#while Bell just wanted to give their “best friend’’ a silly goofy gift for Christmas

[vadersdala]

💚 -- nate and janie, kacey and parker, max and kaeden, tristan and grayson, dominique and rosalyn

babes, under the cut & a merry christmas!

nate and janie

the barn was twinkling with the lights that she and jolene had strung up earlier that day. the real party was at town hall, where the carpenters were, but none of the party goers seemed to care. it was small; mostly nate’s siblings and henry and clara, clara’s older sister, caitlyn who janie vaguely knew of, tally edwards -who’d been living with nate for some time, jolene olsen, iris franklin, and a couple of nate’s friends she vaguely knew, but not really. they played christmas music, and nate and janie were in the center of the makeshift dance floor, laughing and swinging one another around as they went. red faced and breathless, they exited the floor with janie tugging her boyfriend’s arm as she was saying, “nate!” in a faux whine, “nate i want to give you your christmas gift!” she was saying, trying to shove him from behind to no avail. it was the christmas before they’d all leave for college, before jo would be murdered that may, before gracie would go into remission and janie would leave for pennsylvania to begin her life with eddy. it was a carefree moment when everything was right in the world of hawkins indiana. where tally and iris would begin dating, when caitlyn and jo exchanged gifts in the christmas tree lot outside the barn, when henry and clara would kiss and cringe at the idea of kissing anyone. and janie was trying to give nate a gift she had under the tree in the main house to no avail as he looked up and smirked at what was above their heads. “uh, uh, uh, nathaniel underwood, that’s not your christmas gift!” she jokingly chastised him and pointed her finger to his chest. “no!” giggling as he kissed her and she threw her arms around his neck. “nate, you’re such a dork!” she was laughing as he scooped her up, twirling her, causing her to shriek with laughter.

kacey and parker

it was a bit silly, since it was the two of them, but parker had gotten it for free at the farmer’s market, and how could parker resist? kacey hadn’t seemed to care one way or another that the girl had hung a sprig of mistletoe in their kitchen, and if parker was being honest, she’d forgotten about it soon after she’d hung it. parker had been making cookies - it was a new recipe she was trying, and while most people would experiment before deciding on making a batch for christmas cookie boxes, but that wasn’t parker rose adams. not at all. she was excited for her sister to get there, and she danced around the kitchen to christmas music, which her sister had teased was silly because they were jewish, but parker hadn’t cared less. parker loved christmas, and that was that! she had even forced kacey to decorate the tree with white and blue lights, had put a menorah in the living room window and had sung jingle bells at the top of her lungs while doing it. she was heading to the pantry as kacey had been moving into the kitchen and the two collided, causing the cookie plate she’d been holding to crash and skid across the floor. laughing, the two dropped to their knees, picking up their mess and grinning at one another. “ah well, no use crying over broken cookies,” she shrugged with a grin and put them on the plate. whipping her brow, she looked up and froze. “kace, look!” she said with a teasing grin and pointed up at the ceiling. “it’s only fair, we have to kiss!” the two girls jokingly pecked each other on the lips, and parker snorted and looked at kacey. then she moved in again, cupping her cheek and kissing her more intimately before pulling away and making her stand. “okay! now, we have a lot of work to do kacey, santa waits for no man. or woman, for that matter!”

max and kaeden

max was trying to make this christmas normal, and kaeden appreciated the effort her husband gave. kaeden was very much into a vintage christmas, and she was setting up their little village, humming along to silver bells when max came behind her and causing her to look up. “oh, you are such a cheese ball, max clarke!” she teased, looking at the mistletoe and her husband. “oh no, you don’t get rewarded for being so corny,” she joked with a snort, shoving him back as he nipped her cheek and tried to get to her before she relented, kissing him hard and fast. hugging him, she sighed, kissing his chest. “you’re so goofy!” she said, holding him tighter, afraid he’d leave her again to that dark place he tried to keep her safe from. “i love you so fucking much, maxie!” she said, kissing his chest again.

tristan and grayson

"gray, c’mon, don’t be a clown,” tristan said as grayson refused to let her leave the mistletoe. “grayson, c’mon, people are staring!” she hissed, her cheeks red as she looked around. leave it to grayson best to whip out a sprig of mistletoe after skating with her. okay, that was too specific, but tristan was a stubborn girl and she wouldn’t be bullied into soft submission by her best friend. or, at least that’s what she kept telling herself as she tried to move. “grayson!” she whined, laughing. kissing his cheek, she crossed her arms, “and that’s all you’re going to get,” she said, trying to jump and grab the sprig. “this is truly unfair. this is a crime, grayson! we aren’t a romance novel, this could be a night in jail!” she said laughing. but she looked at him and said, “grayson!” when he kissed the top of her head and held her hand, she leaned into him, hugging his side. “c’mon you fool, we have to find elliott and sienna. but i dare you to give that to elliott so she can torture lucas and sienna,” she said with a cheeky grin before running off ahead of him, stealing the sprig as she went.

dominique and rosalyn

the game room always had a christmas eve party for the kids, and during this time, dominique would’ve been in oliver’s arms exchanging gifts and kissing under a mistletoe. this year, oliver was playing pool with the guys with macy hayes hanging on his every word, and dominique was pretending not to be bothered as she and rosalyn played a game of chess. dominique was awful at chess, she wouldn’t lie, but rosalyn had been her rock this christmas. the two girls had always been close. she was oliver’s stepsister, and they’d become friends by proxy. she had always been the third wheel, but neither her or oliver had ever really cared. with the breakup so fresh, dominique had been grateful for the girl trying to cheer her up and keep her sane. “do you want to get out of here? i think the ice rink is probably deserted,” dominique said brightly and when rosalyn agreed, the two had snuck out and skated. by the time they came back inside, they were freezing and it was almost one in the morning. warming their hands to their mouths, they laughed, making plans to sneak into the kitchens and get cocoa and whatever cookies they could find when rosalyn dropped to tie her boot. dominique was looking out the window of the ski loge and grinned, “wow, look at the lights! it looks so magical!” she gasped, seeing the mountain light up and glow as rosalyn joined her. “god, this is such a good christmas, lynnie! thank you!” she gasped, hugging her best friend tight, and rosalyn tapped her pointing up and laughing, kissing her on the cheek - or she was going to. one moved, and then their mouths connected and they froze. dominique squeaked in surprise and rosalyn pulled back, but dominique stopped her. “i’m - i’m sorry. i wasn’t expecting -” but cutting off rosalyn, she gave a soft, shy smile. “i just haven’t kissed anyone since - well, you know,” she said, looking down at her feet, and then kissing rosalyn lightly. when she pulled away, she gasped in horror hearing a whoop and a cheer and seeing oliver, who was looking at them with a bit of betrayal as he turned away. “ollie - oliver! oliver, wait!” she said, not thinking twice as she went after him.