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All I Want for Christmas Is You
Summary: Alyson and Mark are best friends. Unfortunately, Aly is totally in the dark about Mark’s feelings for her, and her feelings for him! But with a little help from a scheming cousin and a Christmas party fight, Aly may soon see the light. (WARNING: Clichéd Fluff.)
Character Descriptions
Alyson Lee: Age 19, College Junior at ACU (Alexandra Charleston University). Asian (Black hair, brown eyes). Short (5 foot 5). Bubbly, loves to party. Hates being lied to. She’s a Journalism major who’s somewhat easily deceived.
Mark Davidson: Age 19, College Junior at ACU. Mostly Canadian plus other various ethnicities. Black hair, green eyes. Tall (6 foot 2). Somewhat quiet, okay with partying. Great liar. He could be an actor, the way he pretends he wants to just be friends with Aly. He’s a Journalism major as well.
Kayla Bellanger: Age 23, Advertising Agent. Mostly Canadian with a little bit of who-knows-what (she comes from Mark’s mom’s side). Brunette hair, hazel eyes. Tall (5 foot 9). Extremely friendly, very affectionate. Loves helping hooking people up.
Pronounciations
AL-E-SEN LEE
MARK DAY-VID-SEN
KAY-LUH BUH-LAN-JER
Mark smiled back. He was definitely ready for a break from his (and Alyson’s) junior year at Alexandra Charleston University, or ACU. “Ready for our first holiday party?” he asked, his own sable hair falling into his face.
“You betcha!” she responded. “Where to? Who’s the host? Details, please!”
Mark rolled his eyes. “It’s at my cousin’s house. It’s her housewarming party. She graduated from ACU 2 years ago.”
“Cool,” Alyson replied. “Mine or yours?”
“Let’s take mine, Aly,” Mark answered, his green eyes sparkling with stifled laughter. “You’re a crazy driver, although it’s probably in your blood.”
“Hey!” Alyson responded indignantly, slapping Mark’s arm.
“Ow,” he moaned dramatically. “It’s true.”
“Stop being so dramatic,” Alyson replied. “And race ya!”
Alyson had already zoomed towards the car. She may have been small at her stature of 5 foot 5, but she was fast. Mark was a tall (6 foot 2) athlete (track star, actually) but he still had some trouble catching up to his friend.
Laughing, he past her and unlocked his car, slipping into the driver’s seat. By the time he had started the car, Alyson had already bounced into the front passenger seat.
“So,” she said, moving her head to the music on the car radio. “Are we dressed alright?”
“For this housewarming party?” Mark answered. “Definitely.”
“Cool beans,” Aly answered, still dancing to “Maneater.”
Mark rolled his eyes. “I don’t understand why you like this song so much.”
“SSSHHH,” she chided loudly.
Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cords
make you fall, real hard in love
After hearing the song so many times (it should’ve been Alyson’s theme song, the way she listened to it so much), Mark knew the lyrics. And in some ways, he felt the lyrics described his best friend who he was secretly in love with.
He stole a glance at her as she sang (granted, quite horribly) the song along with Nelly, and Mark smiled.
And when she walks she walks with passion
when she talks, she talks like she can handle it
when she asks for something boy she means it
even if you never ever seen it
everybody get your necks to crack around
all you crazy people come on jump around
you doing anything to keep her by your side
because, she said she love you, love you long time!
Mark couldn’t help but think that the song had some truth to it—he would do anything to keep Alyson by his side. Of course, Alyson didn’t know this, as she so obviously showed as oblivious to Mark’s feelings, she kept on singing (quite painfully for Mark’s ears).
As the song ended, Mark had to say that this was the one part he couldn’t agree with. Despite the love he felt for Alyson was unrequited, he was glad to know her and be her best friend.
Wish you never ever met her at all!
Never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
you wish you never ever met her at all!
“It’s weird that they’re playing this song,” Mark commented.
“Why’s that?” Alyson asked. “This station always plays this song.”
“It’s Christmas time, Aly. Y’know, they play CHRISTMAS SONGS?”
“Oh HAHAHA yah that’s right,” she replied, just as indeed, “Jingle Bell Rock” came on.
Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun
Now the jingle hop has begun
Alyson hummed this time, not knowing the words. Instead it was Mark who sang.
