I'll be home for Christmas by Michael Buble 

I'll be home for Christmas, you can plan on me, please have some snow and mistletoe and presents by the tree.

Trigger warning: A Christmas special uploaded in the middle of July!! — I'm sorry guys

"This should not be so fucking hard." I groan. "Just pick something random and go with it." Wyatt groans, all of them sick and tired of shopping for a Christmas present for Grayson. I've got everyone else something but I can't seem to choose anything suitable for him.

"You already have a bag full of gifts." Hayden sighs, lugging about his own bags of gifts for his parents and supposed 'Girlfriend' we're all yet to meet.

It's true, I have an entire bag of just gifts for him. Designer underwear, pj's, a new tie, 5 of his favourite artists vinyls, a watch, a set of crystal whiskey glasses and some sunglasses. But none of it feels right.

"I'll know when I find it." I assure them. "You've been searching 4 hours. My back hurts lugging about my bags." Wyatt complains.

"I told you that you guys could leave if you wanted, Rachel already did." I shrug unbothered.

"But you promised us that if we stayed then you'd buy us dinner." Maddie groans. "And that offer stands, but only if you quit the complaining." I glare at Wyatt in particular who is sulking like a child.

"Does this guy have like no hobbies you can buy into?" Hayden complains. "He has plenty of hobbies, but the second he showed interest in any of them his Grandfather built him an entire fucking room in that mansion with a lifetime supply of the hobby." I snap furiously.

"That old guy is ruining my day." Maddie mutters. "Well he's ruined mine several times and I've met him like once." I snivel.

"Look if Grayson saw how long you've spent shopping for him he'd be grateful." Maddie tells me calmly.

"He said something about his camera lens being broken, let's go to the camera store." I decide, my voice being echoed by three loud and very much bored groans.

Grayson.

"How is this so hard?" I growl, "You have a bag full of stuff, surely that's enough?" Nash raises a brow.

"I could buy this entire mall and it would never be enough for her." I say truthfully.

As it stands, I've bought her a rug for her bedroom at school having remembered her room was bare, bunny slippers that Avery and Libby assured me she would love, a curling iron, earrings, perfume and some sort of lipstick.

"Trust me. This is what she wants!" Jameson assures me, holding up some bright red lingerie designed to look like Santa Claus, a rather disturbing thought considering Santa is for children and this is most definitely not for children. "Why would she want that?" I grimace.

"So she can match her sister." Jameson smirks, placing his chin on Avery's shoulder and squeezing her hips.

"Jamie!" Avery warns through gritted teeth. "What?" He frowns. "If you bought me that shit you should think again." She scoffs a laugh.

"Come on, you'd look so hot." He teases, kissing her cheek. "You know who else would look hot wearing it?" Avery smirks, "Who?" My brother growls. "You." She smiles proudly.

His proud face immediately shrivels up with disgust, "Always got to ruin it." He shakes his head with shame. "If you gift me that then you'll be the first to try it on." She smiles sweetly and kisses his cheek menacingly.

Regardless of their debacle, I pick up some pale pink lingerie that are a little less perverted than the Santa ones and buy it whilst everyone else is distracted. 

"Can we please go home now? The smell of gingerbread is making me nauseous, my head hurts from all these Christmas lights and I swear that nutcracker just blinked." Jameson begs dramatically, pointing to the 15 foot tall nutcracker towering over us.

"Yeah if that Santa Claus asks me to sit on his lap one more time I think I'll file a report for harassment." Xander shivers.

"I need to get her something perfect." I reinstate. "But Gray, you're perfect enough for her." Jameson teases sincerely, pinching my cheek and earning a prompt swat to the hand.

 "She said something the other day about needing new ballet tights. Anyone know if there's a dance store around here?" I sigh.

Paris.

"I know what to get him." I smile joyfully midway through dinner. "About time. What is it?" Wyatt sasses.

I stand up from the table and jog out of the restaurant, crossing the road and reentering the mall where minimal stores are still open. I find the travel store just closing their doors and beg them to wait. The walls are adorned head to two with vacation magazines and deal offers. 

"I'll be quick I swear." I plead, the lady closing the door stops and lets me in, locking the door behind me.

"Only because it's two days until Christmas." She hums as she rounds the counter.

"I need an open ended flight ticket." 

Grayson.

"We need to go to the airport. I know what to get her." I announce as we're driving home, Nash rolls his eyes from the drivers seat and takes the next turn.

(a/n. Yes this was a very short christmas chapter that was very much uploaded in july. And yes the next few chapters are set at christmas time. I was aiming to have the timelines sort of line up a little but that would mean waiting 6 months before updating and that's just too long to wait, I wish I could say you cam skip the next ones but they're pretty important to the plot, thanks for reading this tiny little filler chapter)