I'm back, and it's the moment you've been begging for since I started this story! XD! Well, I'll let you see for yourself! I hope you enjoy Review time!
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Skylar, Oliver, and the Snowstorm
"Hello, folks!" barks Amicus, jumping into Evie's chair, "I'm taking over, because Evie got a cold from staring through lovers' windows in the snow storm!"
"W-was n-not." Evie retorts, through chattering teeth.
"Anyways," says Amicus, annoyed she has been interrupted, "We have saved the best for last! Today, we're invading the privacy of-I mean, looking in on my good friends Skylar and Oliver! Hooray! And a special surprise, we're putting this to music! Hit it Buster!"
Buster turns on the radio, which immediately blasts 'Let it Snow.' He winks at Amicus, and heads back into the breakroom.
"This is a songfic, for the song 'Let it Snow!'" cheers Amicus.
Rita (Oliver and Company) snaps her claws, and a snow storm immediately begins to start up outside the country cottage's window.
"Now, let's not waste any time." Continues Amicus, "We don't want to miss the moment! So, without further ado, out story! I'll narrate the song lyrics…"
Oh the weather outside is frightful…
Skylar sat on the bus, staring out the ice-encrusted window at the snowstorm that raged on around her. She was glad the bus was heated, because it looked pretty bad out there. As some people hurried by the bus, on the sidewalk, their hats blowing off, and scarves whipping in the wind, Skylar couldn't help but feel bad for them. She also had to wonder how they could be so stupid as to walk in this weather. Oh well, there were always people like that.
Skylar tugged on her coat, the cold managing to seep through her clothes, even on the bus. After all, on Caldera, 3000 degrees was cold. Here, she was freezing.
Despite the stormy weather that would usually bring down a person's spirits, Skylar couldn't help but smile. She couldn't help but smile because she couldn't stop thinking about where she was going, and what she would soon be doing.
After Oliver's mom got arrested, Oliver was allowed to live alone. He was pretty mature, so it was decided he could handle himself. Well, Kaz went out of town with his family to celebrate the holidays, (though Skylar couldn't imagine he was too happy about it) and Oliver didn't want to spend Christmas alone. Skylar had offered to come over, so he wouldn't feel lonely.
Skylar couldn't help but feel super excited. She was going to be spending Christmas, alone, with Oliver!
Skylar blushed. She didn't know why she felt so eager for the bus to pull up in front of his house, but she was.
Skylar drummed her fingers against the seat in front of her, and tapped her feet on the floor, excitement giving way to energy. The bus couldn't be taking any longer, in her opinion.
At last, the bus pulled up in front of Oliver's house, and Skylar rushed out. Walking up to the house, she told herself not to expect much. She didn't want to get her hopes up, only to find out Oliver didn't decorate or something since his mother was in jail. She was here for Oliver, as a friend, she had to remind herself.
She walked up to the front step, knocked on the door, and waited. Almost instantly, Oliver opened the door, and let her in.
Oliver was stunned when he saw her. She was wearing a similar dress to the one she'd worn to the school dance when she was, well, evil. It was red, except this one had a white furry trimming at the dress's hem. She was wearing white gloves, and her hair was tied back in a white hair scrunchy to match. She had on a knit, green jacket that tied the look together perfectly. In Oliver's opinion, she looked beautiful, and he immediately felt like he should've dressed a little nicer. He was wearing a dress shirt and everything, but seeing her made him want to look the best he could be.
Skylar grinned, and entered the room. She was surprised to find Oliver actually had decorated. There were some Christmas books on the table, and a fake tree with ornaments was in the corner. Red and green doilies were placed along the top of couches, giving them a very festive look. Skylar smiled. Oliver had really done well, on his own. The only thing she noticed that made her sad was, hung above the chimney, was one, lone stocking.
Skylar turned to Oliver, and gave him a look. "Oh!" he exclaimed, "Yeah, I figured I should decorate even if my mom is…you know." He sighed, and Skylar gave him a sympathetic look. "I'm glad I did, though, because you're here!"
Oliver immediately blushed after what he said, and Skylar laughed. "Well, I'm happy to be here!"
