did you-" she stuttered.

"I've been getting this shit together all week," he explained, handing her the stuffed reindeer, "I was trying to be secretive so you wouldn't know, but apparently that made you think I just don't want to see you."

"I'm sorry," she sighed, blushing, "I just...you know...we tend to have issues sometimes..."

"We used to. But we're fine now, okay?" He asked, smiling and raising an eyebrow.

"Okay," she replied returning the grin.

She stood up on her toes and connected their lips.

"Well since you seem to be one who likes public display of affection, am I required to open the present in front of everyone too?" Kit asked.

Olaf began snickering, a wide smirk crawling onto his face.

"I mean...you can if you want to..." he chuckled, "I'd love to see everyone's reactions."

"Olaf...what's in that box?" Kit asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

"If you wanna know, open it," he suggested, the smirk on his face growing wider.

"It's something sexual, isn't it?" Kit asked accusingly.

"No shit, Sherlock," Olaf laughed.

Kit folded her arms, teasing him playfully, and turned to walk out the door, bumping into someone as she did.

Esme.

"Oh my god, Esme I'm so sorry," Kit apologized, trying to sound sincere, although the fakeness in her voice gave her away.

"Yeah whatever," Esme grumbled, looking disapprovingly between Kit and Olaf.

"Glad to see your hair is growing back," Kit commented, unable to hide her smirk.

Esme narrowed her eyes angrily. Kit and Olaf were proud of themselves for the prank they'd come up with after leaving the store.

They'd made a quick solution, Olaf cleverly named Bitchicide, mixed with hydrogen peroxide, vinegar, and a couple more things Olaf wouldn't tell Kit, and their plan was set. Kit pretended to trip in the cafeteria, pouring the contents on to Esme's Head. After a long fuss and lecture from Esme, Kit was able to watch in amusement and triumph as Esme tried to wipe the solution off her hair.

Kit smiled to herself, remembering when Esme saw the first clump of her hair fall out. She hadn't been able to hold in her laugh, watching Esme pull out more and more and eventually scream.

She'd come to school with a pixie cut the next day, bald spots still visible. She was livid...but she knew she'd lost.

Kit had won and Olaf had helped. He'd fucked her hard that day.

"Yes well I'm glad to see it growing back too, Ms. Snicket," Esme said slowly, clearly trying not to let her anger burst out.

"Mrs. Johnson," Olaf corrected.

"I'm not your wife..." Kit said blushing shyly.

Olaf didn't reply right away, causing Kit to turn back around to face Esme, although she swore she heard him mumble "not yet" when she did.

"Have you taken a test yet?" Olaf whispered into her ear.

It took Kit a minute to understand what he meant.

"No I haven't, but I know I'm not. I got my period last week," she lied.

Olaf raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk present on his lips.

She hadn't gotten it. And Olaf probably knew that. They'd had sex pretty much every week since. She was t worried, yet. There was still a chance for it to come on this week without their being a problem. She couldn't tell him about the Plan B. She knew it would hurt him and she didn't want to see him sad. Sad Olaf was definitely not a fun one.

She was determined to stay safe this time. Beatrice took her to get birth control and hopefully she'd be able to take it and hide in from Olaf.

"You two sick weirdos wouldn't exactly make the best parents," Esme said, her voice sounded sweet although her words hadn't been.

"And why is that exactly?" Kit asked, fake sweetness of her own.

"Imagine your kid coming him and he sees his whore of a mother tied to the bed and getting whipped," Esme chuckled cruelly, "it would scar the little fucker for life."

Kit felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She didn't realize how many people knew what she and Olaf's...preferences...were. She looked around the room, wondering if everyone was looking at her weird. She was too embarrassed.

Kit tried to push past Esme, but Olaf grabbed her arm before she could leave.

"Well at least she'll even have the chance to be a mother," Olaf retorted, "You couldn't do it, even if you wanted to, because that requires someone actually deciding to fuck you. Like someone would have to actually find you attractive and then willingly having sex with you. That's a lot to ask someone."

Esme frowned, crossing her arms angrily, and glared at the two.

"Come on, Olaf, don't be so hard on her," Jacques said, entering their conversation, "I think Esme looks very nice."

Esme's eyes perked up in shock. She eyed Jacques flirtatiously.

"You do?" She asked innocently, battering her eyelashes

"Of course," Jacques flirted back, smirking down at the girl, "I could just look at your adorable little face all the time, every day."

