Author's Note: Hi, everyone! Christmas is finally here once again! And it's also my fourteenth birthday today! Hooray! I'm not that excited about my birthday, though. Happy Christmas, everyone! :D

P.S. Note that I don't celebrate Christmas.

Eleanor's POV

I woke up very early in the morning—perhaps, around six. It was finally Christmas! The only time when I could be really happy. And I was happier because of Paul's kiss last night. Even though it was only on the cheek, but still.

I jumped out of bed, and I looked out the window. It was snowing outside, and the front yard was covered with a blanket of snow. It was very cold in my room; I could even see my own breath!

I ran out of my room, and I could hear Christmas songs in my ears. The Christmas songs came from the living room. I saw all the presents sitting under the bright Christmas tree in the living room.

"Happy Christmas, dear Eleanor," I heard mother say to me.

I gave her a hug and a kiss. "Happy Christmas to you, mother dear!" I said, grinning. "Can I open the presents now?"

"Of course, you can," she said.

I ran to the Christmas tree, and looked for the presents with my name on it. I could tell the gifts I got were books, but I wouldn't mind at all.

I opened the gift-wrap, and it was a thick hard-covered notebook from mum.

"What is this, mother?" I asked, showing the book.

"That's your new diary," she said, smiling. "You seem quite down lately, so I thought you need a diary. Do you like it?"

I smiled at her. "Of course, I do! No, I love it very much! Thank you, mother!"

I opened the other gift from father. It was the book I'd always wanted by Charles Darwin, called The Survival of the Fittest. I'd always been fascinated with his theories and all. I wanted to give my dad a hug, but he was still asleep.

"Mother, is it okay if I go out for a while?" I asked her.

"Where are you going?" she asked me.

"To a friend's house?"

"Ramona's?"

"Yes." I lied.

"Very well, then."

I walked upstairs, and changed my clothes. I grabbed my hat, coat, and presents before I left home to my friend's house.

Paul's POV

I heard loud laughter's downstairs. And it was very early in the morning! It was either my dad and Mike were watching television in the front room, or my house was haunted with Christmas ghosts. I walked out of my bedroom to investigate.

"Ah, Paul is still asleep," I heard Mike's voice in the living room.

I peeked in. "I'm not now," I said.

Everyone turned to look at me. Eleanor was here in my house! Now wonder it seemed so merry and cheerful.

"Oh, hi, Eleanor," I greeted her with a smile.

"Hi, Paul," she greeted me back with a smile. She approached me while holding a gift on her palms.

"Oh, you shouldn't have," I said.

"No, it was all my pleasure, Paulie," she said, grinning. "Happy Christmas, Paul."

I smiled at her, and accepted her gift. "Happy Christmas to you too, Ellie," I said. "Oh! You stay here. I want to give you something."

I ran up to my room as fast as I could, and searched everywhere for her Christmas present. I found it, and then immediately ran downstairs. I gave it to her.

"I bought this for you," I said, giving her the present. It was a French-English, English-French dictionary.

She grinned at me. "Thank you very much, Paul," she said. "Well, I have to go now."

"What? So soon?" I asked.

She nodded her head. "I promised my mother I won't be long. I'll see you around, Paul. Goodbye, Mike and Mr. McCartney! Happy Christmas, everyone!"

"Happy Christmas, Eleanor," dad, Mike, and I greeted back in unison as she walked out through the front door. I looked at it sadly.

"You should've woken up earlier, Paul," said Mike with a smirk.

"Mike, don't tease your brother," dad said.

"Yeah, Mike, don't tease your brother," I repeated what dad said.

Mike stuck out his tongue at me, and I made a silly face at him. We were the silliest siblings in Liverpool, I tell you.

I went upstairs to my room while opening the gift-wrap. My eyes widened when I saw a book of Brigitte Bardot. Eleanor always knew what to get me for Christmas. But this year, all I wanted for Christmas is for her to be my girlfriend. I would care less if Dorothy would flip about it. But sadly, I was too shy to tell Eleanor how I felt towards her.

I'd always imagined being that lucky fellow to be holding her tight, kissing those perfect lips of hers, caressing her freckles without feeling awkward, removing her spectacles, and look into her eyes without laughing awkwardly—and tell her I love her very much. When will I have the balls to tell her I love her? God!

Author's Note: There's the Christmas chapter for this story. I've been thinking, readers, maybe I should make this story in parts, because it's going to be pretty long. Tell me what you think, readers. And don't forget to review! Once again, happy Christmas!

Love,

Fool on the Hill Far, Far Away