Riley swept her hands through her short-cropped hair and surveyed the picturesque scene. A snowflake alit on her hand and she shook off the water. She watched another few flakes kiss her flannel and then melt softly into the fabric.
The town looked like something out of a greeting card: even a cliche red truck was parked near a town bakery, complete with the requisite wreath on its grill. Small packs of snow littered the ground, not quite melted, not quite packed into ice, as the people of Holiday went about their business.
Christmas songs jingled in the air, and a Santa stood on the sidewalk, ringing a bell.
Bah humbug, thought Riley, though she knew she didn't completely mean it. It wasn't the holiday itself she objected to, just the over-romantic meaning that so many people attached the this time of year. After all, all her worst breakups came on one holiday or another.
She surveyed the small cobble-stone town and found her query, a small inn called Clara''s Hollydale B&B. Reaching into the back of her truck, she took out her toolbox and her suitcase.
As she turned to being towards the inn, she started to slip.
Her fall was caught by a woman with long, wavy hair. A dark brown that reminded Riley of petting rabbits on a farm when she was a child, feeling the warmth of the animal. And speaking of warmth,this woman's brown eyes drew Riley down to her smile: upturned and open.
“Woah there!” the woman said, helping Riley stay steady. The woman's key-chain, in the shape of a blue, pink, and white heart, dug very lightly into Riley's skin.
The woman said: “You have to watch out about this black ice. It can get quite bad around this time of year.”
“I know,” said Riley, pointing to the chains on her truck. “I just made a misstep, that's all.”
“And fell right into my arms,” the woman winked.
A small pause.
“Sorry,” the woman said, and removed her arms from Riley. “Sometimes I can't help it, I get a little flirty. Gets me in trouble.”
She stuck out her hand.
“I'm Ava. Holloway.”
Another pause.
“Sorry, that was a weird way to say it. Let me try again. I'm Ava Holloway.”
“Riley Snow,” Riley said, shaking Ava's hand. She let go quickly, then looked down at it. Ava's grip was strong, firm, and something in it seemed to warm Riley up.
Girl, no, she thought to herself. You fall too fast too quickly and it's the same every time. Just stick with what you're here for.
“What brings you to Hollydale?” Ava interjected, grabbing Riley's tools out of her hand. “Starting a repair business?”
“Something like that,” Riley said. She started walking towards the inn, and Ava followed.
The door played a strange mechanical variation of “We Three Kings” as Ava and Riley entered the inn. Ava seemed to hum along. A grey-haired woman in a yellow apron emblazoned with smiling figures of Mrs. Clause beamed a bright smile in the direction of both women.
“You must be Riley Snow,” the woman said.
She was looking up from an old oaken front desk on which a rainbow flag had been affixed. Behind her was a large key-holder of the type Riley had seen in old movies about hotels, though a magnetic stripe encoder was visible as well. In the midst of the old key-holder was a giant sticker in the usual light blue, pink , and white that said “protect trans kids”.
The woman added: “We've been expecting you.”
“That's an ominous thing to say,” said Riley. “Are you gonna tie me up and eat me or something?”
“No, no,” said the woman. “It's just that you're the last guest to arrive. After all, it's Christmas time. There's no room at the inn you know.”
“Not that Aunt Clara would put someone out,” said Ava, cutting in and setting down Riley's tools on the counter. “She'd have brought Mary and Joseph into her own room and slept on the couch to here her tell it.”
“Basic humanity!” said Aunt Clara as she began typing at an old computer.
“I... I haven't seen a computer like that since Y2K,” said Riley.
“And it's still in compliance! No reason to get rid of something that just works.” Clara typed quickly. “So you'll be staying all month as you work to restore the community center?”
“That's the plan, yes,” said Riley. “I'll do the work in quiet so your town can enjoy the center after the new year.”
“I do hope you'll be able to take some time to see the town,” Clara began. “Uh oh.”
“Uh oh?” asked Riley. She looked at Ava, who shrugged.
“It seems that the last guest left something of a mess,” Aunt Clara said.
“That's fine, the bed is all I need, I want to get to sleep early so I can get to work tomorrow.”
“Oh,” said Clara. “that's the thing. Housekeeping hasn't had a chance to get to that room at all yet, and I wouldn't want you to sleep on an un-laundered bed.”
“That's too bad,” said Ava.
Riley peered at the two women suspiciously. “This seems fishy.”
“Either way, I can't possibly let you see the room in such a state,” Clara said. “Why not let my niece Ava here show you all around the town. Come back in an hour... or two. We can keep your stuff here.”
“I'm really a good tour guide, and there's so much to see this season,” Ava smiled widely.
You could really fall into that smile, thought Riley, who then shook herself.
“You're not giving me much choice here are you?” she asked.
Aunt Clara smiled, a similar smile to her nieces. “No, not at all,” she said.
“This really feels like the start of a horror movie where I can't leave,” said Riley.
“You could leave, but there are such wonderful sights to see first! Come on, if you don't like it I'll let you complain the whole time.”
“Fine,” said Riley, setting her bag down. “But I will be complaining a lot.”
She turned and strode towards the door, which played “We Three Kings” another time through. Ava strode after her, but stopped and turned to her Aunt Clara.
“Stop trying to set me up,” she said.
“You're welcome,” said Clara, laughing as both women exited.
