Author's Note: This is Just a few of the main holidays that pass between Chapter 9 and Chapter 11 to show the dynamic of their new relationship. Originally I wasn't gonna do it, but I thought that just writing off Thanksgiving and Christmas would totally piss everyone off including myself, so if this chapter is super-short sorry. If it's too long, I hope you enjoyed some of it if not all of it. Also, sorry for fucking up the chapter last time. I'm kinda bad with technology; How I've gotten this far is a miracle. Luv ya. XoXo

Thanksgiving

I didn't really know how to prepare for thanksgiving considering this was my first holiday with an official boyfriend that everyone knew about. All my past ones had been 'just friends' around my family because I didn't know how they would be around. My family was loving sure, but they were also super nosy in other people's business, especially people that might join the family eventually and I remembered how they harassed my cousin's fiancé enough for him to call of the wedding. The Mitchell's had a habit of being a close knit family that didn't fuck around. That's why I'm the way I am. And the worst part is I didn't even have a guess at what some of the questions or answers would be. It had been less than a month since James and I started dating and to be honest, I still wasn't comfortable asking him personal questions. So when I confessed all this to a still very vulnerable Jo, she told me not to be afraid of love. I asked what the hell she was talking about and she said:

"You're always hiding from your own feelings and emotions by syching yourself out until everyone thinks you'd be most comfortable alone." It stung, but I knew Jo was right still, it didn't make it any easier to take.

"So, when's your girlfriend getting here," I responded after a long silence.

"Samantha," she winced a little, thinking I wouldn't notice just cause I was in my closet, "she may come later, I don't know."

"How could you not know," I said, finally finding a sweater vest and a button-up shirt and khakis. I could decide if I should wear dockers or converse, but I chose dockers to fit the look. "Call her right now and get her to come. There is no reason you should be alone."After a solid twenty minutes of prodding and pleading, I finally got her to call Samantha to come. If my boyfriend had to come, her girlfriend was gonna show to, no questions asked. Finally, at noon, everyone showed and when James came in, my mother almost fainted.

"OH MY GOD," she shouted as she raised her hands in exasperation, "it's like a vision of an angel. Logan, who did you land this masterpiece." She turned to me and slapped me on the shoulder as I blushed like a school girl.

"He asked. Me. out mom," I responded coyly, still not able to look in James's eyes as he beamed.

"You must have a nice ass then, because I'm not putting two and two togetha," my mother would always end certain words like a New Yorker even though she hated New York which would make me laugh, but I wasn't laughing now.

"Actually Misses Mitchell," James chimed in, "It was Logan who played hard to get, but something about him forced me to go along with it. I love your son mam." My eyes got huge as I realized what he had just said. I had never said I love you. Not once and neither had he and I wasn't there yet either. But instead of freaking out and yelling I just smiled and shook my head before saying:

"Isn't he the sweetest thing mom," before going up to him and giving him a small kiss on the cheek as everyone kind of awkwardly watched. When Camille came down stairs, her mom began to talk and when she saw James, she got it immediately.

"He was my boyfriend first mom. But I guess the beauty should have given it away. What straight guy cares about his hair." This got laughter from the family which took away from the stiff air that was left after my comment. I was such a bitch sometimes; it was always surprising enough that James liked me enough to put up with all my crap. About ten seconds later Samantha showed up and she was dresses like an Eskimo which got a laugh out of Jo. Everyone was nice to her, but the real star of today was James; everyone fawned over him and talked to and about him. But lunch was the worst.

"So," my Aunt started and I already had a bad feeling about it because she had started the morning with a shot of whisky, "I had enough gay friends back in L.A. to know status. So what are you, a bottom or a top." I almost crapped my pants as I spit out my iced tea.

"You forgot verse," he responded cooly with a smile.

"Honey, I didn't forget verse, it just doesn't exist," she chuckled as she took another hit of whisky from a flask I didn't notice at first.

"Fine," he said, containing obvious laughter over my extreme discomfort at the situation, "I'm a top."

"I always knew our little Logie was a bottom," she said, still chuckling, "God doesn't give you such a nice ass for nothing you know. My mother tapped her glass with her sisters as I hid my face; this couldn't get worse, but oh was life a bitter whore.

"Ever fucked a girl," my mom said.

"I'm a virgin," he responded.

"I'm not talking with guys though, I'm talking girls," she pressed.

"Never," he said taking a sip from his glass.

"Has a girl ever tried to get in your pants. You'd make great babies," she said frankly.

"You have no idea," he retorted, still looking at her, "I'm saving it for the one I love though," he said looking at me this time.

"Your first time with a hot boy Logie," My aunt said, "use a condom."

"I'VE GOT TO GO – I FEEL SICK!" I responded as I ran out of the room, touching none of my food. I heard my Aunt say 'What's gotten into him,' but it was all to much. I couldn't stay for what else they would ask him. He would have to deal with this himself. In all my frustration, I passed out in my bed and didn't wake up. James wasn't there.

