Merry Christmas my special guyses!

Ah, are you guys looking forward to Christmas? Of course you are. At least I hope you are. If you aren't here is a virtual present. It's what you've always wanted! It's a (insert hopefully a totally random object, here. Yes right here. Just insert it. There you go!)

So, I guess should give you the chapter… And guess what's even better? It's normal-ish length! Not a short and shitty chapter! Yay! I'm back! (for right now). But don't expect a chapter soon though. The next letter is Q, and im stumped. So, any suggestions. And just so you know, pretty please read the AN below.

Also, I've decided to do this chapter a little different and I'm dreading it. Gah. You'll see why.

P is for Presents. (Wasn't much of a surprise, was it?)

Travis put down the shovel, shaking his head at the shop assistant. It was December 23rd, and Travis still hadn't found the perfect gift for Katie.

He had been looking and looking. Gardening crap, books, perfume. Nothing seemed right for Katie. Not for their first Christmas together.

It honestly annoyed Travis immensely that Katie said she wanted nothing for Christmas.

I mean, what sane person doesn't want anything for Christmas? Fudge, even insane people want stuff for Christmas, like world domination or Robert Pattinson.

Travis sighed, walking out of the shop. For such a large place, New York had shit shops.

Ugh, why couldn't there just be a shop made for Katie. That would make life so much easier.

But, as the Fates hated him, life was not simple.

Travis sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets, before walking up the street.

Travis walked past numerous shops. No, no, no, ugh, no, no, no, porn shop, no, Travis thought as he passed them.

Travis sighed again, and realised he had hit rock bottom. He was desperate.

Desperate enough? a voice in Travis' head thought.

Yes, I think I am, Travis thought.

Travis reluctantly pulled out his phone and diaper a number.

"Hello?" the voice on the other end answered.

"Hello, sir. Travis here." Travis said, feeling incredibly lame, petrified and a bit threatened by the man speaking over the phone.

"Oh, hello Travis. What's wrong?" the man asked.

"Um... I need help picking out Katie's Christmas present." Travis said, bracing himself from the gust of cold wind and the man's reaction.

Travis heard a sigh over the phone.

"Fine. But follow my instructions very carefully."

"Trav!" Katie shouted, hugging him, as he got out of the car.

"Hey, Katie! Merry Christmas." Travis said, hugging his girlfriend back.

They pulled back and Katie started talking non-stop. Travis thought she might be a little high. Off sugar. Gods, Katie doesn't do drugs.

Miranda does.

Well, in Travis's opinion anyway.

Travis, only staying for Christmas Eve, let the taxi go, paying beforehand.

He grabbed Katie's hand and they walked up the stairs to her house. And in that house, Katie's father stood, cup of coffee in his hand, watching the news.

"Travis, you've met Dad." Katie said, gesturing to her father.

Yes, Travis had met Katie's father... and boy, was it awkward.

"So, you're Travis." Mr Gardner said. It wasn't a question. Travis stood there, awkwardly.

"Yes, sir." Travis replied. Mr Gardner nodded. They were standing just inside the camp boundaries, waiting for Katie.

"Travis, I'll be frank. If you hurt my daughter, I will hurt you. Be aware of that." Katie's dad said, all of a sudden.

Travis gulped. "I wont hurt your daughter, sir. She means the world to me."

Me Gardner smiled. "Just making sure. I have a friend that has a dead-hole. I'm sure he wouldn't mind of I used it."

Travis gulped again.

"You realise I am only joking. Although I will hurt you if you heart her. Make sure of that."

Travis nodded.

"Mr Gardner." Travis greeted, stretching his arm out, so that Katie's dad could shake his hand.

Mr Gardner shook his hand and then resumed drinking his coffee.

"Can Travis come to my room?" Katie asked he father, sweetly.

Katie's father looked at her daughter, then at Travis, then back at Katie. "Leave the door open." was all he said.

Travis followed Katie up to her room.

"Sorry 'bout that. He'll warm up to you. I promise. He just doesn't know you." Katie said, when they got to her room.