“I'm not interested you know,” said Riley, as they walked past the village park. Children were skating on a small ice rink brought in specially for the season. A small crowd of people milled around at a nearby table, sipping cups from a food truck that proffered coffee and peppermint bark hot chocolate
“Oh me neither,” said Ava. “But if you're going to be around this town, helping rebuild our community center, I think you should know enough about the community.”
“Seems like anywhere else,” Riley said.
“Ah, but we have magic here.” Ava said. “Let me show you.” She took Riley's hand and pulled her across the park.
“I don't really do the whole Christmas thing,” Riley said. She slowly withdrew her hand from Ava's grip, though each inch she moved away from this bubbly woman
“Oh, but look,” Ava said, and pointed to a magic show where Santa Claus was pulling an endless list of boys and girls names out of his hat.
“Magic?” said Riley.
“Don't you believe?” Ava asked.
“In sleight of hand, yes, but once you know the trick...”
“Then it's more magical,” said Ava. “Because you can choose to play along.”
Santa poofed into thin air and a penguin mascot appeared, slipping around the stage.
Adults laughed as if they were in on some old joke, while children clapped.
“Is this usual?” Riley asked.
“Around here of course,” said Ava, as she produced a stick of peppermint bark from somewhere in her peacoat, “it's all about the Christmas magic. I'll show you.”
Riley waved away the offer of the bark. “That's okay, I don't need to see any more.”
“Oh come on,” said Ava. “Please? Let me show you my favorite place in the world.”
The aroma of coffee beans and chocolate sent Riley back in her mind, to previous coffee shops, previous conversations. Times she looked deep into the souls of the women who she swore she loved and who swore they loved her until inevitably they said something to the effect that her insistence that they, like the buildings she restored, fit some unspoken architectural guideline.
“You have to allow for things to fall apart, that plans might not always come to fruition,” Alex had said. Alex as Riley's ex, the one that she had most stayed friends with. The one who would still show up on a Friday night and share a bottle of whiskey or two or three.
Alex was always suggesting something new, and Riley had been taken to too many places just to complain about them all the time.
Speaking of complaining, Ava was smiling at her again, and waved her over excitedly.
“I know that this is Christmas time and usually we get a spice blend, or hot cocoa, but my favorite favorite drink in all the world is this lavender tea.”
She handed Riley a cup.
“I'm not a tea drinker,” Riley protested.
“Just try it please? For me?” Ava said.
“How are you making bambi eyes at me like we've been friends forever?” Riley asked, as the two women sat down and sipped the tea. With a hint of honey, it was delicious, and almost like a London Fog. Something about it was different.
“I think they put peppermint in it as well, so it's not just Earl Grey,” Ava said.
“It's fine,” said Riley.
“Damned with faint praise,” said Ava. “This is my favorite, something about it just feels like home.”
A pause.
Ava continued, “When I was smaller, when I had to get away from everything, I would come here and the punks behind the counter they saw me, really saw me. Even when I couldn't pay they always had at least one cup they 'spilled' for me. Plus, there was always something going on.”
“Something going on?” asked Riley, trying to imagine a younger Ava, her hair spiked into a mohawk.
“Like this,” Ava pointed and smiled.
An older gentleman, maybe fifty years old, wearing the tweed jacket of a professor, walked slowly onto a small stage in the corner of the cafe. He opened up a small guitar case and drew out a ¾ size guitar. For a moment the place was still, a moment of exact silence as the man let his fingers find the proper fret.
A jet of steam from a coffee machine made a squealing noise, just as the man began singing “Charlie, I'm pregnant, I'm living on 5th street...”
“Tom Waits,” said Riley.
“You know it?” Ava asked. Her smile was wide.
“I know it,” said Riley, thinking about how Alex and her had of a drunken Christmas night, wandering through the snowy upstate streets, drunkenly shouted the verses of every sad holiday song they knew, from “Fairytale of New York” to “Christmas Card from a Hooker in Minneapolis”.
“It's sad but wonderful,” said Ava.
“As are all tales of Middle Earth,” Riley found herself saying.
Ava pushed Riley lightly.
“What was that for?”
Another giant Ava smile. “I didn't know you were a nerd, too. Come on, I have something to show you.”
Ava bounded out of the Cafe. Riley looked at the cashier, who waved her off.
“Ava's good for it,” the cashier said. As Riley followed after, she could swear she heard the barista saying “don't hurt her.”
Ava bounced like a puppy dog down the streets of the small city. She stopped at a window to admire a holiday display. A sparkly red dress with a hood, lined with white trim was posed in the window sitting in a sleigh next to a dark near-black suit with little flares of Santa red as flourishes throughout. In the window, their reflections matched up to the clothes: Ava in the dress, and Riley in the suit.
Riley looked at Ava then glanced away.
She swore she felt Ava doing the same thing.
Then Ava took her hand and said “come on, tour's not over yet.”
Ava pulled Riley through almost every store and landmark in the town. They went to the bookstore, another cafe, saw the lights in each storefront, stopped to look at various mangers in front of the churches, and finally they came to a place that Riley had seen before, though only in photographs.
It was a simple two wing building, one wing having been built on to a much much older wing. The new wing was of solid construction, the 90s style that did not much care to match the existing building, only extend it outwards.
It was too bad that this part of the building didn't match the older, clearly original part of the building. Grey stones that looked to be sourced from somewhere local built a small hall up to a gabled roof.
