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I'm not sure where this story is going to go. At first, I planned on it being a very, very fluffy and happy story. But now, I'm kind of thinking about adding some angst in there, to balance out the fluff. I'm not sure yet. Review and tell me what you think I should do! This chapter is going to be all fluff.

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Christmas Eve

Clare's POV

I opened the front door to my house, grinning from ear to ear as I saw Eli on my front porch. He was also grinning ecxitedly. "Hey, Edwards, Merry Christmas... uh... Eve!" He said. I giggled and responded, "Merry Christmas Eve to you too, Goldsworthy." He pulled me into a tight hug and kissed the top of my head. I noticed what he was wearing. "Really, Eli? It's only 4 in the afternoon, and you're already in your red and green Christmas pajamas? Someone's excited for Christmas." We walked inside as he said, "Of course I am. I get to spend it with you." I smiled at him and quickly kissed him on the lips.

"Hello, Eli. Merry Christmas!" my Mom said, hugging Eli. She had come to like Eli lately, so had my Dad. My Dad was spending Christmas with his girlfriend, though.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Edwards. And thank you for letting me stay over tonight." Eli said warmly. She said, "Oh, it's no problem. I trust you two."

"Alright, Eli. Let's bring your stuff upstairs." I interrupted before my mom said anything embarrassing. Eli chuckled and said, "Okey dokey." He was carrying a medium sized black bag and two boxes wrapped in blue paper. "Are those for me?" I asked. "No, they're for your mom." he said sarcastically. I glared at him playfully and placed the gifts under the Christmas tree, next to a box wrapped in black and white paper. "I guess that one's for me." he said, pointing to the black and white gift. "You guessed right." I said.

He grinned and said excitedly, "Ooh, do I get to shake it?" I giggled. He sounded like a little boy on Christmas. "Nope. You'll have to wait." I said. He frowned and replied, "Awwwww." I laughed, grabbed his hand, and led him upstairs.

"Well, I guess I should put on my pajamas." I said, smiling at Eli as he plopped down on my bed. "Okay." he said as he curled up in a ball. I giggled and grabbed my PJ's. "Bee back in a bit." I said. "I'll be waiting." He said. When I got to the bathroom, I quickly took off my headband and changed into my reindeer and Santa pajamas. I went back into my room, only to find Eli Sprawled across the bed, reading my Fortnight book.

He saw me come in, and said, "This is what you're so obsessed with?" I jumped onto the bed, sitting down next to him. "Yes, it is. IS there anything wrong with that?" He smirked and said, "A bit too romantic for my taste." I reached over to grab the book from him, and he made sure I couldn't reach it. "Nuh-uh, Edwards. You won't get this back until you tell me what you got me for Christmas." He wrapped his other arm around me tightly, pulling me closer to him. I squirmed and giggled. "Nope. You won't get a peep out of me." I said.

He chuckled and said, "Well, then I guess you won't be getting this back any time soon." I stopped squirming and replied, "How about I kiss you instead?"

"That would also work." And he kissed me softly, passionately. I immediately kissed him back. He tossed the book onto my nightstand and rolled over so He was on top of me, holding himself up. I laced my fingers through his hair as his tongue plunged into my mouth. Our tongues fought in a messy love fest. He moved his lips down my jawline, kissing down my neck, and stopped at my collarbone. I moaned and started to grind my hips into his. He let out a loud groan, and I pulled away, blushing. "Eli, my mom's downstairs. She'll hear us." He frowned but said,"I guess you're right."

I kissed his forehead and he got off of me and laid down by my side. I turned and looked at him. I studied his hair, how it was soft, long, and black. I studied his eyelashes, how they were long and dark. I studied his perfect nose. I studied his dark green eyes, how they had little flecks of gold in them. I studied his lips, which were forming into a smirk as he realized I was studying him. "Like what you see, Edwards?" I blushed and said, "Yes, yes I do." he chuckled and said, "Well I'm glad."

I said, "So what do you want to do tonight?" He thought for a moment before saying, "We could stay like this." "That sounds good." I nestled closer to him and rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"Clare, Eli, come down for dinner!" my mom said from downstairs.

"Oh, I totally forgot about dinner." I said, sitting up. He also sat up, saying, "What are we having?" I thought for a second. "I'm honestly not sure. I never asked."

"Okay, then. Surprise dinner it is!" I laughed as we walked downstairs.

We ate our dinner (which we found out was ham) while we talked and laughed. I was happy to see that my mom and Eli were getting along. A few months ago, she thought he was a dangerous bad boy. But now, she sees that he's a big softie who wears a lot of black. I watched them have their happy conversation. I was finally happy with everything that was going on in my life. Everything was perfect.

