I pulled into the driveway of Skyler's parents' home. I looked over and saw Skyler asleep. I smiled and gently woke her up. She yawned and smiled at me.

     "We're here," I said.

     "Yay," She smiled and we both got out of the car and grabbed out luggage. We were here for Christmas. We walked up to the door and rang the doorbell. Skyler's dad opened the door and smiled at us.

     "Hey, Miro. Hey, Sky," He said smiling.

     "Hey, Mr. Smith," I smiled.

     "Hey, Dad," Skyler said holding my hand.

     "Do you guys need help with your luggage," He asked.

     "I think we're good," Skyler said. We walked inside. Skyler led me up the stairs to her old bedroom. She opened the door and smiled. 

     She over to an empty corner of her room and opened her suitcase. She got some clothes out and changed. As she did that I looked around briefly. On her dresser was a framed picture of Skyler in her high school hockey equipment. I saw something on the wall that stood out. A picture of me framed. I smiled.

     "What's this?" I asked smiling.

     "Huh? O-Oh," She blushed. I smiled and kissed her.