The two sat down on a couch, and just stared at each other, awkwardly for a while. Oliver hadn't really planned anything, dinner was still cooking, and he was pretty sure just looking at Skylar would make him say something extremely awkward. At the same time, Skylar didn't know what was appropriate to say. She hadn't had a Christmas before, and she didn't know what might make Oliver sad, or think about his mom. She decided to start from the beginning, then.
"So, I've never had a Christmas before." Said Skylar.
"You're kidding!" said Oliver, "Christmas is the best day of the year! You bake cookies, and go caroling, and all sorts of fun stuff. I remember when I was little, my mom always taking me to see-" he paused, all of a suddenly, and a sad look crossed his eyes, "Santa." He said, softly, "She took me to see Santa. Just me and her, since Dad wasn't around."
Skylar took his hand, and gave him a meaningful look. She didn't know what to say. "I-I'm sorry…" she murmured.
"No, it isn't your fault." Said Oliver. He knew he wouldn't be able to keep himself together.
But the fire is so delightful…
They went back to sitting in silence for a while, until Oliver noticed Skylar was shivering a little. "Hey, are you cold?" he asked, concerned.
Skylar gave a tiny nod, biting her lip. "L-let's just say it's a lot colder here than on Caldera."
Oliver took a green and red blanket, and wrapped it around her. She smiled, but still looked cold. Oliver looked around for something that could help, when his eyes caught on the perfect 'something.'
"Oh, well, here!" said Oliver. He quickly got up and put some logs on the fire. "I'll just light a fire."
Skylar smiled, and nodded. She felt warm in no time, as Oliver sat back down beside her, and wrapped an arm around her.
But since we've no place to go, let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
"But, uh, you were saying?" asked Oliver, "About your first Christmas?"
"Oh, yeah." Said Skylar, careful to choose her words. "Back on Caldera there was no Santa, or snow, or ornaments and lights. Reindeer would've quickly been barbeque." To Oliver's surprise, she said this in dead seriousness. "The most we did was build a lava man, or make lava-angels, or-"
"I get it, lots of lava." Said Oliver, laughing. Skylar grinned. She was glad to hear him laugh.
"Yeah…" she said, and her smile slowly turned to a frown. "I don't think I'd even be doing anything if I weren't here."
"Then let it snow!" said Oliver, jokingly quoting the old song, "We're staying in!"
Skylar gave a tiny smile. "I'm glad you wanted me over. I mean, what other hero would want to hang out with the powerless hero?"
Oliver took her hand, and looked into her eyes, seriously. "I would." He said. Skylar quickly felt that Oliver was enough.
It doesn't show signs of stopping…
They stayed like that, just staring into each other's eyes for a long time, before, suddenly, the power went out. Skylar gripped Oliver's arm in surprise, causing tingles to run up his arm.
"No worries." Said Oliver, "I have candles."
By the light of the fire, Oliver went into the kitchen, grabbed some candles, and came back. He placed some on the table in front of them, and some in the kitchen. He also lit a candelabra in the dining room, where they'd be eating.
Skylar smiled. There was something cozy and romantic about a room full of candles. "Well, I guess since the oven's no longer work, we might as well have dinner."
And I brought some corn for popping…
"Wait," said Oliver, "I thought we could have an appetizer first." He winked at her, went back into the kitchen, and came back with a pot and a pack of popcorn. "What do you think? We could pop it over a fire, like in the olden days, before the microwaves!"
Skylar laughed, and took the bag. She opened it, and poured it into Oliver's pot. He placed the pot over the fire, and waited for it to pop.
It was taking a while, so Skylar took her phone, and went to a Christmas radio station. Good thing it was charged!
The first song that played was 'Jingle Bell Rock.' Oliver grinned, and then started dancing around, goofily. Skylar laughed. She knew Oliver could dance, so he was probably joking around. He quickly took her hand, pulled her up, and soon the two were jumping and spinning around the living room, just having a great time.
The lights are turned way down low…
The popcorn still wasn't popping, so they decided they'd dance to the next song that came on, too. Though, this song surprised them. Instead of another happy, goofy song like 'Jingle Bell Rock,' the song that played was, 'Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas.' A slow song.
