Chapter Two

When we walk in our apartment, the scent of fir hits m4 immediately, but I find that instead of wanting to run away from the scent, I want to embrace it. It adds a feeling of warmth to the apartment that makes it seem even cozier than before.

"Well, let's get started," I state, a bit more blandly than I anticipated.

"Come on, Tris! Get excited! It's Christmas!" Tobias exclaims. I can't help but smile at the pure giddy he has for the holiday.

"It just seems like a lot of work for one day, Tobias. It's just another day."

"It's not JUST a day, Tris! It's a whole season! I know, let's sing Christmas carols! That'll get you in the Christmas spirit!" Tobias walks over to the storage closet I found the tree stand in and pulls out what appears to be an old CD player, popping in some sort of Christmas album.

The sweet sounds of cheerful music can be heard, and before I know it I hear the voice of an angel playing through the apartment, coming from the c- wait, is that… Tobias?

I glance over and Tobias is belting his heart out along with the piano playing from the CD.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need. I don't care about those presents underneath the Christmas tree…"

The man can sing. Not like that, "oh, he's really good at mimicking the radio," way, it's the, "holy crap why is this man not a musician," kind of way. His voice reminds me of tea and honey and angels, pretty much everything perfect.

I admire him in awe as he intently sings along to the piano and works on unwinding the fairy lights for the tree. Once he finishes the song, I try to form words to ask him about what I just heard.

"Wha- whe- how did yo- oh my God," is pretty much all I can manage. After all, I'm pretty sure I just listened to what heaven sounds like.

"Yes, Tris, use your words," Tobias says, that boyish smirk tugging at his lips as I stare in bewilderment trying to figure out what just happened.

"Tobias, that was amazing. I had no idea you could sing! Why didn't you tell me?" I whisper, still trying to snap out of my lover's haze.

"It never came up," he replies, that adorable lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

"I hope you know you're going to be singing a lot more often now," I grin in response.

"Not in public. Around you, sure," he smiles. We share a caring gaze into each other's eyes before leaning in for a kiss, slow and soft. Before things could get too heated, I pull away, reminding myself that we have a tree to decorate before Christina comes to check up on us. I don't even want to begin to think of what the consequences will be if she gets here and we haven't accomplished anything.

Upon breaking the kiss, a slight pout/scowl appears on Tobias' face.

"We can continue later, think about what will happen if Christina gets back and we haven't finished anything for the tree," I reply in an attempt to cheer him up.

"Well, Miss Tris, I suppose we should hurry then, because the sooner we finish with this tree the sooner we can pick up where we left off," he smirks, throwing in a wink just to tease me.

"That seems like a wonderful idea, Señor Four," I tease with small smile.

While Tobias wraps the fairy lights around the tree, I begin looping ornament hooks through the orbs and icicles. After a few minutes we both begin to decorate the tree, working peacefully as Tobias sings along with a song I have been informed is the Christmas Song.

After a few minutes of decorating it's time for the topper of the tree. I remove the intricate snowflake and pass it to Tobias for him to attach it to the tree. Once the snowflake is in place, we plug in the extension cord and watch our tree come to life.

The glow of the lights combined with the scent of the tree creates a safe feeling that can only be beat by the feeling of being wrapped in Tobias' strong arms.

Admiring our work, we fall onto the couch with content smiles on our faces. As we lean into kiss, I am certain that there is nowhere else I would rather be and no one else I would rather be here with.

With the passing moments, our kisses become a bit needier, yet remain gentle. Our love is only stopped by a loud banging on the door.

Suppressing a groan, something that Tobias was unable to do, I rise from the couch to get the door, expecting the smiling face of my dark haired friend.

Just before I reach the door, another loud knock is heard, causing me to shout, "Geez, I'm coming, calm down."

I turn the door handle only to be met by a face not near as welcoming as Chris'.

"Stiff."

A/N: So how about that cliffhanger? ;) I wonder who it could be… It'll be revealed next chapter, promise. I might even get around to updating again tonight…? We'll see. This whole writing thing is very invigorating. A HUGE thanks to everyone that followed, favorited, and reviewed! I had no idea so many people would like this after one chapter! I thought my story would never be read, when I got so many reviews I was simply speechless! Something to think about: I haven't decided if I want Al to have killed himself or not yet. Let me know what you think about that, too. IF YOU HAVEN'T HEARD THEO JAMES SINGING YOU HAVEN'T LIVED GO FIND IT. His band was Shere Khan. They were simply amazing. I believe this will be my final heads up for this chapter: I'm not sure if my updates will always be this frequent or long, so keep that in mind. I babysit during the school week while trying to balance homework from my college classes, as well as attempting to reside as president of my school's science club and captain of the varsity quizbowl team. I've had today to update because of Thanksgiving. I'm hoping to update at least once every day, at least up until Christmas, I'm just not sure how long the chapters will be, especially on Thursdays (quizbowl and science club day, aka my only day off from babysitting). Sorry for the excessive AN, if you read it all I salute you. Love you, fantasticats! Don't forget to review! ~chrissym453