"It's alright. I get it a lot." Travis replied.

Katie raised her eyebrow. "You do?" she asked.

Realising what he said, Travis corrected himself.

"I mean, I have that air about me, that makes adults wary of me." he said.

Katie nodded. "Oh, yep. That's it."

Travis laughed. "Of course it is." he said, before planting a kiss on Katie's nose.

"I got you something." she said, smiling. "Y'know, for Christmas."

And with that, Katie disappeared for a second before reappearing with a present in her hand.

"I got you something too." Travis said, pulling a small, wrapped box out of his jacket pocket.

The couple exchanged the gifts, holding onto them warily, incase the other snatched their present and kept the others as well.

When they let their presents go, and received their other presents, they started to laugh.

"You know me too well, Gardner." Travis said.

"Ditto." Katie said.

"So, can I open it now?" Travis asked.

Katie shook her head as she sat down on her bed, and patted the spot next to her. Travis walked over and sat on her dark green, queen sized, duvet.

"No. Let's open them tomorrow, then Iris message each other." Katie suggested. Travis nodded.

The couple lay down, staring at the roof. Where there was bunch of writing, posters and photos. Not to mention, glow in the dark stars.

"Nice." Travis said. Katie elbowed him.

"Shut up." she said, grinning.

Travis winced, trying to decipher the words. He eventually gave up, and stood on top of the bed, almost hitting his head on the wall.

Katie giggled and wrapped her feet around Travis's legs. Travis shot her a smile, before tilting his head up to look at the roof.

There were pictures from Camp and pictures of Katie in a fugly school uniform, that she managed to make work.

There were quite a lot of her with an unknown strawberry blonde girl that was exactly Connor's type. There was also a lot of Travis and Katie, but one in particular stood out.

It was a very young Travis and an equally young Katie, grinning, with their arms slung around each others' shoulders. They were about 13 or 14 in this picture. Back when they semi-hated, semi-liked each other.

Travis remembered this photo. It was taken about a week after Katie won Capture the Flag for the Demeter cabin.

Travis fell back on the bed, and from the pressure of it, Katie flew up in the air.

"Dick!" she said as she landed on the bed. Travis clutched his sides. He was laughing too hard.

"Your... your... your face..." Travis managed, still laughing. Katie glared at him, but that didn't deter him. He kept on rolling on the bed.

"You suck." she said, crossing her arms and legs.

"Ok. I'm sorry." Travis said. Katie smiled, reluctantly, and Travis knew he was forgiven.

"So, I saw that picture up there." Travis said.

"What picture?" Katie asked innocently, although Travis could see the blush creeping on her cheeks.

"Don't play dumb. You know the one." Travis said, with a playful smirk.

"Well, I had just won Capture the Flag." Katie argued.

"Then why not a picture with the flag? Admit it, Kates. You liked me back then. You liked me. You liked me. You liked me." Travis sung.

"Ah! Honestly! And Trav? If I didn't like you, I would NOT have let you kiss me." Katie said, reasonably. Travis nodded.

"And I'm not arguing." Travis said.

"Good. If you did, I would slap you."

"Then I would take you to court."

"Then I would tell the judge how annoying you are."

"Ah, I may be annoying, but I would still win the court case."

"How?"

"Because, it's simple logic. I'm just too awesome."

Then, typically, to end the argument, Katie rolled her eyes.

"Of course you are Travis. Of course you are." she said.

"And don't you forget it." he said, before kissing her on the forehead.

Katie, quickly, before Travis had time to think, bought her chin up, so her lips met with Travis's. Travis pulled back for her, but only a centimetre.

"Your Dad…" he whispered.

"And?" Katie asked him. Her hot breath danced across his face. Travis thought about for a second and shrugged. He crawled closer to Katie on the bed, so that they were just touching.

Katie's grass green eyes, looked at him, in impatience and wondering. Travis loved her eyes. Her nose. Her hair. Her lips…

"Are you going to kiss me, or are you just gonna sit there like a stale bottle of piss?" Katie asked.

