Sam's POV

Hmm... Today's the 12th Day of Christmas. Where can I get twelve torture equipment for Freddung? Whoa, don't get me wrong. Just because he told me that he loves me doesn't mean that I'm going to back off from the torture any time soon! It only means that I will just reduce the number of times I torture him...

"Here you are!" I searched through the pile of rubbish in the bin. "I just need three more..."

I rummaged through the garbage again. "Here! Hmm... Two more... Where can I find just two more... Oh, I know!"

I jumped on my bed, then looked down under it. "Where is that box..."

I felt my way through the underside of the bed, trying to search for the precious box where my most favorite items were kept.

"There you are!" I drew the box out from underneath. "Okay, two drumsticks. Great!"

I placed them all in a paper bag I found from the kitchen, and into a plastic bag which contained all the gifts, and made my way to Bushwell Plaza where the Christmas party was held.

"Merry Christmas, everybody!" I yelled into the apartment. Everyone was sitting around, making themselves comfortable while getting engrossed in their own conversations, ignoring me in the process. Even my mom, Melanie and Mrs Benson were there.

"Merry Christmas, Sam!" Carly gave me a hug and presented me a gift. "Here's for being on my naughty list and being my best friend!"

"Thanks, Carls," I replied. "Can I open it?"

She teased. "What if I say no?"

"You know I'll still open it," I smiled. I tore the wrapping in pieces and took a close look at the box. It was a translucent blue and it contained a tiara. "Carls, you know I'm not much of a girly girl."

"Yeah," she replied. "But I thought that since you have won so many pageants and earned youself so many tiaras, I would give you one that I made myself. It would mean a lot to me if you would wear it to your next pageant."

I smiled. "I'll definitely wear it. If I get to be crowned Pageant Princess again, I will insist on wearing this tiara and bring you the one that they give me as a present."

"Thanks Sam," she hugged me. "I wouldn't want this Christmas to be any better."

"Now, here's your gift," I gave her the present that was wrapped in a beautiful pink paper, along with a gold ribbon. "Open it up and tell me if you like it!"

"Okay..." she didn't seem very happy about opening it yet. I guess she'd learnt from last year when I brought her a frog. She asked me what it meant, so I told her that she could kiss it anytime and hope it will become a prince. It was better than kissing that nub anyway. "Let's see what it is then..."

She opened it up slowly and lifted the lid of the box with her eyes closed. I guess she didn't want anything to hop out and touch her. She took a peak at it, then looked at it really closely.

"This is..." she tried to figure out what it was. "Is this a..."

"Nope," I said proudly. "This is not just a jar of cookies."

She frowned, but tried to understand me.

"It's a jar of fortune cookies," I started. "It all began when I ate my first fortune cookie..."

After the story was told, Carly understood my intentions and gave me a hug, thankful that I didn't give her anything gross for Christmas. And I didn't mind at all.

"Thanks Sam," she said while she kept me in the tight embrace.

"Carly... You're squeezing me a little... too... tight..." I fought for breath before she let me go. "Thanks."

"Oh, there you are," my mom called. "I was wondering when you would arrive."

I rolled my eyes. "I arrived half an hour ago. You were too caught up chatting with Spencer that you didn't notice me."

"Really? Well, he's really cute," she grinned. "Your sister's there with that Benson boy. Go join them and have some fun, will you?"

"Sure," I replied. "See you around, mom."

But before I managed to get past to Fredley, I was stopped by Spencer.

"Hey kiddo," he greeted. "Merry Christmas! Here's a gift for you, he dragged out a large case which was covered by a red cloth which adds on to the mystery.

"What's that?" I asked, trying to peep under the cloth.

He smiled. "Get ready for the best Christmas gift ever! It's a..." he lifts the cloth. "A meatball sculpture!"

"Oh Spencer!" I yelled in shock and surprise. "That's the best gift ever! Thank you so much! I love it! You're the best big brother Carly has!"

"The one and only," he corrected. "I'm glad you like the gift."

I smiled and drew his gift from my bag. "Here's yours."

He opened the wrapper. "Wow, this is a..."

"A magic meatball," I said proudly. "Okay, fine, it's not magic. It's just a meatball. I just wanted it to sound cool and awesome. I guess it didn't work."