A sign in front said “Hollydale Community Center”, so there could be no doubt. Another sign said “close for repair.”
“She needs a little surgery,” Ava said. Riley glanced at her. Was Ava wiping away a tear?
“But she's a good strong girl,” Ava said. “Some of the best times of my life were in here.”
Ava turned to Riley. She pressed her hand into hers. She leaned in.
Riley felt herself blushing.
“Promise me you'll treat her well, Doc. That you'll see her through the surgery?”
“Surgery?” Riley asked. “I'm a contractor not a--”
“Not a doctor?” Ava stuck out her tongue and made the Vulcan live long and prosper salute.
In Spock fashion, Riley raised a single eyebrow.
“You have a 'Friend of Garak' sticker on your truck,” Riley observed. “Which reminds me, this is what I wanted to show you.”
She pointed across from the community center to a small shop. It was called “Quenderin Oromardë”.
“High Hall of the Elves?” Riley asked.
Ava elbowed her. “Nerd,” she laughed.
They went inside, and found a gaming store, with Magic the Gathering Cards and comics along the front walls, rows of Eurogames more expensive than playable though always beautiful on the package, and a few rows of tables where a Dungeons and Dragons game was in session.
“You're not stacking your bonuses correctly,” Riley said as she looked over thief-players character sheet. “Oops, sorry, not my game,” she said.
“No no, tell me,” said the player, “I need any help I can get against that bastard.”
“You told me not to pull punches,” said a large man who resembled no one else but Santa Claus. He stroked his white beard and checked notes behind his DM's screen.
“Well, you've forgotten your proficiency bonus, for one thing,” Riley said. “You didn't increase it when you leveled.”
“I thought something was off,” the player said. He introduced himself as Benson, and shook Riley's hand.
“Quiet down there,” said the Santa-Claus DM, whose name was Marcos. “They're in the middle of a battle.”
Riley sat down and watched as a pitched battle between the PCs and some gnomes throwing snowballs at each other took place, only interrupted by the arrival of a magical man on a red sleigh.
When Riley stood up, having traded jokes with the group, swapped a few tales of unlikely character triumphs and sad character deaths, Ava smiled and said “I thought you would like that.”
“Yes,” Riley said, as they left the store, “but must everything in this town be centered around Christmas? Even the gaming?”
“You should see what happens in the game at Easter,” Ava said. “I never want to hear eggs and zombies mentioned in the same breath again.”
The sun was sinking beneath the horizon. A brisk wind whistled through the streets. Riley noticed fewer people outside, everyone bundled up against the chill and the cold. She shivered as well.
“You need a better coat,” said Ava.
“I didn't know,” said Riley.
Ava took off her own coat and said, “with your permission.”
Riley started to say no, but her teeth were chattering. Ava shot her a look that was more school marm than peer, as if daring Riley not to take the offered warmth.
“With your permission only,” Ava said. Riley nodded, and Ava wrapped her up in Ava's own coat.
It kind of smells like her, thought Riley, like vanilla and cookies and... and those times I was a child making cookies with my aunt, before holiday's got complicated.
She wiped away a tear she felt forming on her face. She turned to Ava.
“Will you be okay without a coat?”
“I'll be fine, it's not too far back to the inn” Ava said. But she was shivering as well.
“Don't be proud,” Riley said, “well, be proud but don't refuse warmth. We can share the coat.”
She opened up one side, and Ava slipped her arm in. It must have looked ridiculous, or like some sketch comedy bit done by a college improve show, but together in one coat they made their way back to the inn.
There was a moment as they walked when Ava stopped for a moment.
“I'm not trying to come on really strong,” Ava said. “I don't even know anything other than I'd love another friend. But I know people see me as super flirty.”
“I hadn't noticed,” Riley lied.
“Liar,” Ava said, nudging Riley with her elbow. “But a sweet one.”
“It won't affect me,” Riley lied again, “I'm just here to do my job. I don't mind a friend but I'm not going to be around long.”
“I understand,” said Ava. “So if it feels like I'm pushing you too far just tell me, I'll back the fuck off.”
Oh please don't, Riley thought, blushing again.
They lapsed into a small silence for a moment.
Then Ava asked Riley to teach her Lord of the Rings Elvish and said she'd always loved Instagram comics about Samwise and Mr. Frodo's queerness.
“Your room is ready,” said Clara, smiling. “And if you wish, I believe the bath is free if you would like to warm up.”
Riley nodded her thanks as Clara gave her the key to room 201. Riley headed up the stairs.
Ava watched her ascend the stairs. As Riley turned the corner, she swore she heard Clara and Ava talking.
“She's just your type,” said Clara.
“She's not interested,” said Ava.
“But you are,” said Clara.
“Auntie!” As Riley turned the key to her room and found her way to the bedroom, then into the bath, she could imagine Ava pushing Clara very lightly, and Clara winking back.
As she sank into a peppermint and mocha scented bubble path, letting the warm water seep into her pores, Riley thought two things: I must focus on the community center. I'm not here to make friends.
And she also thought, but if Ava and I could...
It was almost not worth thinking about.
Almost.
December 2
Ava woke up, her smile still large. She knew it wasn't real, but her dreams that night had been of sitting on a bench with Riley, watching as Christmases future came and went. The soft tinkling of light jazz played in her mind, and she remembered a poem that always made her feel warm and safe, like the light of a fire, cuddled underneath the sweet smelling pine scent of a Christmas tree. Resting, as she had in childhood, on the side of a snoring dog.