"Be careful there you," she warned teasingly, "you're entering dangerous territory. There's been a decline in Snicket virginities lately and I feel tempted to cause even more panic in the crisis."

Kit scowled at the girl.

"Who said I was one?" Jacques asked with a smirk.

"Call me later," Esme ordered, smirking at him as she placed a kiss on his cheek and left to go stalk with Katie and Sianne.

"Don't do it, dude. You don't wanna deal with her, trust me I know," Olaf warned with a sigh.

"I choose to believe she's actually not that bad," Jacques said shrugging, "I think it's an act sometimes. If I'm nice enough to her, I think she'll crack."

"You have fun with that then," Olaf sighed.

"Jacques, if you wanna impress her, you should get her a Christmas present. You've got about 2 hours left before you have to convert back so I'd hurry if I were you," Kit suggested, chuckling.

"You're right, I should," Jacques agreed with a smile, pushing past the couple and jogging out the door.

"So...do you want to do something together?" Kit asked awkwardly, blushing as he chuckled st her.

"Sure. I'll try and think of something, but first let me get something from my locker," he said, holding her hand and pulling her with him as he walked.

"Olaf, can I ask you something?" Kit asked.

"You just did," he said, snickering at his own wit.

"I'm serious," Kit said, rolling her eyes and smiling, "do you think we should have a conversation...about how we feel?"

"A conversation?..." he asked, wanting more detail.

"Like where we just...open up to each other, I guess," Kit suggested nervously. Even though they were...whatever they were...she still was often intimidated by him.

"...why?" Olaf asked slowly, clearly trying to come up with a reason not to do it, "we've already done that, right?..."

"If you're taking about that day in the car," Kit began, "t-that doesn't really count. We'd just had sex and almost made a baby together. We would've said anything then. I want to actually talk about it."

"...we don't need to," Olaf said, visibly tensing up, "...talking makes everything terrible between us."

"No it doesn't. If anything, it makes things better," Kit mumbled in reply, "we always have problems when we don't talk."

Olaf shut his locker and look down at her, smiling to himself as she squirmed awkwardly. He shuffled towards her, backing her into the lockers and attacking her lips.

"Hmm..." Kit moaned in surprised.

"Good girl..." he groaned in approval, "tell me you love me baby..."

"I love you...," Kit breathed in between kisses.

"You're fucking mine...you belong to me," he groaned again, pushing his body further up against hers.

Olaf didn't hear her protest anymore, hoping he'd won and wouldn't have to talk to her about his feelings. He just couldn't do it. If he told her, he'd be vulnerable to her. She'd probably judge him and he knew he couldn't deal with her disapproval. He loved her too much to have her hate him for the things he'd done. He couldn't tell her...not yet.

"Save some air for the rest of us," Emily said with a smirk, walking up behind the two.

Kit tried to disconnect herself from Olaf, who was completely fine with ignoring Emily and continuing.

"Between the four of us, the school will be suffocating," Kit giggled, squirming her away from him.

She could see Olaf frowning down at her.

"Bertrand and I are having hot chocolate in homeroom, do you guys want to join us?" She asked interestedly.

Kit looked over at Olaf, batting her eyelashes seductively and running her fingers over his chest. She knew he was still upset from having to stop kissing her.

"Please...will get hot chocolate with me?" she asked in a babyish voice.

"What's in it for me?" He asked, smirk on his face.

"Well if you're nice..." Kit began, lowering her hands below his belt, "we can take home some extra whip cream and...play later."

"Oh gosh, TMI!" Emily said cringing and covering her ears.

"Don't be jealous, Em," Olaf said smirking and wrapping an arm around a blushing Kit, "besides...you shut be used to this. Remember, I know Bertrand too..."

Emily folded her arms and rolled her eyes. Olaf felt triumphant.

"Just come on, you two," Emily sighed, waving the couple to follow her.

"You know I've never actually had hot chocolate," Kit admitted.

The two were cuddled together in the back of the classroom, cups in hand.

"Seriously?! It's like a childhood necessity for every kid who isn't diabetic or something...!" Olaf said.

"My mom just...never let us have it," Kit sighed, "She used to tell us many different reasons, like it wasn't Kosher or it was just too unhealthy. But I think it's because Us volunteers seem to have something against sugar."

"Yeah," Olaf agreed, "Esme's family has that famous sugar bowl and since a "villainous" family likes sugar then sugar MUST be bad."