Christmas Eve

I was nervous about how this was gonna go because Thanksgiving was less than perfect; I still wouldn't allow him to talk about it. To make matters worse, his family was gone for the week in Cabo and so he would be spending the Chrismas Eve to New Years day with me. A Full week of questions and awkwardness from my family. Great. We were all Atheists in the house, but for some reason, we still celebrated Christmas. The tree was huge and green with large, golden orbs on it and a big star on top that shone from the room's lighting. We all exchanged one gift each and I spent forever searching for James's. Everyone else would get cash, but his was special because it was our first Christmas and as these past two months had flown by, I was starting to love him too. I finally found the perfect gift for him, tickets to the newest Britney Spear's concert, Femme Fatale that would come in Summer and the Madonna book, "Sex" with the Erotica c.d. included and trust me, it was super weird to buy it at the little half-price books I went to to get it for him. I also picked up a copy of the Blondie c.d. Parallel Lines because I was starting to really like them, especially the lead singer. It kind of annoyed James cause the music was older, but I thought I totally had the right to love it. I listened to all his Madonna and Cher songs in the first place and those could really get annoying. I rapped it carefully and put it under the tree when I heard the door bell ring. I jumped a little at first but ran to get it and who was at my door but my huge chunk of gay man. James, dressed as what he described to me the day before, modern, sexy, chic Santa. And it was sexy. But dear God if my Aunt couldn't make a situation awkward.

"Oops," she shouted, sitting on her couch with her flask of whisky, "ya unda the mistle toe. Better kiss fa us and make it juicy, cause all the soaps were boring today." I was about to freak out, but James scooped my face up and got me into a hot, wet kiss that seemed like it lasted forever before we both needed a breath. She started to clap, "You passed, now come sit down Angel-boy before you let all of the hear out, it's almost dinner time." After an hour of humiliating questions, Samantha and James were talking in the corner while I helped cook dinner and Jo placed the table with Camille. We were like a family. I drunken, gay family, but a family and it was nice. Dinner went off well and for once, my family asked Jo and her girlfriend questions instead of me and James. And boy did I learn that Samantha was just like Jo with a too honest nature and a very dark sense of humor about everything.

"What got you interested in Beava," my aunt said, her voice getting more of a New York tint as she got even less sober.

"A waiter asked me if I liked hot dogs or taco's and I chose the latter," Samantha said.

"That's why you like Mexican food isn't it," Jo commented.

"Hey, Hey," Aunt Ginnie interrupted, "I'm supposed to ask the awkward questions. Now do you look at Bieber's look and unfortunate last name girls."

"I think he's the hottest Lesbian I've ever seen," Jo said.

"She's the new Ellen," Samantha continued, "We needed a new model for average lesbians that wasn't Katy Perry."

This kind of stupid talk went on for hours and I just hid my face even though James couldn't stop laughing the whole time. I personally just wanted to get to the present that we always did on Christmas Eve. We spent Christmas Day at the Zoo for some reason; it was tradition, and this year we would be driving three hours to do it. Finally at about nine, we got to presents and Jo started. She got me the first Season of Grey's Anatomy because he knew I loved any doctor show and it was my newest obsession. I got her a new pair of vans and skinny jeans that were green cause that was her favorite color. She put the vans on as soon as she got them. I gave everyone else besides James forty dollars in Cash. Shoveling snow got you lots of money in Minnesota. Camille gave me an ipod, even though she knew I was content with my C.D. collection. I'm an old school kind of gal, except not a gal, just gay. Samantha gave everyone twenty dollars even though we said it wasn't necessary because we barely knew her. When she gave it to my aunt, she almost Frenched her. I was slow to give James my gift and I watched him closely as he opened it. He looked at the C.D. first and I could tell he wasn't impressed. The book got him a little more excited, but that could have been from the fact that I grabbed his crotch when he opened it. But when he saw the Britney Tickets, he turned white and kissed me. It wasn't deep, but it was a thank you kiss.

"Pick carefully who you take, because-"

"You know that there's only one person in this world I'd want to take with me and you got a third so Jo could come," James said. I blushed because he was totally right and I didn't want to admit it, but then he handed me my gift and instantly, I had a guess at what it was. It was shaped like a Barbie and I didn't know which one it was, but I started to worry it was a sex Barbie. James would do that to me just to get me frustrated. He loved to see me like that for some reason. But when I opened it, I recognized it immediately. The Debbie Harry doll was very hard to confuse. I smiled, but he signaled for me to turn it over. I followed and what was on the back made me shatter into a million pieces.

"You didn't have to do this, it's so –"

"I wanted to, so pick carefully, meaning, I bought three for me, you and Jo because I know you can't leave her behind and we leave in three days." James said it so smugly I wanted to slap him, but was too happy to do that kind of thing.

"I thought you wanted to go to New York," I started, "and we'd go see a Broadway play together."

"I want to live in New York with you, not just go," he corrected, "but I know how much you talk about missing California."

"Are you sure you want to go to L.A., it's so different and what about lodging and –"

"All taken care of."

"How Long"

"Till January 1st"

"So We're staying for New Year's Eve"

"Of Course Bambi"

"I don't know what to say"

"Say you love me"

"I'm worried you'd cut me off if I tried," I said smirking, "because you do it all time anyway and it's super annoying."

We went to bed two hours later and for the first time, I let him sleep in the same bed with me, even if it was just for his warmth.