“If day / has to become night / this is a beautiful way,” she said to herself as she found her waking state. Wiping a hand across her face, she grabbed her pills and creams and began her routine. Then she went to her makeup mirror, and carefully traced her contours, finding her face once more.
She sat for a moment, looking at her collection of wig, and pondered the usual question: natural day or wig day?
As per usual she went with her natural hair, taking time to enjoy the feeling of the pull of the brush as it teased a paradoxical light roughness through her hair. Something about the push and the pull made her tingle. She closed her eyes and imagine that rather than her own hand, it was Riley's hand running the brush through each tangle.
“Too bad I won't see her much today,” she thought. “After all I'm sure she has a lot of work to do. I guess I do as well.”
When she went downstairs for breakfast, her mother was filling up her father's cup of coffee. Dad had on his work clothes, ratty old barn clothes that were always stained from whatever last project he'd done.
“What are you fixing today?” Ava asked.
“I don't know,” said her father. “But I got a call in for extra hands at the construction company. They're all at the old community center, so I figured I'd go help out.”
“Your dad knows how much that center meant to you--” Ava's mom said, placing a stack of pancakes in front of both of them, with red and green sprinkles in the butter and a santa-shaped carafe of maple syrup nearby.
Ava watched her dad pour over half of the sryup onto his pancakes.
“You could come with me if you wanted,” he said, “we could always use the help.”
“Thanks dad,” Ava said, kissing him on the cheek. “But I'm scheduled to work at the book shop today.”
“Oh is that so?” said Ava's mom. “Clara said that the contractor who came in last night and you got on famously. Maybe the two of you could--”
“Mom!” Ava whined. “Stay out of it! It's bad enough that Aunt Clara thinks she's some matchmaker for me.”
Mom held up her hands. “Okay, okay, I won't push. But if you want my opinion.”
“She doesn't,” Dad interjected. Mom continued on anyways.
“If you want my opinion, you have to let yourself be really open to someone. Every time you get close enough you get scared and run away.”
“I'm open enough!”
Mom started counting on her hands, with Dad and Ava sharing an awkward look.
“There was Brian, and Melissa, and Gem, and Tartan, and Donder, and Blitzem, and Mariah for a start. All were perfectly fine people.”
“Even I know some of those are reindeer,” said Dad.
“Leave it alone mom, please,” said Ava. “I've got work.”
They finished their plates in silence, and Dad drove Ava to work, dropping her off at the Holly, Ivy, and Oak Bookstore.
“Call me if you want a ride home,” he said, and headed off to pitch in at the community center.
Ava: "Come on, Riley, you can't stay in Hollydale without getting a real Christmas tree. It's practically a rule."
Riley: "Ava, the inn already has a Christmas tree. And besides, putting a giant tree in my tiny room? It’s a little... weird, don’t you think?"
Ava: "Weird? No way! I even have a little Charlie Brown tree at home—makes the place feel special."
Riley: "A Charlie Brown tree, huh? Yeah, that tracks. You’d go for something scrappy like that."
Ava: "Hey, scrappy’s got charm! Come on, live a little—let's find you a proper tree."
Riley: "Alright, alright... but I’m blaming you when I can’t walk around my room without tripping over pine needles."
December 3: The Cocoa Incident
(Verse 1)
I saw them standing by the cocoa stand,
A little spill and a gentle hand,
Laughing at the mess they’d made,
In a world of winter, under tinsel shade.
(Chorus)
One cup knocked over, another to share,
Two strangers meeting, warmth in the air,
Awkward smiles and a nervous start,
Two different worlds, one growing heart.
(Verse 2)
They found a table just a little ways down,
Sat together while the snow fell around,
Talking 'bout holidays they knew from before,
One loved the magic, the other ignored.
(Chorus)
One cup knocked over, another to share,
Two strangers meeting, warmth in the air,
Awkward smiles and a nervous start,
Two different worlds, one growing heart.
(Bridge)
They laughed at memories from different times,
One had the magic, one just had the rhymes,
The way they leaned closer, oh, they couldn't see,
How perfect it looked from where I came to be.
(Chorus)
One cup knocked over, another to share,
Two strangers meeting, warmth in the air,
Awkward smiles and a nervous start,
Two different worlds, one growing heart.
(Outro)
I walked away with my cocoa in hand,
Watching those strangers become something grand,
And I wished on the snow that fell from above,
For a sweet little meet like that—
A chance at love.
December 4: Cookie Crumble
Although I had so much to do today,
The center of town cannot self repair,
Ava took me from my carpentry, swayed
As She led me across the village square.
"I do not need another Christmas craft,"
I said, "Remember I am here to help rebuild."
"So build a gingerbread house," Ava laughed,
"Decorate a cookie! Ease your sad head!"
Though with my hands I can build strong house frames,
The icing seemed to slip and slip away,
Covering my hands, sticky on my jeans,
A crumbling mess that Ava swept away:
Her hand grabbed mine. She said, "I'll teach the skill."
We shared a look. My body felt a chill.
--Riley
December 5: The Ugly Sweater Party
Ava's Dot Journal:
December 5:
Ugly Sweater Success:
Riley showed up in the sweater Aunt Clara got for her—big win. Shows she’s willing to play along.