Kit sighed and took another sips.

"This stuff is so good," she whined, "I've been missing out!"

"Well don't worry...I don't doubt that there's a LONG list of things you were forbidden to do," Olaf chuckled, "and I will gladly introduce you to all of them."

"But what will my parents think, Mr. Montague ?" Kit asked with fake gasp.

"Screw them. We can do as we please.They'll never keep us apart, Ms. Capulet," Olaf teased back.

He used to think Romeo and Juliet was cheesy, but it had suddenly started to grow on him.

"Put me in the theater," Kit joked, "as you can see, I'm an A actress."

"...will you, really?!" Olaf asked, Kit seeing the excitement rise in him.

"I-I don't know...I mean, I was kidding-"

"But you could though! I can teach you everything I know," he said, sounding like a little kid in a candy store, "and you could always be my leading girl."

"I don't know Olaf...Beatrice has always been better than me at that kind of stuff," Kit said shyly, "...but I could always help with behind the scenes things if you want. I'm actually good at that..."

"You're good at everything," he said.

He sounded disappointed, but didn't push the issue any further.

"Well...I shared something personal about me," Kit said, "your turn."

Olaf narrowed his eyes at her as she snickered, realizing what she'd done.

"You tricked me..." he grumbled.

"Yep," she giggled, placing a peck on his cheek, "come on...it's really not that hard!"

"Not for you...it's awful for me, though," He retorted.

"Please Olaf," she pleaded, "Just ONE thing! That's it."

"Fine," he sighed, motioning for her to lean so he could whisper into her ear, "...I don't like to talk about my feelings..."

"What?! That doesn't count!" Kit huffed.

"Yes it does," Olaf said smirking.

"But I already knew that, obviously!" She said.

"But not everyone does...therefore it's technically a secret," he explained triumphantly.

"You're so difficult," Kit groaned.

"But you love me anyways," he chuckled, leaning in to kiss her.

He swiped some of the whip cream from his hot chocolate and dabbed it on her nose, making her giggle and blush.

She was so cute when she smiled.

"Get a room, you two!" Kevin yelled from the front.

"At least I have someone to get a room with," Olaf retorted, grabbing Kit's hand and pulling her up with him.

The couple joined their friends at the larger table.

"Who says I don't?" Kevin whispered to Olaf, who fist bumped him, with a smirk.

"So, when did you two become official?" Marisa asked, raising an amused eyebrow.

"I mean...I guess we...aren't technically," Kit admitted shyly.

"So you guys aren't actually dating?" Sianne asked surprised. Everyone simply assumed they were.

"I guess not," Kit mumbled.

Marisa looked over at Olaf, who was scowling. Why did Kit have to make things complicated? Why couldn't she just be his...say she was his. He didn't necessarily care about the label...but he did care about having her.

"You sure you still don't want to talk about your feelings?" Marisa asked teasingly.

Olaf frowned at her.

"I can't believe you guys just won't admit your head over heels already," Winnie sighed.

"It's Olaf, he's not gonna admit anything," Justin chuckled, although he purposely avoided Olaf's deadly gaze.

"We're together...that's all you all need to know," Olaf grumbled.

"Not according to Kit," Marisa snickered.

"Yeah Olaf, work things out with your bitch first," Esme laughed.

"We don't need to work anything out," Olaf huffed, "we're fine..."

"That's not what she thinks..." Ernest snickered.

"Is this entire relationship only about what she thinks?" Olaf huffed, rubbing Kit's arm to let her know he wasn't angry with her.

"Of course not...since it's not a relationship," Emily whispered, snickering to herself.

"Olaf, remember...the woman is always right," Sianne said.

"Exactly," Esme said smirking.

"You know what...I'm making you two figure this out," Marisa announced, grabbing a piece of paper from off the desk.

"We don't-..."

"You don't have a choice," Marisa said, "now...you two are going to talk about what you do and don't want as part of the relationship and I'll write it down. Sadly...I have to make a whole fucking written agreement to get you guys to figure this out."

"Fine..." Olaf mumbled.

"Kit, you go first...since I have a feeling you'll have less demands than he will," Marisa sighed.

"Um...well I guess I just want to make things official..." she began nervously, "a-and we have to go on at least ONE date a month..."

"Good, Good," Marisa said, jotting down what Kit was saying, "anything else?"

"Um...oh! And he has to tell me whatever he's feeling!" Kit added, Marisa chuckling as she write it down.

