Because I don't care what anybody else says, I want Christmas now!

"Careful, mistletoe" Maddy pointed to the sprig of green stuff nailed to the kitchen door frame. "Dad found some growing on the trees in the garden and brought it in"

"Thanks" Rhydian looked up to see the weird plant thing that looked a little like green twigs and had been terrorising him the last few weeks hanging innocently above their heads. He dodged the mistletoe and walked into the kitchen, taking a seat at the kitchen table and letting all the stress of the day roll off him.

"I hate Christmas" He moaned, rubbing at his eyes to try and awaken himself a bit more.

"No you don't" Maddy said in a sing sung voice, getting two mugs out from the cupboard and putting the kettle onto boil. "You're just complaining, Christmas is the best. Log fire's, decorating the tree's, ice skating" she counted them off on her fingers, her smile growing each time. "And when it snows the forest looks like something out of a film"

"I guarantee by the second day you'll be complaining about getting ice in your boots" If it hadn't been the K's jingle bell adorned jewellery making a racket every time one of them moved, or the Christmas music they blasted out in the school canteen, it had defiantly been Tom, Shannon and Maddy talking about what their families were planning for the holidays.

The Vaughn's had casually mentioned they were going to visit their family over Christmas, implying he wasn't invited. He didn't mind, the Vaughn's were nice enough but they weren't his parents and he wasn't their son.

"Opening present's on christmas morning, hot chocolate being a staple at each meal" Maddy had continued listing all her favourite things about the season, spooning hot chocolate powder into the mugs as the kettle started whistling.

"Sitting alone in the house getting cold and bored while everyone else has fun" Rhydian muttered, quite enough that she couldn't hear him over the sound of the kitchen.

"And Mam's taking us for a walk out on the moors on Christmas eve so remember to bring walking boots" she pointed at him accusingly with a spoon, pouring the boiling water into the mugs and giving both a quick stir.

"What?" Rhydian asked, looking up from his gloomy personal bubble to his friend.

"Remember to pack walking boots for when you stay with us, 'cause mam's not gonna be happy if she has to deal with a sick wolfblood on Christmas day"

"I'm staying with you?" He asked, his blonde eyebrows knitting together in confusion.

"Yes. Rhydian. I told you yesterday and this morning. You really need to listen next time!" she threw a couple of mini marshmallows in for good measure before handing one mug to the still shocked blonde and taking a cautious sip of her own.

Inside Ryhdian's head, thoughts were swirling. Why had the Smith's asked him to stay. Okay so they had said he could be part of their pack and they let him transform with him on the full moon. But Christmas was a time for family and being part of a family was different to being part of a pack. And Maddy liked him, which was good, but usually parents didn't just invite their children's friends round for Christmas.

"Rhydian?" Maddy asked, waving her hand in front of his face to try and snap him out of it. "Are you o-"

Before she could finish a pair of large arms wrapped round her and pulled her into Rhydian's warm chest. Part of her brain was thinking of how glad she was she'd put down her hot chocolate and the other part was wondering how Rhydian could have such a comfortable chest to lay her head against.

"Thanks Maddy" he whispered, squeezing her tightly before letting her go again.

She sat back in her seat, trying to calm down her frayed nerves. "Okay" she nodded, trying to get control of the situation. "Now drink your hot chocolate"

He jumped at the sound of her voice, picking up his mug and taking a long swig of the piping hot drink. "Ahh!" he screamed, slamming the mug down on the table and wiping the burning liquid from his mouth.

"What's wrong?" Maddy cried, junping up from her seat to help him.

"I burned my tung!" He moaned.

Seems like I can't finish a story without someone getting hurt.
Sorry if you were expecting something better I just got taken away with the idea.

Any way thanks for reading
Love Rosie