Travis chuckled at her impatience, Then hungrily bought his lips back to hers.

Katie slipped her arms around his neck, and toyed with the soft, downy hairs at the nape of his neck.

Travis smiled into her lips and then pushed Katie against the bed frame, his mouth still glued to hers.

Katie's lips felt as if they were moulded perfectly for his own. If Travis died here, he'd die a happy man. Although, he would miss out on Christmas. And that would suck.

Travis delved deeper into the kiss, resting his arms on Katie's waist.

"Ahem."

Travis eyes flew open, as did Katie's but their lips remained in contact.

"Daddy." Katie said, once Travis regained his brain and detached his lips from Katie.

Her voice was slightly hoarse and her lips were swollen.

Travis turned to face Mr Gardner, expecting to get kicked out of the house, being told he wouldn't be able to date Katie again and yadda, yadda, yadda.

Mr Gardner opened his mouth to say something, and Travis was already shit scared.

"Next time, close the door. No one should have to watch that." Katie's dad said, a look of disgust etched on his face. Then he abruptly shut the door.

Katie and Travis sat in silence for a second before Katie spoke.

"That was not what I was expecting." she said. Travis nodded.

"Why would he tell us to shut the door? Most fathers throw the boys out. Not that that's ever happened to me." Travis added, seeing the look on Katie's face.

"Well, he trusts me, I guess." she mumbled.

"Well, he kinda killed the mood." Travis stated. Katie just looked at him.

"Oh, what the fudge monkeys." Travis said, before kissing Katie again.

Later on, after Katie and Travis' make out session, the couple sat down to dinner with Katie's dad.

It was extremely awkward at first before Travis realised Mr Gardner shared his love for origami cranes.

Katie sat there, looking at Travis and her father, as if they'd both grown a head each and started to do the tango.

Sure, she valued the art of the origami crane, but seriously? Then again, she was just glad they were getting along.

Finally, at 9 o'clock, Travis had to go home.

"Bye, Trav. I'll talk to you tomorrow." she said, before she brushed her lips against his. "Merry Christmas."

Travis smiled. "Merry Christmas, Katie. Love you."

Then, Travis turned to Katie's father and shook his hand.

"Thanks for having me, Mr Gardner." Travis said politely. "Oh, and thanks for helping me with Katie's gift." he added in a lower voice.

Mr Gardner clapped Travis on the shoulder. "No problem. I just hope for your sake that she likes it."

Travis gulped and looked worriedly at Mr Gardner, but loosened up when he saw the elder man laughing.

Suddenly, a taxi pulled up next to the three of them.

"Well, I guess I'll see you later." Travis said, before he shook Mr Gardner's hand and kissed Katie on the nose.

She smiled and waved to Travis. Travis waved back, his present in his hand, and got into the taxi.

"Where to?" the grubby taxi driver asked, before he took a bite of his McDonald's cheese burger.

Travis gave him the address to his house and then the driver sped away, leaving Katie and her father in the dust.

Travis sat in the seat, fidgeting with his perfectly wrapped present. Damn. Katie knew he couldn't resist the temptation.

To open or to not open. That is the question. Finally, after arguing with himself, he decided he wouldn't open it.

"Travis. Trav! Wake up!" a voice shouted in his ear.

"Go away Connor." Travis mumbled.

"Travis." the voice warned.

"Connor. Why the fudge do you sound like a girl?" Travis asked.

"Um... I'm hoping it's because I'm a girl, thank you very much." the voice said.

Travis's eyes flew open.

"It's Christmas!" he shouted.

"Yeah, just forget your girlfriend on the Iris message. I don't mind." the voice said.

Travis turned to face the Iris message.

"Uh, hey Katie." he said, sheepishly. Katie blushed.

"What?" Travis asked her. She pointed back to him. Travis looked down and saw that his chest was bare.

Travis smirked. "You like?" he said, running his fingertips down his chest. Katie rolled her eyes.

"Grow up." she said. Travis shook his head.