"Good, now Olaf, do you agree to these terms?" Marisa asked, eyebrow raised.

Olaf looked over at Kit. He really didn't want to, but he could see the hopeful look on her eyes and he knew he wanted to please her.

"Fine," he sighed, seeing Kit silently thanking god, "...now my turn."

"Oh dear," Kit mumbled.

"We have to fuck AT LEAST three times a day," he started, smirking.

"Three times a day?!" Kit gasped, "I'm gonna fucking break!"

"Olaf, dude, come on!" Ernest laughed.

"I will agree to once, MAYBE twice, a day ONLY if you agree to wear a condom," Kit said, eyebrow raised.

Olaf frowned.

"...Ugh, forget it. Just erase that part, but we still have to do it!" Olaf said, causing Kit to roll her eyes.

"Anything else?" Marisa sighed.

"She has to tell me that she belongs to me everyday," he said.

Marisa looked over at Kit to see if she agreed.

"Fine I guess..." Kit grumbled, "What do you want next, me to sell my soul to you?"

"Is that possible?" Olaf asked hopefully, smirking widely.

"No Olaf!" Kit and Marisa said in unison.

"...fine, I guess you can keep your soul, for now," Olaf chuckled.

"Is that all?" Marisa asked.

"No, one more thing," Olaf replied, "she has to live with me."

"Woah what?!" Lemony interjected, "no way!"

"I don't remember inviting you into our conversation," Olaf growled at him.

"Olaf I...I c-can't live with you..." Kit said, voice low and shy.

"But you can though!" Olaf said, taking her hands in his, "you can sleep in the bed with me and I can make you breakfast every morning. I'll drive you to school and back and we can do our bullshit work together. And you'll always be there for...entertainment purposes..."

"Olaf...I...," Kit sighed, staring into his hopeful and pleading eyes.

He looked so...happy. Like a child would be. She felt him squeeze her hands tighter, giving her a genuine smile. She never thought she'd actually believe the things he told her. Their relationship had been a roller coaster. It's all started because he'd threatened her into doing his homework. And the rest was history. The thing that surprised Kit the most was that he'd manage to fall in love with her just by watching her. All she'd done was sat in the corner of his room, quietly, and he'd felt the need to have her with him. She never thought she was good nor beautiful enough to have a boy do that. Olaf made her feel...special.

"Okay," Kit agreed, "I'll do it."

"Aww this got so cute so fast," Winnie squealed excitedly.

"Kit! You can't! What about us? And mom and dad?!" Lemony said exasperatedly.

"Lemony...you'll be fine..." Kit answered, although it was clear she was still nervous about the whole thing, "and I'll deal with mom and dad when the time comes I guess..."

"And you won't have to deal with them alone," Olaf said, intertwining their fingers.

She smiled at him.

"Okay then, both parties agree that, as of now, you are officially a couple AND will stick by these rules?" Marisa asked, chuckling.

Kit and Olaf nodded.

"Well then, I hereby pronounce you boyfriend and girlfriend," Marisa said, folding up their "contract" and handing it to them.

Olaf grabbed the paper with his teeth and wrapped his arms around Kit, lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, giggling as she took the paper from his lips.

"We'll see you assholes in the New Year," Olaf called as he carried Kit out the door.

"Bye newlyweds!" Georgina laughed, waving to them with the others.

"Olaf, where are we going?" Kit asked giggling as they walked down the empty hall to the door.

"Home, of course," he replied, "OUR home."

"Right," Kit said, smiling up at him, "can we stop or food first? Maybe go out to dinner? As long as I'm home by like so I can convert back to Judaism, I'm good."

"We can get dinner later. First, I want to go home so we can...try out your present," he said with a smirk.

"Oh gosh...what specifically did you buy?" Kit groaned, using her hands to cover up the blush on her cheeks.

"You'll see..." he chuckled.

He kicked the door open with his foot and carried her out the school.

He smiled to himself, victoriously. He'd made up his mind. He'd done it. He'd made her pay attention to him. And now she was his.

"You know this means I won, right?" He said triumphantly.

Kit rolled her eyes.

"Don't ignore me," he said, grabbing her chin as she giggled, and pulled her lips to his.

"I won't...promise."

That was the last chapter guys! Thank you so much for reading! The next part of the series is called Don't Lie to Me. It'll be posted soon but I'm taking a tiny break. Love ya!