21st of December

stocking

Hilary was practically spinning in her bed. She had hung her stocking already, now all was left was wait for Santa. Why she was so restless? She had wished for an own Beyblade. Maybe she could go and hide herself on Christmas night, if she could see Santa? There was no way she could sleep while being so excited. Even though Christmas was only a few days away, she sneaked downstairs to find a good hiding place for later. No harm of being prepared, eh?

She sneaked out of her room at the Grangers and forgot two things. Someone else might be up and hear her, and that the Blitzkrieg Boys were there for Christmas. Sure enough, she walked straight on someone, who doubled over in pain as her elbow knocked someone to the side. In the dim light she could faintly see lithe form and red hair. She had hit Tala.

"Ow… For chrissakes… Watch out where you're going. No matter… ow… how late it is…"

Her hands flew to her mouth. Tala had been in an accident few days ago and now his left side was sporting nasty stitches.

"I'm so sorry, Tala. I didn't mean it. Are you alright? Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Scram, girl. You've done enough… "

She scurried off to the kitchen and got an icepack out of the freezer, bringing it to Tala.

"Let me help. I'm just so sorry. I didn't see you."

Hilary looked at Tala who winced as she pressed the icepack against his side. She blinked. Tala was only wearing a t-shirt and boxers, his hair was down and framing his face with a slight curling ends. Blue eyes were now clear if they had been blurry when he had gone to get something to drink.

"Why you were sneaking anyway?"

"I uh… wanted to be prepared and find a hiding spot…" she mumbled, embarrassed from both her own silly ideas and the fact that Tala was rather attractive even in his current state.

"Even if you'd be in sight, for some odd reason you will always fall asleep during the night. Maybe that is Santa's magic…"

Why Tala had such a strange look on his face when he said it, never the less it made Hilary nervous. Before she knew it, Tala had pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was over before she could react much and Tala slowly got up with a smirk on his face.

"I hope you get what you want for Christmas." With those words, Tala had gone back to his room, still holding the ice against his side.

Above her there was mistletoe.

Okay. Maybe she could just go to bed. She felt drowsy now. She dreamt of Tala that night.