After dinner, we had cookies and milk. Eli smiled at me and said, "You have a milk mustache." I blushed and was about to wipe it away when he grabbed my hand and said, "I'll help you." He leaned in and licked around my lips. A shiver re down my spine as he traced my lips with his tongue. I was so glad my mom had left the room. When he was done, He pulled back and said, "There. Now do I get to open my present?" I smirked and said, "Not a chance."

We back upstairs to my room, and we laid down on my bed, cuddling under the blankets. I said, "This is going to be the best Christmas ever." He smiled and said, "Yes it is."

"So, Eli, when do you want to have sex?" I asked abruptly, looking up at him. He coughed and choked, surprised. "Wow, um... Clare, you caught me off guard there. Um, I guess whenever you're ready."

"So how about Valentine's Day? Or is that too corny?" I said. He smirked and replied, "Blue Eyes, making love for the first time is never corny. And Valentine's Day sounds great. As long as you're ready." I smiled and kissed him chastely on the lips. I asked, "We don't have to use a condom. I'm on the pill to keep my skin clear." He replied, "Okay." I said, "So what do you think your present is?" He thought for a moment before saying, "Hmm, I don't know. The fact that my girlfriend just told me that she wants to make love with me on Valentine's Day is good enough for me." I chuckled. "Aw, that's no fun, you're not excited for your present anymore." I said, and I pretended to frown. "Of course I'm still excited." He kissed my frown away, then I snuggled closer to him.

"Merry Christmas, Eli."

"Merry Christmas and all that good stuff." And with that, we both fell into a deep, wonderful sleep.

Eli's POV

"Eli. Eli! Wake up!" Clare said, kissing my face as she giggled.

"Hmm... wha-" I said groggily before she cut me off. "Merry Christmas, Eli!" She said excitedly, practically bouncing on the bed.

I started to sit up when she hopped on top of me, straddling my waist as she kissed me passionately. My eyes snapped wide open and I moaned as she chewed on my bottom lip. She pulled away, grinning.

"You really get into the Christmas spirit, don't you?" I smirked as she stayed with her legs wrapped around my waist. "Yup!" She said, brimming with energy. "Merry Christmas, Blue Eyes."

"Ready to go downstairs?" She asked. I said, "Sure." I got out of the bed, with Clare still hanging on to me. I chuckled and said, "I love how you still act like a kid with a sugar rush on Christmas." I kissed her nose as we- well, I- walked downstairs.

We went into the living room, and there was a large pile of gifts under the tree. Mrs. Edwards was sitting on the couch, sipping coffee. "Merry Christmas!" Clare and I said to her at the same time. She practically jumped off the couch, gasping and almost spilling her coffee. "Oh my, you guys scared me! Merry Christmas to you, too." She said, hugging Clare and me.

Clare skipped over to the Christmas tree and plopped down in front of the two presents I brought. I handed a card to Clare's mom. "Merry Christmas!" I said to her, and she smiled at me. "Why thank you, Eli. I actually have a present for you, she said, digging through all the gifts and pulling out a small dark blue present. She handed it to me and said, "Merry Christmas." I smiled at her. "You really didn't have to get me anything. Just letting me stay over was great enough. Thank you." I sat down next to Clare and opened the box. It was 3 tickets to a Dead Hand concert. "Oh my God, Mrs. Edwards! How did you get these? Thank you so much!" I ran over and gave her a big hug. She chuckled and said, "You're welcome. Clare was going to give them to you, but I figured I needed to give you something, too." I grinned at her and sat next to Clare in front of the tree.

She pulled out my gifts, and then her gifts. She opened the larger box first. She looked confused as she pulled out a pillow with a black pillowcase on it. "... Eli, this is your pillow." I laughed and replied, "Yes, it is. I figured that when we weren't with each other, you would have my pillow to remind you of me. There's also one of my t-shirts in that box." A smile crept across her face. She leaned over and gave me a hug. I said nervously, "It's too corny, isn't it?" She said quietly, "Of course it's not. I love it. This is a great idea. I'll have to give you one of my pillows, too." I kissed her forehead and said, "Well I'm glad you like it."

I opened the box that had my name on it. In it was a Dead Hand t-shirt signed by all the band members. "Clare, thank you so much! How did you get this?" I asked. She answered, "I know a guy."

I smirked and handed her the other box I brought for her. She opened it and smiled. She took out a small book with an amateurish looking cover. It was baby blue and had a black heart with C+E in the middle of the heart. She opened it up and looked at the writing. I said, "It's a book I made that has all of your favorite poems, and some of my favorites." She quickly kissed me and said, "Eli, this is great. This, your pillow, and your shirt are the best gifts anyone has ever given me. Thank you." She crawled into my lap and crushed her lips to mine. This moment was perfect, we were both so happy and in love. Clare's mom let out a little cough and said, "I'm still here, you know."

I smirked as Clare pulled away quickly, blushing. She said, "Sorry, mom."