Note: Riley’s face when Dad said she looked “part of the family”—priceless but also awkward.
Family Impressions:
Mom and Dad seemed to like her (Mom kept asking about her work, Dad even joked about carpentry tips).
Aunt Clara couldn’t help herself, kept hinting about "bringing someone special"—need to remind her to tone it down a bit.
Riley's Comfort Level:
She looked a bit out of place at first, but once food was on the table, she loosened up.
When everyone shared holiday stories, Riley seemed genuinely touched by some of the family traditions (made a comment about how it’s been a while since she’s seen a family do stuff like this).
Romance Hints:
Too much teasing from everyone? Riley was definitely blushing, but she didn’t bolt, so that’s good.
When Mom asked Riley about her Christmas plans, there was a moment—Riley glanced my way. Not sure what that means yet, but maybe something positive?
Overall Family Dynamic:
Riley seemed to be intrigued by how everyone gets along—she watched Dad and Aunt Clara bicker over the mashed potatoes, and she laughed!
She mentioned something about “not expecting it to feel this... warm.” Maybe she’s starting to see the value in being part of a community, or a family? Hopeful.
Next Steps:
Don’t push too hard. Let Riley have some space to get used to it all.
Keep it light—maybe something casual like grabbing cocoa again, no big family gatherings (at least not right away).
Show her more of my world, but let her take the lead when it comes to the more personal stuff.
December 6: Snowman Building
Riley's Diary:
December 6 -
Building a snowman should be simple, right? Stack some snow, add a carrot nose, and voilà. Yet, there I was, staring at a lopsided heap while Ava's snowman looked like it belonged in a holiday magazine. She even managed to give hers a charming expression. How does she make everything festive look so effortless?
Then came the debate. As we worked, Ava said, "You know, Jack Frost is the coolest of all the winter characters."
I couldn't help but smirk. "Jack Frost? He's just a guy with frost powers. Frosty the Snowman is where it's at—a classic."
Ava raised an eyebrow. "Frosty? He's sweet, but a bit too... jolly. Now, 'Hot Frosty'—that's an interesting twist."
I chuckled. "'Hot Frosty'? You mean that new Netflix movie where the snowman comes to life and falls in love?"
"Exactly," she replied, her eyes twinkling. "It's a fun take on the old tale."
I shook my head, grinning. "Still, if we're talking about 'cool' characters, Snow Miser takes the cake."
Ava laughed. "Actually, wouldn't Heat Miser be the hottest? You know, because of the heat."
I rolled my eyes playfully. "Fair point."
Throughout this banter, I found it hard to concentrate. Ava's laughter, the way her eyes lit up when she teased me—it was distracting. Not to mention when she leaned over to help with my collapsing snowman, her proximity made it even harder to focus.
Then, out of nowhere, she tossed a snowball at me. "Hey!" I exclaimed, wiping snow from my face.
"Consider it payback for doubting 'Hot Frosty'," she said, grinning mischievously.
I couldn't let that slide. Soon, we were in a full-blown snowball fight, laughing like kids. At one point, I slipped and fell, and Ava was right there, offering her hand to help me up.
I'm here to rebuild the community center, to work. But moments like today make me wonder if there's more to this place—and to Ava—than I initially thought. Maybe it's okay to let my guard down a bit and enjoy these unexpected distractions.
"Oh, look at you two! Such a sweet couple, helping out with everything together. I knew there was something special going on between you."
"Uh, actually, we're not—"
"Yep! We are totally, definitely... together. Right, Riley?" (nervous smile)
"Wait, what?"
"I knew it! You two make such a cute pair. I could tell from the start." (walking off, humming a holiday tune)
"Are you serious? What was that?"
"I'm sorry, I panicked. She just looked so happy about it, and I didn't want to embarrass her. I mean... it's harmless, right?"
"You want me to pretend to be your girlfriend? Just to keep Aunt Clara from feeling embarrassed?"
"It’s not like it’s for long. Just until she stops talking about it. It’ll make her happy... and we won’t have to deal with the awkward questions."
"This is ridiculous. But... fine. I’ll play along. For now. Just don’t expect me to be good at it."
"Oh, you’re the best, Riley! And don’t worry, I’ll make it easy on you. No over-the-top romantic stuff... unless you want to, of course."
"Let’s not push it, okay?"
"Got it, got it. Just casual fake dating. No big deal."
"I can’t believe I’m doing this..."
"Hey, could be worse. At least you get to fake-date someone charming."
"And so very humble too."
"That's right! I'm the best.