“You have a nice voice, Mark,” Alyson told him. “I don’t understand why you don’t join some choir or something.”
“I already told you, Aly,” Mark answered exasperatedly, “I’m not a performing arts person.”
“Still,” she retorted, pouting. “You should.”
She flashed her puppy-dog eyes at him, and he glanced at her for a moment before looking back at the road and rolling his eyes.
“Aly, you’ve flashed that look way too many times at me for it to still be effective anymore,” he answered. Still, Mark was thinking of possible choirs to join.
“Fine,” she answered snippily as Mark started harmonizing.
What a bright time, it's the right time
To rock the night away
Jingle bell time is a swell time
To go gliding in a one-horse sleigh
Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet
Jingle around the clock
Mix and a-mingle in the jingling feet
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell,
That's the jingle bell rock.
But Alyson could never say mad for a long time so as the song ended, she asked impatiently, “Are we there yet?”
“Actually,” Mark answered, pulling into a spot by the curb. “We are.”
Alyson immediately rushed out of the car and waited as Mark took his time going out slowly.
“Hurry up!” she whined.
Smirking, Mark continued at the same pace, finally starting to walk toward the house after an hour (seemingly).
“Finally,” Alyson groaned.
They started walking towards the loudest house, the outside cluttered with lights and lawn ornaments, the inside filled with bright light and party music.
“So tell me about this cousin of yours,” Alyson asked, skipping backwards, facing Mark. “Is she tall like you? If so, are all her friends tall? Because I don’t like being a midget, you know,” she told him with mock seriousness before grinning broadly.
“Yes, she’s tall. No, not all of her friends are tall—in fact she has a friend who’s 5’3” or so, shorter than you. So you won’t be the shortest one there,” Mark answered exasperatedly.
“YES!” Alyson screeched, whooping cheerfully as Mark rang the doorbell.
A tall sullen-looking guy opened the door.
“Hey Paul,” Mark said brightly.
Paul grunted and let Mark and Alyson in.
As they were further in the house, Alyson asked, “Who’s Paul?”
“Paul’s one of my cousin’s roommates. She’s living her with another girl and another guy, plus Paul.”
“I see,” Alyson answered. “Wait… Were we supposed to bring a housewarming gift?”
“Nah,” Mark answered. “Coming here was enough of a gift for my coz. She’s in the advertising business, so it’s bound to be a loud party tonight.”
“My favorite kind,” Alyson replied happily.
“Mark!” a voice rang out. Mark whipped his head toward the voice and seeing who it was, made a split second decision as Alyson asked, “Who’s calling you?”
“Must be my girlfriend,” Mark replied.
“You have a girlfriend?” Alyson asked indignantly. Mark brightened at the sight of her slightly mad face. She slapped his muscled arm. “Why didn’t you tell me? I thought we’re best friends here.”
“Uh… well she’s recently acquired?” Mark answered.
“Then you definitely should’ve told me,” Alyson retorted huffily.
The woman had finally reached them, and she switched her gaze between the sheepish-looking Mark and the pouting Alyson.
“You must be the wonderful Aly,” the 5 foot 9 brunette declared, her green eyes sparkling.
“Yah,” Aly answered brightly, now smiling. “Sorry I don’t know who you are…”
“Oh,” the brunette answered. “Sorry, I’m Kayla, Mark’s co--” Mark shot Kayla a look before interrupting, “Girlfriend.”
Kayla looked at Mark quizzically.
“Anyways, I’ve heard so much about you, Alyson! I’m glad to finally meet you,” Kayla told the petite brown-eyed Aly.
“Well I’m happy to meet you too, though I can’t say I’ve heard a lot about you,” she replied, glaring at Mark.
“Oh really?” Kayla asked. “Hah, that’s funny. So Aly, I heard you love to party.”
Aly laughed (albeit a crazy, unique laugh). “Yah, I guess that’s true. But er… that’s not my only ‘hobby.’”
“I would hope so,” Kayla replied, smiling. “You’re a Journalism major like Mark, right?”
