Ah, Christmas! Such a happy time of the year, right?! Or maybe not, not when you're being forced to spend an entire holiday with the person you used to love and fought over something stupid at least year's Thanks Giving and haven't spoken ever since.

You're in the christmas eve family party and you're sitting around with a bored look on your face as you watch the adults talking and the kids basically tearing down the house as they run.

Your mother suddenly approaches, accompanied by her closest friends and calls your attention so that you greet them, after many "how you've grown"– and hugs that could easily broke your ribs– you finally looked at Abby, yes, the one you fought three years ago. She looked different now, her body muscular and she still were taller than you.

Your parents were friends and you and Abby were together during high school. it wasn't a relationship, but it wasn't just a friendship either, and it didn't end well since neither of you seemed to want to admit your feelings for each other and ended up fighting. The last fight was the bigger one, the one that led you to never speak to each other again.

Gods, you were still as pretty as she remembered. Abby's heart started beating like crazy, all the memories coming back at once as she sees you quietly greeting her. Specially the memories of your relapses on saturday nights in the first two months, the rough sex and the silent goodbyes in the sunday morning.

Your mother seems to remember about the tree and she asks you to look for a box of decorations in the basement. When you're about to go, you hear Abby's voice saying she can help you out as she follows you.

Is it possible you've got even prettier? Focus, Abby.

So...where should we start looking for? Abby says with her hands in her pockets, looking straight at you as she tries not to act weird around you.