At first, Skylar didn't know how to react. This wasn't a song to just jump around too, but with the candles and the mood, she was nervous to do the dance that went with the song. Before she could change the radio station, Oliver held his hand out. "May I have this dance?" He smiled, to let her know he wasn't too serious.
His smile melted away her doubt, and soon she'd taken his hand, and started to slow dance.
Have yourself, a merry, little Christmas…let your heart, be light…from now on, our troubles will be out, of sight…
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
Skylar sighed, simultaneously, with Oliver. The two felt they could relate to the song, the tiniest bit. Who they are, or what had happened didn't matter, at least not right now. Right now they were together, and that's all that mattered.
Skylar leaned her head on Oliver's chest, and could hear his heart beating fast. It was that loud. Skylar giggled, and Oliver blushed. Though he couldn't help but think that this was the best moment of his life.
When the song finally ended, both, though they wouldn't say it, were disappointed. "Well…" said Oliver, awkwardly. "That was fun. Should we have dinner?"
"Sure!" said Skylar, faking cheerfulness. She still felt disappointed the song was over. "I've been wondering what fruit cake tastes like."
Oliver laughed. "I'll give you a hint: not that good."
"Thanks for the tip." Said Skylar, laughing, as they sat at the table. Oliver really had pulled out all the stocks. Skylar felt bad he spent so much time on just her. There was turkey, cranberry sauce, green pea salad, twice baked potatoes, and for dessert, frosted sugar cookies. Skylar grinned. It all looked so good.
"You didn't need to go through so much trouble-" Skylar started to say, before Oliver interrupted her.
"Of course I did, you were coming!" He laughed, and she blushed.
"I'm not that high maintenance, am I?" teased Skylar.
Oliver sat down, and Skylar looked at the table. There were red and green place mats, and fancy china. Oliver obviously wanted to give Skylar a great first Christmas. There were two other place settings, one next to Oliver, and one across from him. Skylar made a quick choice, and sat beside Oliver.
As the two ate, both consumed in their own thoughts, Skylar tried to think of something to say. "So…I wonder what Boji and Fang are doing?"
(Flash to: What Boji and Fang are doing!)
Down a long, dark hall in Mighty Med, at the very back of the hospital, undisturbed, was a hospital bedroom. It hadn't been used in a while, until now.
A cheery fire roared, decked in garlands and poinsettias. A wreath of holly hung from the mirror above the fireplace. Two stockings were hung, and a little Christmas scene was played out in statues on the mantelpiece.
At the foot of the fire was a green and red dog bed, large enough for two, with a platter of steak in the center.
Sitting on either side of this steak were two wolves. Boji, with a green and red plaid bow around her ear, and Fang, with a Santa hat on his head.
Once the two finished the steak (they made quick work of it) Boji said, "Close your eyes."
Fang closed his eyes, and Boji slid a bone in front of him, with a bow tied around it. "Merry Christmas, Fang." Said Boji, nuzzling her mate's ear.
Fang placed a paw on Boji's paw, and licked her cheek. "Merry Christmas, Boji."
(Flash back: to Oliver and Skylar)
"Meh." Said Oliver, "They're wolves. I bet they're just chasing their tails, and drinking out of the toilet."
Skylar giggled, as they finished their meal. "I'll clean up here." Offered Oliver.
"Oh, I can help too!" said Skylar, standing up, but Oliver ushered her to sit back down.
"No, it's fine! You're my guest!" insisted Oliver.
"No really, it's okay!" said Skylar, grabbing a plate and standing up. Soon, they were both heading to the kitchen together.
Suddenly, Skylar stopped. They were both standing in the doorway to the kitchen, so this was a little unexpected.
'"What is it?" asked Oliver, as he put his plate on the counter. The counter was right by the doorway, so he didn't even have to move. He really hoped she didn't see ants, and was grossed out or something. He didn't want anything to ruin the night.
When we finally kiss goodnight…
Skylar bit her lip, and pointed up. Oliver was beginning to have a memory of something, though he didn't fully remember until he looked up. "Mistletoe." He barely breathed the words, but it was at that moment he remembered that he hung it up. He wasn't sure why, since he didn't have anyone to kiss…until now. Maybe a part of him had subconsciously hoped, because now he was under the mistletoe. With Skylar. His dream girl.