“Right,” Aly replied. “But trust me, I don’t stick to only reading the papers. I also enjoy reading er… stories from um…” Alyson hesitated before whispering, “Fiction-Net.” (1)
“Oh my gawd, seriously?” Kayla asked, her mouth open. Alyson nodded. “Me too! Fiction-Net is so awesome! What genres do you like reading?”
“Eh…” Alyson hesitated again. “Truthfully?” she asked. “Romance.”
Kayla laughed. “Seriously? Me too!” She laughed again, this time Alyson joining her.
Mark looked awkward standing nearby, excluded from the conversation.
“What’s your favorite story?” Kayla asked.
“Well, I don’t know about my favorite story, per se,” Alyson started, “but my favorite author would have to be maylily21.” (2)
“You’re kidding!” Kayla replied.
“No,” Alyson answered. “Why?”
“Well um… I’m maylily21,” Kayla told her.
“No way! Oh my gawd! Are you serious?” Alyson asked incredulously.
“Dead serious,” Kayla answered. “Who are you, then?”
“I’m lilaznhpfan,” (3) Alyson replied.
“No way!” Kayla screamed. “You’re like, my favorite reviewer! And I love your stories as well!”
“Thanks,” Alyson said, blushing. “I think that your Class and Sass (4) was the best, though.”
“Thanks!” Kayla screeched. “I liked that one too.”
The two girls then launched into a discussion of their favorite Fiction-Net stories and authors. Mark, getting bored, wandered over to the kitchen for food.
After Mark pigged out on chips for a while, Alyson came over. “There you are! What are you doing over here? Go hang out with your girlfriend!”
Mark swallowed a chip whole at Alyson’s demand, causing him to choke. Alyson had to thump his back repeatedly before he could start breathing properly again.
“Um… about that girlfriend thing, Aly,” Mark started.
“Yah?” Alyson asked quizzically.
“Um… Kayla’s not actually my girlfriend, per se,” Mark stated. He held in his breath.
“What do you mean?” Alyson asked dangerously. Her cheeks started to look pinkish, and her normally happy brown eyes were narrowed.
“Um… Kayla’s my er… cousin……”
“WHAT?!”
“Um… yeah… the cousin who uh… lives here,” Mark continued.
“WHAT?!” Alyson screeched again.
Mark cringed.
“Why’d you tell me she was your girlfriend, huh? She’s your cousin, for crying out loud! Why did you lie to me, Mark! You know I don’t like it when people lie to me!!”
“Well… I… uh…”
“I cannot believe you, Mark! You know what? Don’t bother waiting for me, Davidson. I’ll get a ride home from someone else.”
And before Mark could explain himself (although that would be a very awkward situation if he did), Alyson stormed out while Mark gaped after her.
You are such an idiot, Mark’s inner voice told him.
Shut up.
Great now you’re talking to yourself in your head. Good job.
SHUT UP.
Nananananananana, I don’t think so.
SHUT UP!!
Mark stopped talking to himself and went to find Kayla.
When he found her she was chatting amiably with Paul, who wasn’t saying much at all. Knowing he was being rude but deciding his current situation qualified as a crisis, he said “Excuse me” to Paul and dragged Kayla away.
“What are you doing, Markie?” Kayla asked indignantly. “And why did you tell Aly I was your girlfriend? I thought you liked her!”
“SSHH,” Mark hissed. “1: Don’t call me Markie, LaLa, 2: So I could see if she was jealous so then I could see if she liked me or not, and 3: yes I do and don’t talk so loudly!”
“1: Don’t call me LaLa, Markie,” Kayla retorted, “2: That’s extremely dumb and I can’t believe I’m related to you, and 3: Just tell her you like her and I do NOT talk loudly!”
“How is it dumb?” Mark asked, stopping the numbers thing.
“It just is,” Kayla insisted. “If she ever liked you she would’ve been totally discouraged once you said you had a girlfriend. Plus, no one likes people lying to them, and I’m assuming you told her the truth by now?”
“Yes,” Mark mumbled.
“Well what are you still doing standing here, Markie?”
Mark was so depressed and confused at the same time he ignored the Markie thing.
“Huh?”
“Go get her!”
“What?”
“You are such a bloody thick-headed GIT, coz,” Kayla said, rolling her eyes. “I know you want Alyson. You love her, for crying out loud! So go out there and apologize to her, and tell her how you feel! It’s Christmas break. Take some risks, Markie. Go be alive.”
