Chloe and Max ran through the woods at full speed, kicking up snow behind them. They laughed and knew they were gonna be out of breath by the end of it, but neither cared for they had each other. The two girls came across their Christmas tree and looked up at it with glee. They both took each other's hand and squeezed it. "Hey," Max piped up, "we never named our tree."

Chloe realized and let out an "Oh!" They thought for a moment. "We could combine our names."

"Mhoe?" Max suggested.

Chloe laughed. "No, that's dumb. Uh . . . Chlmax?"

"Ew, that sounds gross," the brunette giggled.

"Okay, clearly our first names aren't working so let's try our lasts," the lumberjack said. "Maybe Caulprice?"

"Hm. . . . How about Pricefield?" Max said.

Chloe raised her eyebrows, seemingly considering the name. "Pricefield," she let it roll off her tongue. "I like it. Got a nice ring, too."

Max smiled. "The Pricefield Christmas Tree. It's perfect."

The two girls stayed there in silence, basking in the glory of their newly named tree. It glimmered in the night, even more beautiful than the first time they saw it. Brought together by the very object, both of them had created a bond stronger than anything they'd ever seen. Some people would say love at first sight is stupid, or it doesn't exist, that you have to get to know the person and really cherish the moments with them and really think if they're the one you want to spend the rest of your life with. But who ever said how long that would take? Some may take years, others months, maybe even days for a minority. People may even bribe or lie to themselves that it was meant to be when there wasn't even anything there. The person someone really loves is like a favorite song. No matter how many times you listen to it it never gets old, and it's always like the first time you heard it but you know every lyric and what it means to you. From the hardships in their past, Max and Chloe have pushed them aside to let something new blossom within themselves and each other. From an alcoholic parent to rape and teen pregnancy they found beauty and peace to their situations and are ready to move forward, but not without each other. Maybe Kate was right, maybe true love doesn't just happen in movies, but depends on the people who interact.

Max then had an idea. She let go of Chloe's hand and reached into her bag. She took out her old Polaroid camera and checked to see if it had film in it.

"Whatcha doin' Max?" the blue-haired girl asked.

"I wanna commemorate this moment. I'm gonna take a picture of us and the tree," she explained.

Chloe chuckled. "Okay."

After doing a little framing and positioning, Max had the perfect photo op and put the camera in front of her and Chloe. "Alright are you ready?"

"Yeah. Merry Christmas, Max."

"Merry Christmas, Chloe."

They pressed their lips together and the camera flashed.

I'll have a blue Christmas without you

I'll be so blue just thinking about you

Decorations of red on our green Christmas tree

Won't be the same dear, if you're not here with me

And when those blue snowflakes start fallin'

That's when those blue memories start callin'

You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white

But I'll have a blue, blue, blue, blue Christmas

You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white

But I'll have a blue, blue, blue, blue Christmas