Oliver gulped, and his mouth suddenly went dry. He had brushed his teeth before she came, but now he felt like he should've swallowed a gallon of mouthwash. "D-do you, you know, want to? I mean, uh…"
Skylar grinned, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He gently placed a hand on her neck, without thinking. Skylar leaned in, and soon they had locked their lips.
The moment felt endless. They swayed from side to side slightly, as though in some kind off odd slow dance, never breaking their lip contact.
Suddenly, Skylar's phone-radio started blasting another Christmassy song, to their surprise.
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
How I'll hate going out in the cold…
Suddenly, all Skylar wanted to do was stay. It occurred to her she would be leaving soon, but she didn't want to go out in the cold, and leave Oliver. She had never known a time when she felt so good, so right, and by the expression on Oliver's face, he felt the same way. Still, as they kissed, she realized this was serious. Whether or not the goofily-romantic way they'd been acting all night was real or not, one thing was for sure. This was real. This was serious, and this was an important choice she'd made. The ultimate Christmas gift.
When Skylar finally pulled back, she placed a hand on his chest, and just stared at her hand, breathing heavily. It only at that moment occurred to her she'd been holding her breath. Slowly, though, she looked up, until she was staring into his eyes.
But if you really hold me tight…
Suddenly, without thinking, Oliver threw his arms around Skylar, and held her close. Skylar let out a tiny gasp, but soon wrapped her arms around him. Oliver wasn't even sure why he was hugging her, but neither wanted to let go.
All the way home I'll be warm!
Oliver soon realized having her here made this the best Christmas ever. A warm rush flooded through his body, one that had been replaced by an icy chill when his mother went to jail.
"Why aren't you letting go?" whispered Oliver. Up until then, Skylar hadn't shown much interest in Oliver.
"Because I'm afraid I'll lose you." She whispered back.
Her words were some of the sweetest things he'd heard, or felt in his heart, since his mother had been taken away, and soon he was leaning in to kiss her again.
The cleaning had been forgotten.
The fire is slowly dying…
As the night passed, the two had been sitting on the couch, in front of the fire, getting their romance on. But as the night began to give way to midnight, the fire began to die out, and the power went back on. They were no longer snowed in, the streets were eventually semi-cleared, and the snow on the power lines had melted.
Skylar felt unhappy. Now the lights were on, and honking horns and skidding tires could be heard from the street. Soon her bus would be back to pick her up. But for a moment, just one beautiful moment, popping popcorn, roasting marshmallows (they did that later in the night), lighting candles, dancing, and talking, they'd managed to slip into the past, and remember what Christmas was really all about. Spending time with the ones you love.
And my dear, we're still goodbye-ing…
Oliver held the door open, and Skylar began to step out, the cold air hitting her in the face, and turning her nose red. "This was really, really fun." Said Oliver, almost at a loss for words. Seriously, this had escalated from zero to one hundred in the course of one night. It felt like all his dreams had come true!
Skylar smiled, and nodded. She, too, was at a loss for words. "So…I guess…good night. Merry Christmas." Said Skylar, as she walked down the front steps, where she'd wait at the curb for her bus.
But as long as you love me so…
As Oliver was closing the door, Skylar suddenly turned back around, ran up the steps, and threw herself into Oliver's arms. A smile broke across Oliver's face, as he wrapped his arms around her.
"Thank you," whispered Skylar, "For giving me the best Christmas ever."
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
They stayed that way, until they heard the doors of the bus swish open at the curb. "You gettin' in, hon?" asked the bus driver.
"Oh, yes." said Skylar, dashing down the steps, and to the bus. As she climbed up the steps into the bus, she winked, and waved to Oliver, before the doors closed.
"No." whispered Oliver, "Thanks for giving me the best gift ever."
Aww! That was romantic, wasn't it? Well, I hope you enjoyed the last of my one-shot series! Which was your favorite? Are you going to miss Evie, the narrator? Well, it ain't over yet! I still got a big ending planned! Bye!