"Nah," he replied. "It's a very cool and awesome meatball, Sam. I will cherish it with all my heart. Thanks, kid."

"You're welcome," I smiled. "Now, I guess I better head somewhere else to give out the rest of my presents."

He smiled as a reply. "Sure thing. See you around."

So, I headed over to Melanie and Fredcow, but once again, I was stopped.

"Hey Mrs Benson," I greeted. "Here's your gift. Merry Christmas. Now, I really have to go if you-"

"Oh, thank you, Samantha," she said. "Merry Christmas to you too. Here's your gift."

I attempted to open it, but she stopped me.

"Dear," she frowned. "You're not supposed to open your presents in front of the person who gave the gift to you. It's very rude."

"Oh, sorry then," I apologized. I would usually just shrug and run off, but I was in a good mood that day. "I gotta go now, thanks for the gift, Mrs B."

"You're welcome, Samantha," she replied.

I turned back when I heard her call my name in that way. "Erm, for the record, I hate being called Samantha. Just call me Sam."

"Sure, honey," she said.

It seemed that she liked me better than Carly. Maybe she doesn't find me such a big threat when it comes to 'stealing her son away from her'.

"Hey Mel," I called out to her. "And Queen of the jerks."

"I thought you would lay off of the teasing and nicknames after what happened yesterday," Freddenstein said.

"You know me," I replied. "I have an attraction towards nicknames."

Melanie raised an eyebrow. "Are you guys dating right now?"

We looked at each other, then back at her.

"It's for us to know and for you to find out," we both said simultaneously. I guess it's something that we do, you know?

She smiled.

"Fredjunk, come with me, I've got something for you," I pulled him out of the apartment to the fire escape. Our fire escape.

"Why did you bring me out here?" he asked, still smiling.

I handed him his little gift. "Here, this is your gift for today."

"What's this?" he held onto the bag. "It feels, mushy and wet..."

"Open it," I told him.

"Are you sure?" he asked, doubtfully. "My mom said that it's rude to-"

I rolled my eyes. "Who cares what your mom says? Now open it!"

"Okay," he peeped into the bag and took whiff of the wonderful smell of moldy chicken. "Gross, Sam, what's in that bag?"

"12 Moldy Drumsticks," I smiled proudly. "It's a special gift. I thought that since it's the last torture device, I might as well give you something that's worth a lot to me."

He smiled. "Thanks, Sam. I'll treasure it no matter how disgusting or gross it is."

I smiled in return. I didn't mind his rude remarks or his sheepish smile. It's the day of giving, I might as well give him a chance to smirk once in a while.

"Here's your gift," he handed me a nicely wrapped present. "I hope you like it."

I looked at him doubtfully.

"You can open it," he smiled.

"But I thought your mom said-"

"Who cares what my mom says? Open it!" he repeated what I said.

I unwrapped the gift, anxious to find out what it held. Then, I opened the box. It was...

"Empty?" I raised my eyebrow. "The box is empty..."

It held just strips of paper which seemed as though it was placed there to protect something fragile. "It's not empty," he held my hands in his as he placed the box down. "The box contains the most precious item of all."

He looked into my eyes.

"Have you heard the song 'Last Christmas' before?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied. "The song about this girl who gave a jerk her heart but he gave it to someone else?"

He smirked. "And this box contains my heart. I hope you won't give it away."

"Why would I?" I teased. "I have the best dork in the world. Who would?"

He blushed. "Oh, be careful with it. It's fragile."

"Well," I smiled. "That explains the strips of paper that serves as protection. But seriously, you're still as nubbish as you can ever get. It's not that fragile, is it?"

"Oh, I wouldn't know," he smiled sheepishly. "Look up there!"

I tilted my head up to see what he wanted me to see. "What's up there?"

He placed his hands on my cheeks to pull me closer to him. Before I knew it, our lips collided.

"A mistletoe," he said as we pulled apart.

"I hate you," I smiled.

"I love you too, Sam," he replied.

I wouldn't say I don't believe in Santa. But Santa has given me the best gift that I ever could have imagined for Christmas. Happy holidays everyone!

A/N: I'm not sure about you guys, but in my family, we celebrate Christmas differently. We just go about giving out gifts during the party and wish each other Merry Christmas. We never really purchase any trees...