December 8: Greeting Cards
To Aunt Clara:
"Thank you for welcoming me into your beautiful inn and making this holiday season feel a bit less lonely. Your kindness means a lot. Wishing you warmth and joy. - Riley"
To Ava’s Parents:
"Thank you for including me in your family traditions. It’s been years since I’ve felt anything like this during the holidays. Wishing you the happiest Christmas! - Riley"
To the Community Center Volunteers:
"Thank you for working so hard alongside me to restore the community center. It’s been a great experience because of people like you. Merry Christmas! - Riley"
To Aunt Clara:
"You’re the heart of this family and the brightest light in Hollydale! Thank you for always cheering me on and making everything feel like home. Love, Ava"
To Riley’s Co-workers:
"Thank you for putting up with us as we ‘borrowed’ Riley for the holidays. She’s been an amazing addition to all the festivities! Wishing you a wonderful holiday season. - Ava"
To the Bookstore Crew:
"Merry Christmas to the best bookshop team ever! Thanks for making every day a little more magical—and for always letting me drag Riley into your events. - Ava"
Riley’s Card to Ava:
"Ava, you’ve somehow managed to make this whole holiday season bearable—and even fun. Thanks for pulling me into all your traditions, and for sharing your magic. Looking forward to more. Merry Christmas! - Riley"
"Dear Ava, I have to admit, I didn’t think I’d enjoy any of this—town events, decorations, or... you. But somehow, I’m finding myself looking forward to each moment with you. Maybe it’s your laughter, or the way you pull me in without asking if I’m ready, but it’s starting to feel like I belong here. Like I belong... with you. Merry Christmas, and thanks for being... you. - Riley"
Ava’s Card to Riley:
"Riley, it’s been amazing to watch you try to build snowmen, bake cookies, and somehow, still laugh at all my jokes. You make every day brighter, and I hope this is only the beginning. Happy Holidays! - Ava"
"Riley, I don’t know when exactly it happened, but you’ve gone from the grumpy contractor to someone I can’t imagine these days without. It’s funny—I’ve been trying so hard not to push you, but every time you laugh or stay a little longer, I find myself hoping for more. More of these moments, more of us. Maybe I’m just feeling extra festive, but I think I’d really like to see what happens next. Happy Holidays. - Ava"
December 9: Ice Skating
@FestiveAva:
I heard this song on the radio I've never heard before. It seemed to be about what just happened with Riley and me...
Riley is either the suavest person I've ever met or the least put together.
Certainly not put together on the ice skating rink.
How did the Santa’s Workshop event go today? I saw Riley in her elf costume before I had to run to the bakery, and I must say, you two make quite the pair—especially you in your Christmas spirit and Riley finally coming around to it!
Tell me, was it a success? I hope the children had fun, and I’m especially curious to hear how Riley did with them. I know she’s usually more comfortable around wood and nails than around kids, but she looked so charming in that costume. 😊
Also... I may have caught a bit of a twinkle in your eye whenever you looked at her. 😉
Looking forward to your update!
Love,
Aunt Clara
From: Ava ava@hollydaleinn.com
To: Aunt Clara clara@hollydaleinn.com
Date: December 7th
Subject: RE: How Did the Workshop Go?
Hi Aunt Clara!
The workshop went so much better than I expected! Riley was amazing with the kids—honestly, I think she surprised herself with how much fun she had. I know you mentioned she’s more used to construction tools than crayons and candy canes, but seeing her with the kids was really special. She even helped one little girl make a toy reindeer that had a wheel for a leg, like a sleigh-racing reindeer! The kids were laughing, and Riley looked... well, really happy.
And yes, I’ll admit it—she looked adorable in her elf costume. But don't you go getting any ideas! We’re just... enjoying the holidays together. She’s still here to work on the community center, but I think all these festive activities are starting to grow on her. And you know, I think she’s starting to get why this place means so much to all of us.
Oh, and about that twinkle in my eye—ahem, that's just the magic of Christmas, right? 😉 Nothing else! I swear.
Anyway, thanks for always cheering us on. I think Riley is really getting to understand what makes Hollydale special—and maybe even a bit of what makes me... um, happy too.
Love you,
Ava
From: Aunt Clara clara@hollydaleinn.com
To: Ava ava@hollydaleinn.com
Date: December 8th
Subject: RE: How Did the Workshop Go?
Ava, darling, it sounds wonderful! I'm so happy to hear that Riley’s opening up, and it sounds like the two of you make a wonderful team—both for the children and in general. 😉
I won't push you two too much, but... let’s just say I’m happy to see how things are progressing.
Love you lots,
Aunt Clara
December 11: The Worst Wreath
December 11th
I still can’t believe I’m this bad at wreath-making. It’s literally just weaving branches together—how hard could it be? Apparently, very hard, if you’re me. I can build a house, I can frame a wall, but I can’t make a decent holiday wreath to save my life.
Ava, of course, was there the whole time, smiling like my disaster of a wreath was the cutest thing she'd ever seen. She even insisted we hang it on Aunt Clara’s door. And... somehow, that made me feel proud of it, even with the branches sticking out in all directions like some deranged pine porcupine.
It has to be Ava, right? She’s the reason I can’t focus on anything festive without messing it up. The way she laughs, the way she says I’m doing great even when I know I’m not—it’s distracting, but in a way I almost don’t mind.
"Hello, dear ones! You've reached Aunt Clara's messaging service. I'm here to spread holiday cheer, even in the middle of a snowstorm! Leave your message, and I'll get back to you with a sprinkle of festive warmth!"
**Message 1:**
From: Ava's Dad
"Hey Clara, just checking if Ava made it to the neighbor's place okay. This snow's getting heavy, and I don't want her and Riley getting stuck. Let me know if you hear anything."
**Message 2:**
From: Winter Storm Alert
"Winter Storm Warning: Heavy snowfall expected through the evening. Travel is highly discouraged. Stay safe and stay indoors."
**Message 3:**
From: Ava
"Aunt Clara, we're at the neighbor's cabin, but the snow is getting worse. We’re gonna stay here overnight to be safe. Can you let Dad know? Don't want him worrying."
**Message 4:**
From: Ava's Dad
"Clara, do you know if they have enough supplies? I’d rather they stay put than try to get back in this weather."
