Winter Break  is going to be the first short story. I know this is a oneshot book, but I feel if I made this into a oneshot it would be hurried love so that it would count as Garmau, and I hate hurried love in books (even though I might of accidentally done it in my first Garmau book). That's about all I need to cover. Enjoy my the first part of Winter Break.

~Aph's POV~

When my parents told me that over winter break I was going to London with 3 friends, I didn't believe a single word. But then I checked my mailbox at my dorm and there sat a letter from my parents. Guess what I found in that letter? A Christmas card from my parents and four plane tickets to London. And now here I am, with my three best friends, Katelyn, Kawaii-Chan, and Nicole, in the London. It's snowing like crazy outside, but since attending Julliard, I've gotten used to the cold weather. 

"Aphmau. Did you seriously bring your violin on vacation?" Katelyn asks. "I get that you love it as much as I love acting, but you shouldn't bring homework on vacation."

"Look, Mrs. Emmalyn is super strict with our practice journals and I need to practice at least thirty minutes every day." I reply.

"Katelyn-Sama is right, Aphmau-Senpai. Everyone knows that you don't take work on vacation, and that counts homework. Kawaii-Chan didn't even bring her pointe shoes!" Kawaii-Chan exclaims.

"Whatever, we are already here and it's not like I can just ship my violin back to New York." I say, but I see their smirks and know I just gave them an idea. "AND DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!"

They both sigh. "Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine." They both say. We all laugh and begin walking down toward the hotel. When we get there, we all quickly drop all our stuff and get the heck out of the hotel and toward the nearest McDonalds. Being the clumsy person I am, I trip. But instead of hitting the hard ground, I fall into someone's arms. I look up, expecting one of my friends to be there. But instead of my friends, I see a blonde haired, blue eyed man.

"H-hi." I say, lost in his eyes.

"H-hey." The man responds, his deep accented voice makes my face turn red.

"T-thanks for catching me." 

"O-oh, w-well, it's not a problem." He says. "By the way, my name is Garroth."

"M-mine i-is A-Aphm-mau." I respond. Then I realize that I'm still in his arms, so I quickly untangle myself. I look behind him and see my friends waving for me to come.

"Looks like my friends need me over there. Well thanks again for catching me." I put my hand out for him to shake it. Garroth shakes it, and I feel something being deposited into my hand. I walk towards my friends and I get bombarded with questions.

"WHO WAS THAT?" 

"WHAT'S HIS NAME?"

"IS HE BRITISH?"

"GUYS!" I say, and I look back to see him looking right at me, so I quickly turn back to my friends. "His name is Garroth and yes he is British." I then remember he put something in my hand. I open my hand to find a bunch of numbers scribbled on a paper. 

"WHAT'S THAT?" All of them say.

I look back at him and smile and blush. "It's his number."