"Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun"

"Oh shit…" Sammy said.

I smirked. "Oh shit, indeed. Dance with me."

She groaned. "Nooooo, I don't wannaaaaaa."

I frowned. "C'mon Sams, its one song. Please? For me?"

She slumped back in the couch. "For you…"

I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me.

Every Christmas, when Jingle Bell Rock comes on, it's a tradition that me and Sammy dance. She doesn't like dancing at first, but she does warm up to it towards the end of the song.

Sammy drags her feet across the floor. I smirk. "C'monnnnnn Saaaaammmyyy, put some pep in your step."

She rolls her eyes and listens to me. And just when she's starting to get into it…

"SAAAAAAAMMMMYYYYYYY. COME MODEL YOUR DRESSES!"

Marissa… WHY YOU INTERUPT ME?

Sammy groaned. "Marissa, I thought we decided on ONE dress."

"Yeah, but I couldn't decide which one you looked prettier in so I decided to have you model them and have everyone decide which one they like better on you."

"… You're an evil girl, Marissa…" Sammy said slowly.

Marissa smiled. "I know. Casey and Joe can be the judges. You decide who you want to listen to."

Then she dragged Sammy off to her doom. I sank down onto the couch next to Joe who was staring off in a dream-like way. If that pervert was thinking of Sammy in a revealing dress, I will brutally murder him in his sleep.

Billy came out of nowhere. "So. Sammy in a dress. This is gonna be good."

I raised an eyebrow. "Billy… what are you saying?"

"I'm saying, try not to drool."

"Excuse me?" I asked. "You saw Sammy in a dress?"

"Marissa dragged me with her because she wanted an unbiased man's opinion on Sammy in a dress. Which is why you weren't' invited."

"Gee, I feel loved." I said sarcastically.

He held his hands up in defense. "I'm warning you. Don't drool."

I roll my eyes. "I'm pretty sure I've seen Sammy in less."

"Whoaa, bro. Didn't know you were a stalker."

"Shut-" Holy motherfucker…

Sammy… In a dress… Good God…

Her dress was red and strapless. And a little short. Marissa's doing of course. She had red and white striped socks that went up past her knees. And she had a Santa hat on top of her head.

"Hot. Very hot, Sammy." Joe told her. Bastard.

Sammy shrugged and looked at me. "What do you think, Casey?"

I looked into her eyes, filled with concern and interest. "You look beautiful."

Marissa didn't give her a chance to reply. "C'mon Sammy, try on the other one for them."

And she dragged her back into the room.

A smirk tugged on the ends of Joe's mouth.

Don't kill him, Casey…Don't. Kill. Him.

YET.

Marissa emerged from the room. "Sammy's trying on the dress. Ohmygosh, there was this one dress that looked like a Santa costume, but Sammy was like 'You're gonna turn me into Miranda Cosgrove or Mariah Carey! A simple dress or I'll kill you Marissa.'"

A voice called from the room, "I WILL kill you, Marissa! This is the most revealing dress I've ever seen!"

Marissa yelled back, "Don't be such a prude and come model for us!"

Sammy walked into the room and… Oh God…

Sammy always looked gorgeous. It's a fact. She even looked gorgeous in the stupidest looking dress ever. It was short. Very short. And I could see Joe's eyes wandering everywhere.

It was low cut and green. Now, don't get me wrong. I love green, but this…

It had some kind of silver tinsel below the chest area and had light bulb decorations at the bottom of the dress with presents at the bottom.

In other words…

"Sammy, no offense, but you look like a slutty Christmas tree."

Sammy gave me a wry smile. "Don't I know it?"

Joe glared at me. "I think you look hot, Sams."

He. Did. NOT. Just call her SAMS. Only I can call her that.

I retorted, "The only reason you like this dress is because it shows more leg and ass and chest, Joey."

We were all silent until Sammy spoke. "Sooo… the red dress, then?"

She didn't wait for an answer, she just ran back into the room.

Joe turned to me and asked, "What the hell is your problem? Aren't I allowed to want to see my girlfriend in something like that?"

"Not if you're raping her with your eyes, you asshole." I snarled. Yes. I snarled like a dumb Twilight vampire. That's how pissed I was.

"Why do you care?"

I didn't answer. He suddenly got it and said, "You prick. Douchebag. You fucking-"

"Is there a problem, guys?" Sammy asked. Joe glared at me and stood up.

"Excuse me. I have to use the bathroom."

I couldn't resist. "Yeah, because everyone here needs to know that you're going to go take a crap."

He stalked off while Sammy laughed. "Why must you tempt him to rip your throat out?"

I shrugged. She curled up next to me on the sofa in the red dress and socks. "Casey…"

"Yeah?"

"When was the last time we hung out together? Like, just us, I mean."

I had to think about that. "I'm not… really sure. Maybe last New Year's?"

She looked at me in disbelief. "Are- are you sure? That long? It can't be…"

I shrugged. "We've hung out with everyone else, Sammy. It doesn't matter to me as long as I'm with you."

She gaped at me. "No no no. We are gonna spend more together. I miss you, Casey."

She misses me. She misses me. I smiled. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to me. She smiled and climbed in my lap.

Nothing except Marissa could ruin this moment. So what do you think happened next?