**Message 5:**
From: Riley
"Clara, just letting you know we’re settled in for the night. The storm is really picking up, but we’ve got enough wood for the fire and plenty of food. It’s actually pretty cozy here."
**Message 6:**
From: Ava
"Okay, update: there’s only one bed, and Riley’s insisting she’ll take the floor. LOL. I’m going to convince her otherwise. Don’t worry, we’re good."
**Message 7:**
From: Ava's Dad
"If they’re stuck there, at least it's a good place to be stuck. That cabin’s always been warm and welcoming. Hope they're staying safe."
**Message 8:**
From: Ava's Dad
"Glad to hear they’re both okay. Just make sure they keep that fire going and stay warm. Ava better be nice to Riley about the bed!"
**Message 9:**
From: Riley
"Thanks for the advice, Clara. Ava’s really pushing for me to take the bed, but I’m not giving in that easily. The fire’s keeping us warm, and Jingle’s curled up by it too. It’s kinda nice."
**Message 10:**
From: Ava
"Clara, you should see Riley trying to play these board games. She’s accusing me of cheating, but I swear it's just beginner's luck! We’re making the best of it."
**Message 11:**
From: Neighbor
"Clara, just wanted to thank Ava and Riley for their help today. They really went above and beyond before the storm hit. Hope they're staying warm."
**Message 12:**
From: Ava's Dad
"Thanks for keeping me in the loop, Clara. Sounds like they’re making the best of it. Let them know I’m proud of them for helping out."
**Message 13:**
From: Ava
"The snow’s still coming down, but we’re okay. Riley’s teaching Jingle some tricks by the fire—it’s actually really sweet. I think she’s finally relaxing a bit."
**Message 14:**
From: Neighbor
"Clara, just wanted to let you know—Ava and Riley seem to be getting along really well over here. Saw them both snuggled up in the bed after all that fuss about who would take the floor. Jingle’s curled up with them too. Looks like they’re all keeping each other warm by the fire."
**Message 15:**
From: Riley
"Clara, Ava's already planning breakfast when we get back. Says you make the best pancakes—so I guess we’re putting in a request. Stay safe!"
December 15: Decorating the Town Square
December 15: Community Center & Town Square Notes
- Started early: Arrived at the community center. Plan: finish support beams and electrical.
- Parts missing: Missing brackets for beams. Special order required. ETA: one week. Annoying delay.
- Electrical issue: Wiring in main hall still faulty. Suspect fuse box. No replacement parts today. Stopped work for safety.
- Frustrated: Work stalled. Sitting around wasn't helping. Ava showed up. Too cheerful for the situation. Dragged me to help decorate the town square.
- Decorating duty: Ava handed me string lights. Told to "get festive." Not really my thing. Kids running around everywhere, lots of noise. Reluctantly got to work.
- Wreaths and garlands: Ended up stringing lights and helping with garlands. Ava wouldn't stop joking. Hard to stay annoyed with her constantly messing around. Townspeople were too friendly, kept complimenting my work. Strange feeling.
- Kid's request: A little girl asked if I could lift her to put a star on a tree. Ava egged me on, so I did it. Kid smiled like it was the best thing ever. Felt... weirdly nice.
- Accidental fun: Ava got into a snowball fight with some of the kids. Got dragged into it. Tried to stay out of it, but got hit by Ava. Ended up joining in. Laughed more than expected.
- Glitter everywhere: Ava found glitter at some point and threw it around. Ended up with it all over me, in my hair. She said it suited me. Rolled my eyes but couldn't help smiling.
- Ava's hand: Later, while we were admiring the lights, Ava took my hand. Didn't even think to pull away. Felt... right. Comfortable. Like I was part of something, not just passing through.
- Warm cider: Townspeople handed out warm cider as the lights came on. Ava and I shared a cup. She kept making toasts to silly things—glitter, lights, even Jingle. Couldn't stop smiling.
- Community feel: People gathered around as it got dark. Lights twinkling, music playing. Ava was laughing with everyone, and I realized I wasn't in a rush to leave. Felt good to be here.
- Wrap-up: Decorations turned out better than I expected. Lights looked great. Ava's smile made me forget the frustration with the community center repairs. Maybe the town isn't so bad. Maybe Christmas has its moments. Ava makes it all feel better.
December 16: Rules for Building Gingerbread Houses
Today was a mix of chaos and sweetness, all wrapped up in glitter and gingerbread. After Riley helped with the town square decorations—and shocker, she even laughed—I somehow convinced her to help me make a gingerbread house. I mean, how hard could it be, right?
Apparently, very hard if you don’t follow Riley’s incredibly detailed instructions. She had actual rules for it! She went full contractor mode, and I had to laugh when she started talking about "structural integrity" and "proper load-bearing walls." I kept teasing her about how it’s just gingerbread, but she insisted—she went to school for this, after all, and she knows how to build a house, gingerbread or otherwise.
Riley made me use extra icing as if we were sealing real beams. She even drew out a little plan on a napkin for how the roof should be supported. I swear, she was treating it like it was going to be inspected by a gingerbread building authority. She kept saying things like, "Ava, if you don't support this wall, it's just going to collapse," and I couldn't help but roll my eyes, but also... it was kind of adorable.