"I can't. Today is Christmas, the one day I can be a little kid again!" he said.

"You're always a little kid."

"Well, then, that makes you a cougar." Travis said, smirking.

Katie, you guessed it, rolled her eyes.

"So, have you opened your present yet?" she asked. Travis shook his head.

"Nope. You said tomorrow, which means today, so I waited until tomorrow, which is today." he said.

"What?" Katie asked, confused.

"Nevermind."

"Okay, well, open the presents on three?" Katie asked. Travis nodded.

"1." Katie started.

"2." Travis said.

"3!" they shouted together. Katie daintily opened her present, and Travis realised he did have his.

"Shit." he muttered, stumbling out of bed to retrieve the present he laid on the floor, the night before.

Travis turned around to see Katie giggling.

"What?" he asked. Fuck, I hope I'm wearing pants, he thought. He looked down and breathed a sigh of relief.

Yes, he was wearing pants, but...

"Seriously, Travis? Hello Kitty?" Katie asked, trying, and failing, not to laugh.

Travis was wearing Hello Kitty boxers. Don't ask how or why. He just was. He is a disturbed 18 year old boy.

"This is not what it looks like." he explained, blushing. Katie smirked and raised her eyebrow.

"Oh, really?"

"Really."

"Whatever Travis. just open your present." Katie said. Travis nodded, put on a pair of jeans first, and then sat on his bed.

He rubbed his hands together, before he attacked the wrapping paper.

"Woah." Katie muttered.

When Travis had ripped the seemingly innocent (but obviously deadly) wrapping paper, he finally turned to the gift.

"Holy fudge monkeys."

And that's what was in the present. Actual monkeys, made out of fudge. But that isn't all.

"Redvines!" Travis shouted. He then attempted to hug Katie's Iris message. That didn't work it too well.

"Well, I can see that you liked your gift." she stated. Travis nodded.

"My turn." she mumbled as she finally got the wrapping paper off.

Inside there was a little box. Katie opened it an gasped.

Inside was a dainty, little, silver shovel attached to a silver chain. There was something written on The blade of it. Katie squinted and saw, that it said, I love you, in Greek.

"Aw, Travis." Katie said. Travis smiled at her.

"Love you Katie." he said, right before Connor barged into his room.

"Mum's making pancakes." Connor said, excitedly. Then he practically skipped out of the room.

"See ya." Katie said.

"Later. Oh, and thank your dad again."

"Will do."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

Ok, first thing first. Do you like what I did? Explaining the kiss better? Or do you hate it? If you guys don't like it, I wont do it anymore. Please tell me. Im actually quite nervous about what you'll say.

So, tell me what you think. Also I have a CRUCIAL poll on my page. It is the difference between life and death. Not really, but it's VERY important. It asks whether I write better in 3rd person POV or 1st person. If you've never read my 1st person POV writing, I have a Harry Potter story that is in it. Even if you don't like it, please read it. Because after this poll, I'm only going to write in that POV.

Also, I have a Tumblr. Please follow me. If you want. But if you do :D. the link is on my page, as well as my FictionPress link. I'll be posting status's of my stories, previews, original stories and Fanfiction, and you will see more into my random mind then ever before. You guys can ask me questions and all that stuff. Remember link is on my profile, as is the poll.

Also, 10 days till CHRISTMAS! Yay.

Also, last chapter, I never really specified what was outside Katie's cabin. And I still wont. I want to hear what you think. Challenge: Write a one shot of Travis and Katie meeting whatever was outside. You can be as imaginative as you want. Go full out and say it was a man eating giant pink army ant (don't use that) or whatever! Just write it, post it, and send me the link. I promise I will read every single one.

And there is a prize for the winner too. I just don't know what it is, yet. I will talk to the winner, and we shall arrange something.

Why are my AN's so long?

If there's anything else, I shall post it on my tumblr.

See you next year,

Katie Potatey.

p.s. THE POLL! (if your anonymous, just leave it in a review, but make sure you've read my 1st person Pov.