Marissa popped outta nowhere and held a sprig of mistletoe over me and Sammy. She smirked. "Tra-fucking-dition. If you don't kiss, I'm allowed to play Mistletoe by Justin Bieber."

Fuck.

Everyone was paying attention now.

"Goddammit, if I'm stuck hearing UNDER THE FUCKING MISTLETOE, I'll kill you guys!" Holly said.

Dot said, "Whirling windmills, NO. I refuse to listen to this. Casey, kiss her or I will throw you out the window."

Joe came back to the room and asked, "What's going on?"

Marissa smirked. "Mistletoe. If they don't kiss, they're getting bad luck AND I'm allowed to play JB."

He had this WTF? Look on his face. I loved it. But kiss his girlfriend? That'd be fun… but I can't just kiss Sammy when her boyfriend is standing right there.

I looked down at Sammy. She seemed to be thinking about something. God, I'd love to know what goes on in that little head.

"Sammy I-"

Sammy's lips crashed onto mine…

Wait what?

Sammy kissed me.

Sammy kissed me.

She sat up straighter in my lap and kissed me hard. I hesitantly put my hand on the back of her head and laced my fingers through her hair. She put her hands on my shoulders and tilted her head.

If she kissed Joe like this, I was gonna murder him and then catch Sammy on the rebound.

I have no pride.

All too soon, an "AHEM." Came from Joe's throat. Sammy slowly tore her lips away from mine. Her cheeks were bright red and now matched her dress.

Joe glared at me and grabbed Sammy by her waist and pulled her off my lap and onto his. Sammy looked uncomfortable in his lap and anxious to get off.

Joe, this is whatcha get when you calls her Sams. That is MY nickname for her. Don't you forget it, either.

Awkward silence… of course, Billy broke it. "LETS DO THE JINGLE BELL ROCK. HE WAS ROCKING IN THE TREETOPS ALL DAY LONG, HUFFIN AND A PUFFIN AND A SINGING HIS SONG, ROCKING ROBIN… Oh shit, wrong song."

That got a laugh from everyone. And then Marissa brought out a radio and a CD.

She had wanted to listen to ONLY Christmas songs today and the radios were playing random shit like Lady Gaga and Bruno Mars.

The only thing is, it took us about ten minutes to figure out how to put the CD in. Stupid radios… why can't they work like iPods?

Of course, first song on the CD was Jingle Bell Rock. Joe still held Sammy captive on his lap, but hell isn't getting in the way of me and Sammy's dance. I strode over to them and bowed. "May I have this dance, m'lady?" Sammy smiled and said, "Of course, dear sir." She uncoiled herself from Joe's arms and grabbed the hand I had extended to her.

So I was dancing with Sammy, Billy was dancing with Marissa, and Danny was dancing with Dot and Holly. After Marissa chose Billy over Danny years ago, Danny realized that his player attitude wasn't getting him anywhere in life. Someone who was so obsessed with him couldn't take it anymore and went after someone else. I think he might actually like Holly… But only time will tell.

"Casey?"

"Yeah, Sams?" HA. Take that, Joe!

"…Should I break up with Joe?"

MOTHER. FUCKER. YES YES YES FUCK YES. BREAK UP WITH THE DOUCHEBAG-

"Don't you like Joe?" Fuck my brain.

Sammy shrugged. "Not really. I feel like I'm just leading him on. I don't want to start a life with him or anything. He deserves someone who loves him."

He deserves shit.

I chuckled. "You're going to break up with him today? On Christmas Eve?"

Sammy winced. "Harsh, right?"

"You shouldn't lead him on longer, Sammy. Then you'll regret it when he wants to take the next step in your relationship and you deny him."

Sammy squinted her eyes at me. "You've been talking to Marissa. I told her I could handle his shit."

I hesitated before answering. "If he… hurts you, Sammy, tell me. Promise me."

"I promise. But I'll have to kick his ass first."

I smirked. "Sure, Sammy. Sure…"

Billy's piercing whine filled the room. "Saaaaaaaaaaammyyyyyyy. It's 11:51. Can we open our presents now? I wanna see if anyone got me the Mario Kart & game for my 3DS…"

Sammy rolled her eyes. "Go ahead, you impatient boy."

"Yaaaaaaaaay! C'mon, Marissa! PRESENTTTSSSSSSSS. LETS OPEN THIS SHIT UP!"

I grabbed Sammy's hand and led her to the tree where everyone was crowding to get to the presents. Sammy smirked. "Billy, you're such a presentwhore."

Billy retorted playfully, "Well, dear Samantha, you're a bookwhore and a music slut."

We all laughed at that.

And it turns out, that somebody DID get Billy that Mario Kart 7 game for the 3DS. Lucky bastard.

Joe stood in the corner of the room, watching all of us. More like glaring. He said that he didn't want anything for Christmas, so that's what he got. Nothing.

I crawled to the back of the tree where I hid Sammy's gift. I didn't want her to see the holes in the box that I made or else she'd might realize what it was. I carefully carried it to where Sammy was sitting on the couch. I placed the side with the holes away from her.

Sammy smiled. "Didn't I tell you not to get me anything?"

"No, technically, you said that you didn't want anything for Christmas. But I wanted to get you this. Open it."

She took the top off and looked inside. And gasped.