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AN: So, I went to the mall today and saw Santa! Yay! This made me want to jump up and down like the little girl I really am inside and also brought to mind the movie, Elf. So, I came home and watched Elf and got to work on the Elf Challenge from the ryelsi group over on LJ (see my profile for the link). This is the result, or at least the start of the result. Enjoy and Merry Christmas!
What's a Christmas-Gram? I Want One!
All Kelsi wanted in the whole world was to get up to her dorm and crawl into bed without being seen by anyone. Her New Mexico upbringing had finally done her in today when she slipped on a patch of ice and fell butt-first into an icy puddle. Luckily she hadn't changed into her uniform yet so she'd still been able to go to work. Unluckily her pants hadn't been dry by the time her shift ended so she had to wear her uniform back to campus. She'd slipped into a practice room for a few hours when she reached campus, hoping against hope that most people would be asleep by the time she finally came up just before the midnight curfew. When the elevator opened on her floor she sighed in relief. The hallway was already dark and it sounded like most people were either sleeping or cramming for finals.
She slowly crept down the hall to her room. Julie was sleeping over at her cousin's apartment because, as she so happily put it this morning, there was heating there. As she'd packed up to leave Kelsi sat dumbly in her bed, three comforters wrapped tightly around her, wishing that she had a cousin in the city to go stay with. Or perhaps a nice pent house paid for by her favorite millionaires. But no, she couldn't go to the Evans' because … well she just couldn't and she didn't want to think about it anymore!
As she neared her room she saw a small blue glow near the floor. She quickly pulled off her glasses and cleaned them in an attempt to see better.
"Oh no," she breathed when her eyes adjusted once more. The glow was from a small, clip-on reading light and was attached to a book being read by none other than Ryan Evans.
"Kelsi!" he gasped and scampered to his feet. "Listen, I'm really sorry, I --"
In the dim light she could make out his turtle neck, jeans, and black fedora, which could only mean that he saw what she was wearing.
"Not one word, Evans," she growled, shouldering past him to the door. She turned the key in the lock with more fervor than she probably should have and kicked the door open.
"Kels, will you listen to me?" Ryan asked, following her.
She slammed the door shut, or tried to. He caught it easily and stepped through, closing it calmly behind him. He flipped the light switch and she turned abruptly, radiating anger.
"I'm sorry," he said.
She crossed her arms over her chest and glared. He hated it when she glared. She was better at it than Sharpay and Ryan was fairly certain that his devilish sister had taught Kelsi a few tricks before they left for New York.
"I really am," he said, putting a bit of a whine into his voice. "I didn't mean it to be rude! I just trying to be polite -- and keep you from freezing in the poorly insulated dorms. You're my girlfriend and you know my parents think of you as family. You're always welcome at the pent house. Just ... not at night, at least if I'm there, which I never am so ... you can sleep over?"
She rolled her eyes dramatically and the bell on the tip of her hat let out a single round note.
Ryan quickly ducked his head down to hide his expression and Kelsi dropped onto her ratty couch.
"Fine," she sighed, "go ahead and laugh. But before you do, let me remind you that I have seen you in some pretty weird costumes and --"
He slid onto the couch next to her and kissed her cheek. "You are the cutest elf I have ever seen," he said sincerely.
"I'm not an elf, I'm Santa's helper." She pointed at her ears. "See? Not pointy at all."
He tentatively touched the top of her left ear, considering it solemnly. "I like them better this way."
She sighed heavily and propped her boots on the coffee table making the bells on the tips of their curled toes jingle.
"Why didn't you tell me you were working at Santa's village? Which one is it anyway?"
"Oh no!" she cried, jumping up. "You are not coming to my work!"
"Because your cell phone has a camera and if the Wildcats see this I will have to kill you all!"
He bit back a smile. "Fine, no pictures."
"Good," she said, and resumed her seat.
"Does this mean I'm forgiven?" he asked, giving her is most endearing look.
"Good, because I know what I want for Christmas." He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her close.
"I want you to keep that costume."
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