Title: Wanting

500 word drabble.

.I own nothing.

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"Please, please, pleeeeeease!" Marti pleaded, pulling at her father's jacket.

"Marti, the line's so long..." George said, looking at the line of people waiting for their children to see Santa.

"I've got to tell him what I want for Christmas! I have to!" Marti cried.

"Oh, Georgie, come on. We can wait." Nora said softly.

"Can I go off then?" Derek asked.

"Yeah, I really don't want to wait. I've got some major Christmas shopping to do." Casey said.

Edwin looked at Lizzie. "I can wait." He said.

"Me too." Lizzie said.

George's shoulders slumped. "Fine." He sighed. "But you two are waiting with us." He pointed at Casey and Derek.

The two grumbled and complained, which was mostly ignored as they got into the line.

It took twenty minutes for Marti to reach her turn, and when it was finally her time, she wasted no more of it and quickly climbed up the platform and jumped onto Santa's lap.

Santa looked a little startled but looked down at Marti and smiled.

"What's your name?" he asked.

"I'm Marti. Now can me cut the chit chat and cut to the chase? I didn't wait in line for nothing, you know."

Santa looked a little put off, but smiled through it.

"Alright, Miss Marti. What would you like for Christmas?"

Marti took a deep breath and then began.

"I want a pony, star shaped macaroni for me to glue to Edwin's shoes, a lavender set of everything because purple is so last year. A pink jacket and and sparkly gloves. Oh, and for Derek and Casey to crush on each other even though I used to want Casey and Sam to crush on each other, but then they stopped crushing on each other, and now Casey and Max are crushing on each other and I don't like Max just like I didn't like that doofus Scott, so I want Casey to just stop being silly and crush on Derek, because secretly think that Derek is already crushing on Casey, but that's not the point, you need to just make it happen and make it official."

Santa blinked for several seconds, but looked somewhat amused.

"A little matchmaker, are we?" He smiled. "Who's Casey and Derek?"

"Derek's my brother and Casey's my stepsister." Marti grinned.

Santa looked extremely interested by this point.

"Oh, really?" He asked.

"Yup, they're right there." Marti smiled, pointing toward them in the crowd, where they were slowly trying to back away, a blush creeping across Casey's cheeks.

Marti didn't notice that most of the people in the line had followed her pointing, except for George and Nora who were standing with wide eyes. Edwin and Lizzie were just laughing.

"And that's what I want for Christmas!" Marti said, motioning for the photographer to take the picture.

The flashbulb went off, Marti hopped off of Santa's lap, took the picture and skipped toward her family happily.

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Implied Casey/Derek

For my wonderful Jo.

Review, loves.

-Tarryn