malia's POV

The sun streamed through my windows, blinding me as I woke up. Christmas. That means there's a tree with gifts under it. I hate when people say Santa Claus doesn't exist. I like to believe that if you believe in something, it's real. So if I believe in Santa, which I do, so he's real to me. If you don't, thats fine, he's just not real to you.

I rolled out of my bed. Literally. My back hurts from hitting the floor. Bad idea. I hurry to my parents room with my portable speaker and phone. I try not to look at the tree. I don't know why but I try not to look at the tree. I like the anticipation of what's under there. I attach my phone to the speaker and turn it to full volume. I decide to turn on my favorite band and let my parents wake up to the music.

"I walk a lonely road. The only one I have ever known,"

"Don't know where it goes. But it's home to me and I walk alone,"

My parents immediatley wake up to the loud sound of 'Boulevard of Broken Dreams' by Green Day.

"Merry Christmas!" I announce smiling like an idiot. We spend the rest of the morning opening presents and doing stupid things and breaking things like the nut jobs we are. I decide instead of messaging Dylan, to call him.

"Dylan! MERRY CHRISTMAS!"

"Merry Christmas Malia,"

"How's your morning?"

"Pretty good, pretty good,"

"Did you get anything cool?"

"Some stuff, you?"

"I got Sebastian Stan."

"Are you serious?"

"No of course not, that would be weird."

"Ok, well, what did you get?"

"Art supplies mostly. I also got a ton of gift cards, clothing, and a record player with some vinyls."

"Gift cards are common with everyone. I mostly just got music,"

"Gift cards are awesome though! I always end up saving them so I have so many."

"How many do you have?"

"213."

"WHAT?! and you haven't even used them?"

"Saving them for something amazing."

"You're crazy. What else should I know about you?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow, how about that?"

"Over messaging or on the phone again?"

"We'll see. you can't see me but I'm winking."

"You're weird, in a good way."

"I don't want to distract you, Merry Christmas Dylan."

"Merry Christmas Malia."

//my cat is a ginger exotic shorthair and he's distracting me from writing. xoxo Jill