Merry Christmas! I know it's early :) Please R&R :)

Even Jake had to stand on tippy toes to reach the top of the Christmas tree. Christmas was in three days and he wanted everything perfect for the Ely/Forster Christmas party. He stood on tippy toes again, and tried to get the star in the perfect position, but at the moment he was failing epically.

Quinn tiptoed in the room, and acted like he was stalking Jake. Jake let him think he was getting away with it but when he was about to grab him, be spun around and said, "Quinn will you knock it off?"

For once Quinn did just that, but not because Jake told him to, but because Maxine called him to his from the living room door.

Jake bumped the star one more time, and this time the star was right where he wanted it. He stepped back and admired his work. There was all colors of glass balls, strings of lights, little bear ornaments, and a couple handmade angels he and his brothers had made at a long ago at a VBS.

He nodded once more satisfied, and went into the kitchen to see if his family had any pickles.

He opened the refrigerator door, pulled out the pickles and was soon munching.

Jake heard the door open, and hopped off the counter top, to greet his dad.

"Hey Dad." Luke Ely sat the bag of grocery's and tinsel on the kitchen table and turned to his son. "Where's your mom?" "Oh I think she's somewhere in the living room. She poked her head in there right before I came in here."

Luke then got a mischievous look on his face and waved some mistletoe, and took off in search of his beautiful wife.

Jake did a cross between a grin and a grimace. He liked how much his parents loved each other, but sometimes they just grossed him out.

Ring-a-ling-a-ling. Jake glanced at the phone. He picked it up reluctantly, seeing that it was the Forster's number. "Yello?" He didn't like talking on the phone but he would for Sam.

"Hey Jake? Um I was wondering if your mom wanted my family to bring any food or anything else like that." Jake rolled his eyes. Of course Sam would have to call instead of just riding over. And asking about food? They had more than enough. "I don't think so." "Could you ask your mom?"

What doesn't she believe me?

"I guess." Jake turned towards the kitchen door, "MOM!" He began munching his pickle while waiting for his mom. "Um Jake, are you eating something?" "Mm-hm" "Jake! Come on, hasn't your mom ever told you not to eat while talking on the phone?" "Nope." Jake heard an annoyed huff come from the other end of the phone. "What's taking your mom so long?" Jake had forgotten about the mistletoe until then. "Oh yeah. My dad came in with some mistletoe a little bit ago." He could tell Sam wasn't quite getting it. "Mistletoe!" "What about mis- ooooh." Jake smirked. He knew Sam couldn't see him, but it still satisfied him. "You're smirking aren't you?" Sam accused. "Um, no not at all," Said Jake rubbing the back of his neck. He hadn't thought that he was that readable.

Just then his mom walked in the room, a slight blush across her face. Jake ignored it. "Sam wants to know if her family needs to bring any food." "No Jake. Why didn't you just tell her?" "I did, and she said to ask you." "Oh and Jake? Could you tell Sam that the Kentworthy's are coming?" Jake seemed to freeze. Not Jen! Now he really couldn't tell Sam what he had wanted to tell her. With the thought of what he wanted to tell her stuck in his mind, he blushed redder than Sam's hair. He then shook his head to clear his thoughts and said to the phone, "No, and Jen's coming." "Really! She didn't say anything about it when we talked earlier."

It was Sam's turn to blush. She knew that Jen hadn't had much chance to tell her anything, since she had been talking about Jake so much.

"Well, yeah Jake that was about it." "K. See you in two days Brat."

Jake heard the phone receiver slam down. "Irking her is so much fun." He smirked and finished his pickle.

At the Forster's

"Why did I have to be talking about J- Him all the time when I talked to Jen?"

She picked up the phone and dialed Jen's phone number.

940-5861 (I don't know if this is a real phone number or not)

Ring-a-ling-a-ling Ring-a-ling-a-ling Ring-a-ling-a-ling "Please pick up the phone." Ring-a-ling-a-ling "Hello, you have reached the Kentworthy's. We are unavailable right now, so please leave your name number and a short message." Beep-

"Hey Jen. It's Sam. Will you call me when you have the chance? Thank you. Bye.

She tromped up to her room and flopped on the bed with Jingles, her stuffed horse in her arms.

"Jingles, I really want to tell him but I'm scared. I don't know why I want to tell him either." Sam shuddered. "What if I tell him and he totally doesn't like me like that? What if I don't tell him and he does, but is too scared to tell me. I mean really Jingles, Jake isn't the kind of guy that would tell people he liked them." She sighed remembering things from when she was in kindergarten. "Remember when he had a crush on Cindy May, and he only told two people, Me and that boy in his class. I told Cindy May Jake liked her and that's when he started calling me brat." Sam sighed again. "I really hadn't meant to tell her, but we were playing truth or dare and I said dare and she told me to say who Jake had a crush on, because everyone liked him and hoped that he liked them. It was awful. Joy told Cindy and Cindy went to talk to Jake and he freaked. I'm not sure he's had a crush on anyone since."

The phone in her room rang startling her, and she picked it up. "Jen?" "Nope." "Jake." "Yup." "What are you calling for?" "We're having the Christmas party tomorrow." "What!" "Yup." "Are you sure?" "That's what my mom said." "Okay. Is that why you called?" "No Brat I called to tell you that aliens are taking over the planet." "Oh okay, so should I call the cop's and have them tell everyone?" "Yeah." "K."

Seeing there was really nothing left to talk about Sam just hung up. "Wait, Jingles, isn't Jake the one that hangs up without a good-bye?" Sam just shrugged and went to get the present she had bought for Jake.