Mrs. Edwards chuckled and said, "Oh, it's okay, sweetie. I experienced young love at one point, too."

Clare stayed in my lap as she looked through her little book of poems. I wrapped my arms around her waist as she scanned the pages in awe. "How did you know these were my favorites?" She asked. I said, "It's a secret." I said softly in her ear. She giggled and said, "Oh, so I have a stalker?" I laughed and replied, "No, I'm just very observant and have a good memory." She smiled and went back to reading the poems.

Suddenly, she hopped up and headed for the stairs. I asked, "Clare, where are you going?" She said, "I'll be right back." I sat there and looked at my new t-shirt, studying the autographs.

She came back downstairs holding her pillow. "Here," she said. "You can have my pillow." She handed it to me. It smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. It smelled like Clare. "Thanks, Blue Eyes."

She sat down and looked at the pile of presents that weren't opened yet. "Well, mom, I guess we have to open the rest of our presents. Clare separated her four gifts from her mother's four gifts. They unwrapped them. Clare got a new bag, some make-up, a pair of boots, and the newest book in the Fortnight Saga. "Thanks, mom." she said.

Clare looked out the window and realized it was snowing. "It looks like we've got at least a foot of snow already!" She grabbed my hand and I stood up. "Clare, where are we going?" I asked as she pulled on her coat and handed me mine. She said, "We're going outside."

"Just so you know, I am not making snow angels." I said as we walked outside onto the porch. She giggled and said, "That's not what I had in mind."

"Well, what do you ha-" I was cut off when a snowball hit the side of my head. I slowly turned around and shook the snow out of my hair. Clare was giggling and I said, "Oh, you're gonna get it, Edwards." I ran towards her, and she shrieked and started to run. She had a pretty big yard. I picked up some snow, formed it into a ball, and ran faster. I caught up to Clare and chucked it at her. I missed her by a few inches, and she laughed, "You missed!"

"No I didn't." I was right behind her now. I wrapped my arms around her and picked her up. She squirmed and laughed as I spun around. I put her down, picked up more snow, and threw it at her. This time I didn't miss. I started laughing and ran. She tackled me before I could get far. We both fell onto the snow-covered ground, laughing. We stayed there for a few minutes, enjoying the moment.

Clare stood up and said, "Do you want to make snowmen?" I said, "Sure, why not?"

She started on hers, and I started mine. In a few minutes, we both had three big snowballs stacked on top of each other. "I'll be right back," Clare said. "I have to get hats and stuff."

She came back a minute later, her arms full of hats, scarves, and carrots. She placed a black hat and a red scarf on her snowman, along with the basic sticks, rocks, and a carrot. She handed me a light blue scarf, a pink hat, and everything else as she said, "These are for your snowman." When I was done, I looked at our creations and said, "Hmm, they look uncannily like us, don't they?" I smirked and she said, "Yeah, I guess they do."

Clare looked adorable. She was grinning from ear to ear, her cheeks were bright red (I'm not sure if it's from the cold or her blushing) and there was snow falling on top of her head. She was gorgeous.

I started to realize that I was getting cold. "Um, Clare, this is nice and all, but I can't feel my toes."

"Oh. Yeah, I'm getting cold, too. Let's go inside and get warm. My mom can make us hot cocoa." She said. I walked over to her and picked her up. I carried her inside and said, "Hot chocolate for breakfast? I like it."

We went inside and took off our coats and shoes. Clare asked her mom if she could make the hot cocoa, and she said yes. We waited by the fire and warmed up. I had my arms wrapped around Clare, and her head was rested on my chest. We sat there and listened to Christmas music.

Mrs. Edwards walked into the living room with two mugs. She handed them to us and went upstairs. We sat on the couch under a blanket. I still had one arm wrapped around her. Clare looked over at me and smiled mischievously. "You have some whipped cream on your face." she said.

"No I don-" I tried to say, but she stuck her finger in whipped cream on top of her hot cocoa and smeared it on my lips, my jaw, and my neck. "Oh, Clare, you naughty girl." She leaned over and kissed the sweet stuff off my lips. She trailed her tongue across my jawline and down my neck. I moaned and said, "Why do you like to torture me like this?" I pressed my lips to hers. Her lips tasted sweet. Our mouths moved together for several minutes, and I pulled away. "My hot cocoa is going to get cold," I said, smirking. Clare laughed. "And I thought I was a tease."

We watched probably 3 or 4 Christmas movies throughout the day, we cuddled by the fire, and we had a great dinner. At around 10:00 at night, Clare and I passed out on the couch watching "The Grinch". Her mom woke us up and told us to go upstairs. She said she would call my parents to tell them I was staying over again. We went upstairs and collapsed on the bed. I fell asleep immediately, with Clare in my arms.