Mark took a deep breath and looked down at his cousin. “You know what, LaLa? You’re right. I need to go and tell Aly how I feel.”
“That’s the spirit!” Kayla responded cheerfully.
So, taking another deep breath, he waved to his cousin as he started to weave through the crowd to search for Alyson. Before he disappeared from hearing range, however, he called out, “Oh and by the way, LaLa… you read too much Harry Potter.”
Now where would Aly go? Mark thought to himself.
Well she loves to party, his inner voice told him.
Oh there you go again.
Hey I’m helping you out here
Okay, fine, fine. So she loves to party. Now what?
So maybe she’s on the dance floor? Duh?
Oh. Right.
Mark trekked towards the living room, where all the dancing was going on. He scanned over the ground, but couldn’t spot Aly’s unique bob.
Nope, Mark thought dejectedly.
Well she’s pissed, right? But not stupid. So maybe she locked herself in a bathroom?
She’s pissed, not sad.
Geeze I try to help and you attack me!
Sorry.
You reallllllly have mental problems, I hope you know that.
Shut up.
You shut up. Anyways, so she’s pissed, maybe she needs some fresh air, maybe she’s OUTSIDE?
Ah. Good idea.
Mark directed his feet outside and spotted Aly sitting on the grassy ground near a bush just as “All I Want For Christmas Is You” started playing.
Nearing her, Mark sang along with Samantha Mumba (who was singing the version being played).
I don’t want a lot for Christmas
There’s just one thing I need
I don’t care about the presents
Underneath the Christmas tree
I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true…
All I want for Christmas is…
Aly stared at Mark with her big and beautiful brown eyes, the hint of a tear in one of them. Mark sat down on the ground next to her and whispered in her ear, “You.”
As the song played on, Mark wiped away the tear falling down her cheek with his thumb and looked into her dark eyes with his own electrifying green ones. Their ebony hair blended into the night as Mark told Alyson what she wanted: the truth.
“Aly… I’m sorry I lied to you… but I did it to see if you were jealous of me having a girlfriend. And I wanted to see if you were jealous of me having a girlfriend, Aly, because I think I’m in love with you. I don’t remember when these feelings started, but I do remember always feeling happy and complete when I’m around you, and I hate to see you so sad, Aly. I’m so sorry… sorry for hurting you, and sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, and sorry I’m making the situation kinda awkward right now…” Aly smiled slightly at this and as Mark was about to talk, she put her finger to his lips and he stopped.
“Mark… the truth is all I ever want, and you should know that because I’m majoring in Journalism.” The petite girl laughed softly for a bit before going on. “But I’m the one who should be sorry, Mark… I’m sorry I never noticed the signs you tried to give me, and I’m sorry for being such a moron. And I’m a moron because I didn’t realize something until I was out here, fuming and thinking.”
“And what was it that you realized?” Mark asked softly. His voice was calm and strong, but his heart beat faster as he waited for her response.
Aly leaned so close to Mark that their lips were almost touching. Mark felt shivers at being so close to her.
“This,” she whispered and she closed the gap so that her lips were smashed onto his, eagerly, hungrily. Mark was so taken by surprise that he had to quickly use his hands to fall back on, but by that point Aly’s arms had found their way around Mark’s neck and her hands were playing with his hair.
Mark then quickly pushed off his hands wrapped his arms around her, his fingers trailing up and down her spine. He could feel her shivering from his touch as the butterflies in his stomach soared with delight.
When they broke apart, the song was almost done. As Samantha sang the last line, Mark and Aly whispered in unison,
Baby, All I want for Christmas is You.
(2) maylily21 is one of my old usernames WHICH YOU CANNOT USE. Capisce?
(3) lilaznhpfan is one of my current usernames WHICH YOU ABSOLUTELY CANNOT USE, or else I will send the flying piggies after you. XD
(4) Class and Sass is a fictional fiction piece. XD If someone has a story by that title, I’m extremely sorry! You are free to use this title, as long as you credit it with seeing it by me first. XD
A/N: Sorry it's so predictable and fluffy, but this is my first one-shot (completed, at least.) Haha. Anyways, constructive criticism appreciated, but please don't be too mean. :)