My original fantasy of making out with Robert Finch was not under a bunch of evil mistletoe with the smell of alcohol still on his breath and him being in such a drunken state that he probably thought I was Tara, his ex girlfriend.

I mean, really! What was this? Gang up on Kat week? Gee, I must have missed that post-it note!

There were no more Christmas parties as far as I could tell, so that was a most definite plus in my life right now. Because I really needed to be kissed underneath the freaking mistletoe again.

Blissfully alone the morning after the party, I was just sipping the last remains of my coffee when the doorbell rang, followed by a loud, resounding knock.

"Coming!" I yelled. "SHIT!" I cursed to myself. In freaking pyjamas and all. I ran to my room and shoved on the first clothes I spotted.

Tripping awkwardly down the stairs I breathlessly opened the door and …

"D-dad?" I said, staring at the familiar guy in the doorway. It had been years; four years!

"Kat? Is that really you?" he asked.

I stared at my father dumbfounded. He came back! Oh my GOD! I knew it wouldn't work out with that pet store bitch and he would come back because mum is totally awesome and he'd miss me!

"Well, yeah," I said, still staring. I leaned forward to hug him; gosh, I'd missed him, and then an incredibly gorgeous woman with dark brown hair lightly streaked with blonde stepped up behind my dad and linked his arm with hers.

"Bok! Sjećate li se mi?" She said with a supermodel smile

"Yeah, you're Kaylee," I said. You ruined my life.

I saw her smile fade as she realized I could speak Croatian. Think you can insult me behind my back? Think again you little …

"I have –" dad began.

Oh no. You DO NOT have custody papers and are taking me to Croatia?

"Something –"

No! No! I'm not freaking going!

"To say; I'm really sorry for running away all those years ago, and Kaylee and I thought that we could, erm, celebrate Christmas with you."

"As one big happy family!" Kaylee added.

I blinked. Then again. Pinch me.

"Ummmm … okay," Mum will kill me. Her ex is in the house. I shall be Christmas dinner.

Surprisingly, when mum came home, she very calmly only threw several plates at my father and nearly turned Kaylee bald. It's fine now, though.

So began my Christmas hell. Did these people know that Christmas is on the freaking 25th?

It was strange, but before now, I'd never really thought of Kaylee as my step-mum.

But as I was putting on my Christmas dress on Christmas day for Christmas dinner, I realized maybe I should just accept her for what she was. A husband-stealing-bitch. Yep, my step-mum.

"Kat, why don't you wear that beautiful white dress again?" Mum asked as she passed through the bathroom.

"Mum," I said. "That dress is a skirt."

From there on in, everything ran pretty much smoothly. Mum avoided dad, dad avoided mum, Kaylee tried to win my respect, and I tried to crush Kaylee's spirit.

One big happy family!

"Kat, will you get us coffee?" Mum asked from the couch.

"Sure," I said, plans of poisoning Kaylee's coffee immediately springing to my mind. Maybe if I put some of our spare mistletoe crushed up into her mug.

"I'll help," Kaylee announced, getting up and fixing up her barely-there dress. What the hell did my dad see in this pet store owner turned cheerleader?

I think my eye actually twitched as my plans disintegrated before my eyes as Kaylee followed me into the kitchen.

"Take that," I irritably told Kaylee, thrusting a steaming cup of coffee into her delicate hands.

Balancing two mugs myself, I walked as far before Kaylee as I could, and spilled the coffee down the front of my Christmas dress as she stopped suddenly.

I peered over her shoulder to see that my mum and dad had found themselves underneath some mistletoe.

"Steven, we're old enough to break the tradition," mum said.

"And young enough not to care," my dad said, leaning in towards mum.

I blinked. Kaylee blinked. My parents started really kissing.

So what was that I was saying about mistletoe? Oh yeah, it is a damn thing, but it really shows you peoples true colours.

Tom is not really a friend. Robert Finch is not all that. Mum still loves dad. And one day, I'll get a wanted kiss underneath that damn mistletoe!

The End

A/N: Thanks guys for all the reviews! Merry Christmas to you all.