A/N: Future fic more or less. Would take someplace after "Scaris: City of Frights", I imagine. Jinafire has no known family and is an orphan in my eyes after escaping her master, who I think used to (or still does, I dunno) beat her, so she lives with Skel. I know that my headcanon is total crap, but do you think I care? ;P Now enjoy the story.
"Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navidad
Prospero año y felicidad.
Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navidad, Feliz Navidad
Prospero año y felicidad.
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart.
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
I wanna wish you a Merry Christmas
From the bottom of my heart..." -Kevin McHale, Feliz Navidad (originally by Jose Feliciano)
"Would you guess our first holiday in America is a white one?" Skelita grinned as she looked through the foggy window to the outdoors where pristine white snow was falling onto the ground.
"I could live without it." Jinafire shivered, despite being indoors and standing right beside the electric heater.
The girl made of bone laughed, "Jin, is that necessary?"
"Look who's talking." the dragoness rolled her eyes, rubbing her scaly arms to keep warm.
"You know I kid." Skelita muttered as she let out a shriek as something cold and wet came in contact with her bare arms. "Hugheso, dejar de él! Mama said no snow inside!"
"Mama's not home!" Skelita's mischevious ten year old brother, Hugheso, exclaimed, running back outside to grab more snowballs to attack his family with.
Jinafire sighed, rolling her eyes and collapsing onto the nearby couch, grabbing a thick blanket and covering herself with it. "I'd rather be in Fanghai."
"Oh, living here isn't that malo, is it?" the skeleton girl inquired.
"With all of you, is fine, but couldn't we have gone back to Hexico? Where it's nice and hot?"
Skelita smiled, ruffling her best friend's bright green and ebony locks of hair playfully. "You love it, and you know it. Is just the cold, mija."
Jinafire ignored the fact that the skeleton girl had ruined her hair and pouted, kicking her feet up on the arm of the couch. "And you know I hate the cold."
"You want hot chocolaté?"
The dragoness smiled at this and her best friend laughed, walking off to the kitchen, only to hear a scream seconds later. Then followed by yet another, from a different voice.
"Skel, Skel, help!" Hugheso scampered into the kitchen, hiding behind his sister's dress, like a five-year-old would with his or her mother on the first day of school. "Jina, not very nice now!"
Skelita rolled her eyes and facepalmed as said dragoness entered the kitchen, snow slush smack dab in the middle of her shirt, and unlike her body temperature as of now, Jinafire was fuming.
"Te voy a matar dos veces, mocoso!" she shrieked.
"Your Spanish is getting better." Skelita complimented, however her best friend ignored her and chased after Hugheso, who had ran off only seconds ago.
The skeleton girl, who was half shocked and half confused at what just happened, laughed.
"You gonna control her." Eufemura, the elderly grandmother of the Calaveras, said simply as she hobbled into the kitchen, shaking her head at the sight of her granddaughter. "Bring her under that." She pointed to the doorway, where a single sprig of mistletoe hung and Skelita's laughter ceased, embarrassment overcoming her.
"Abuela!" her face heated up, and if she was able to blush, she would've.
The elderly woman chuckled. "I see way you look, 'Lita." she and her granddaughter both looked out to the living room, where Jinafire was dragging an unwillingly Hugheso outside. "She may be crazy, but she good for you."
Rolling her eyes, Skelita crossed her arms at the fact that her grandmother was indeed correct. And now, yet another scream was heard, this one from outside, and the skeleton girl glanced out the fogged over window to see her brother of all monsters getting buried in the snow at Jinafire's power, with his arms flailing out of his frozen prison.
"Stop waste time. You make move, mija, or I do it for you." With that said, Skelita's grandmother lit up a cigarette and took it in her mouth, hobbling out of the kitchen; her wooden cane echoing throughout the household each and every time it made contact with the floor.
Rolling her eyes, Skelita walked over to the window and laughed as her sight noticed that Jinafire was now literally on fire and that the snow surrounding her was nothing but slush...
With her best friend by her side, this would indeed be a very merry Christmas, for their first one in their new home.
... Well? Was this crappy? I won't know unless you review :P
(Note: Two more Christmas-themed chapters are planned, but I'll only post them if I get at least four reviews for this chappie. And yes, I'm blackmailing you... Isn't it fun? xD)
(Note 2: The names of Skelita's brother and grandmother are not official. I made them up with some friends on the Monster High Wiki.)
