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A/N: Okay. So I'm really sorry that I'm just now updating. Please don't hate me. Haha Hopefully you will like this. Let me know what you think!

Jenna

First Christmas

"Merry Christmas to me". Casey sighed heavily and fell back onto her bed in disgust. She had gotten strep, on one of the most special nights of her life. Her boyfriend Derek in a rare act of maturity was taking her on a formal night out. He had planned out everything and she had ruined it.

They had dated the entire year, and now that year was drawing to a close. She was going to be spending it sick and alone. How infuriating.

She was just on the verge of a major breakdown when a knock sounded at her bedroom door. "Casey?"

Her mom poked her head in. "There's someone here to see you."

Casey sat up and quickly ran a finger under each eye to check for leaky makeup.

Emily bounded in. "I've brought you a survivor kit." She sat down on the bed and pulled out a bright pink gift bag. She began taking items out of the bag. "Lip balm, a little pouch of multicolored nail polishes, the latest Teen People, Popsicles, 3 chic flicks, samples of facial masks, makeup, lotions, and perfumes, and a couple of novels." She put the things back into the bag and looked up at Casey. "I took out the Popsicle flavors that you don't like and gave them to Demi, that's why the box is already open. The chic flicks are just some of our favorites that you don't have and the novels are ones that I just got from the library for you."

Casey smiled. "I would so hug you right now if I wasn't contagious!"

Emily grinned and held out her arms. "Air hug!"

They both laughed.

"Oh, it hurts to laugh." Casey put her hand over her mouth.

Emily gave a sympathetic look. "I'm sorry. You know, you should probably get some rest. I should leave you alone."

"You just don't want to get sick!" Casey accused.

"Well that too." Emily joked.

Casey threw a pillow at her.

"Germs!" Emily shrieked. She got up off the bed and ran to the door.

"You are horrible." Casey shook her head. "If my throat didn't hurt so badly, I would be yelling at you."

Emily grinned at her. "Love you Casey. Call me later."

Casey nodded. "Okay. Love you too."

A few minutes later, Casey trudged downstairs to put her melting popsicles in the freezer.

Arms slipped around her waist from behind.

Casey yelped and turned around to meet her boyfriend's chocolate brown eyes.

"Derek? What are you doing here?" She asked. "You scared me to death."

"You look alive to me." Derek smiled; his eyes glanced down at her. "You should dress like this more often."

Casey, confused, looked down at herself to see what he meant. She was wearing a spaghetti strap shirt and short-shorts. Though it was winter, she had managed to keep her tan year round and dancing kept her pretty fit, she looked pretty good. "Perv." She told him jokingly.

"What? I've got a hot girlfriend. Embrace it, I have." Derek shrugged.

Casey turned away and pulled out a cherry Popsicle. "Are you mad at me?" She asked.

"No…why would I be mad at you?" Derek raised an eyebrow at her.

"Cause I ruined your plans for tonight." Casey's blue eyes filled with tears. She tried to blink them away, but there was no point. Once she started crying, it was hard for her to just stop it.

Derek smiled and ran a thumb lightly under each eye, wiping away the tears. "Casey-you didn't ruin anything. You didn't get sick on purpose did you?"Casey shook her head.

"Then I'm okay. We'll do it another night." Derek leaned down to kiss her, but Casey put her hand out to stop him. "What?" he asked.

"I've got strep." She began in her 'know-it-all' tone of voice. "You could catch it."

Derek smirked. "You don't think that the little make-out session we had the other day exposed me to it?"

Casey blushed. "It wasn't a make-out session, it was just kissing."

Derek nodded knowingly. "Just heavy kissing." Then he leaned down and kissed her briefly.

"I brought you something." He explained. "Just hold on a minute and I'll go and get it from my car."

Minutes later, he came back in holding a large paper sack.

"It's a Get-Well sack." He told her and he began pulling items out of the bag. "My mom's homemade chicken noodle soup, throat drops, Nyquil, The Notebook, some gossip mags, tissues, Vicks, and a variety of other small things."

Casey beamed at him. "Thanks."

He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her. She buried her head in his chest breathing in the scent that was uniquely his. "I love you." She whispered.

He kissed her forehead and whispered it back. "I'll let you go get some sleep."

He started to walk out the door but stopped as if he forgot something. Coming back over to Casey he lifted her chin and captured her lips in a deep kiss.

"Okay, now I can leave." He stated. "Call me tonight."

Casey smiled slightly and picked up the bag.

Once she got to her room, she went through its contents herself. "What's this?" She pulled out a DVD that was in a little plastic case.

Taking it out of its case, she stuck it her laptop and pressed play.

Derek came onto the screen. "Hey Casey, if you're watching this, it means that I gave you the sack and that you found this at the bottom of it.

I wanted to do something special for you since we couldn't go out tonight, so I decided to make you a movie.

So here it is…

Casey watched as a slideshow of pictures came onto the screen, Our Song- Taylor Swift, the song that she and Derek had chosen as their song, played in the background. Tears welled up in her eyes and this time she let them roll down her cheeks. Snapshots flashed across the screen, pictures that they had taken together and photographs he had taken of her that she hadn't even known about. The last set of pictures was one of those little things you take in a photo booth at the mall. They were goofing off in all of the pictures except for the last one. The camera had captured them both looking at each other and smiling. It was the moment Casey had realized she loved Derek. That was her favorite picture of them.

Derek came back onto the screen. So I hoped you liked it. Casey, I know that I don't tell you nearly enough, but I love you. You are too amazing for words and I hope you can see that. You're beautiful, you're smart, and you're my everything." Derek then pointed. "Look behind you."

Casey whirled around to see Derek standing in her doorway. "What did you think?"

She nodded slowly, tears still running down her cheeks. "It was decent." She stood up and he walked over to her.

"Only decent?" He asked huskily, his face centimeters from hers.

Casey looked up into his eyes. "Maybe." She teased lightly. "But it might have been worse."

Derek stared down at her, and then a slow grin spread across his features. "Good one.""I learned from the best." Casey giggled and wiped the tears from her eyes.

Derek pulled a small box from his pocket. "That's not the only thing I got you for Christmas."Casey eagerly waited. "Really?""I got you this too." He opened the box; there was a small silver ring inside it, a blue jewel the color of Casey's eyes set in the middle of it.

Casey gasped. "It's beautiful."

"It's a promise ring." Derek whispered.

Casey's blue eyes widened as she looked up at him. "You're serious?""As a heart attack." Derek smiled weakly.

Casey threw her arms around him. "I love you!" She exclaimed.

Derek twirled her around. "So is that a yes, you agree?"

"Of course I want to be promised to you!" Casey yelled. "Ouch."

Derek set her down in her desk chair, "What's wrong?"

"That hurt my throat." Casey giggled at the worry in his eyes.

Derek sighed and knelt down beside her. "I love you." He declared softly.

"You know, today I've heard that a lot from you…" Casey smiled.

"Is that bad?" Derek asked.

"No. I'm getting used to it. Now you'll just have to start saying it more often, that's all." Casey put her arms around him and touched her forehead to his.

"Not a problem." Derek kissed her nose lightly.

She crinkled it at the feeling and laughed.

"This year has been amazing." She sighed contentedly, thinking that this truly was one of the best years of her life.