We ended up bickering—lightly, of course—over every little detail. I wanted colorful candies along the roof, she wanted everything "symmetrical for balance." At one point, I stuck a gumdrop on the top just to mess with her, and she gave me this look like I’d just committed a cardinal sin of architecture. I told her it was artistic flair. She sighed but let it stay, muttering something about "structural nonsense."
In the end, it was actually the best gingerbread house I’ve ever made. It stood perfectly, and even Riley admitted it looked good. She still complained about my candy placement, though. But I could tell she was having fun, even if she won’t outright say it. There was a moment when we were both leaning over, adding the final touches, and our hands brushed. She looked up, and I swear, her eyes softened just a bit. It was fleeting, but I know I saw it.
We finished up, covered in icing and laughing like idiots. I think today was the first time I’ve seen her really relax since she got here. And honestly? I’m starting to think she likes being here. Maybe not just because of the town, either.
--AVA
December 17: Police Complaint
POLICE RECORD - December 17: Complaint by Mr. Harold Thompson
Complainant: Harold Thompson
Address: 104 Pine Street, Hollydale
Time of Complaint: 6:45 PM
Responding Officer: Officer Janet O'Malley
Nature of Complaint: Unnecessary perfection in holiday light setup
Complaint Details:
Mr. Thompson called to report that Ava Holloway and Riley Snow, who were helping him put up his Christmas lights, "did everything too perfectly." He mentioned, "The lights are straight, all the bulbs work, and everything's symmetrical—just like they planned." Mr. Thompson stated that it was "unsettling" how well everything came together and that they "didn't need to go above and beyond." He seemed frustrated but unable to articulate any specific wrongdoing by Ava or Riley.
Mr. Thompson went on to recount the entire day in detail:
- Arrival: Ava and Riley showed up at around 10:00 AM. Mr. Thompson mentioned that he only reluctantly agreed to their help because Ava was insistent. He noted that Riley seemed less enthusiastic but eventually got on board.
- Planning the Lights: Ava and Riley immediately started making plans for the lights. Mr. Thompson noted that Riley kept insisting on checking the wiring, measuring distances, and making sure everything was safely connected. He mentioned how Riley said, "We can’t risk any fire hazards, Mr. Thompson," which he found overly cautious for a simple light setup.
- Setting Up: The two spent hours meticulously setting up the lights. Mr. Thompson noted that Ava kept things lively, playing Christmas music and joking around. He said that Riley, though serious at first, eventually joined in with Ava, and even started humming along. Mr. Thompson commented that it felt like they were enjoying themselves too much for what should have been a straightforward task.
- Decorations Added: After the lights were up, Ava insisted on adding more decorations. Garland, wreaths, and even a light-up reindeer were brought out from his shed—things Mr. Thompson hadn’t used in years. He said Ava and Riley were "too persistent" in adding these decorations, and it made his house look far more festive than usual. He added that Riley, in particular, was focused on making sure everything was perfectly symmetrical, which he found both impressive and unsettling.
- Hot Cocoa Break: Mr. Thompson mentioned that after they finished, Ava made hot cocoa for everyone. They sat on his porch and admired their work. He reluctantly admitted that it was "kind of nice" but still felt like they had gone overboard.
- Final Admiration: As the sun set, the lights came on, and a few neighbors stopped by to compliment the display. Mr. Thompson said Ava and Riley stood with him, admiring the lights. He noted that at some point, Ava and Riley were holding hands, which he thought was "a bit much." Despite his complaints, he mentioned that the lights did look beautiful.
Officer's Observations:
Upon arrival, Officer O'Malley spoke with Mr. Thompson. It became apparent that his frustration was less about the actual decorations and more about feeling overwhelmed by the attention and the resulting perfect display. The complainant appeared grumpy but did not display any genuine distress or anger. He repeatedly mentioned that Ava and Riley "meant well" and that they even brought hot cocoa to share once they were done.
Conclusion:
Officer O'Malley concluded that Mr. Thompson's complaint was unfounded in terms of legal or safety concerns. It appears Mr. Thompson simply wanted company but struggled to express it. The officer noted that Mr. Thompson seemed visibly happier by the end of the conversation, especially when mentioning how everyone admired the lights together at the end of the day.
Resolution: Complaint marked as resolved. No further action required. Officer O'Malley will include Mr. Thompson in regular community checks moving forward to ensure he feels connected and supported.
Ava: I've never seen someone cheat that much at Scrabble before.
Riley: Have you met your dad? I thought he was gonna crash into the tree during pin the carrot on the snowman. I'm just glad I got to play "Romance".
Ava: And I thought I was the crossword wiz! I couldn't crack it.
Riley: I have brain as well as muscles and I'm not afraid to use both.
Ava: I get the distinct feeling my parents are watching us from inside the house.
Riley: With your permission, they can watch this.
Ava: You have permission.
*They Kiss*
December 21: This Car's a Non-Starter
Riley thought I didn't see that stand up set she did at a local Cafe, but I did. I even recorded it.
You know, there are some downright absurd things you do when you like someone. Like, when you really like them. And I’m trying to keep it cool here—totally breezy, no emotions deeper than a kiddie pool. Except, apparently, my version of “casual” involves showing up at a moment's notice because someone’s car sounds like it’s dying a slow, painful death.
It was supposed to be a regular day—groceries, hardware store, easy stuff. But nope. Life decided, “Oh, you want simple? How about a car that just decides to give up?” And, of course, it happens when she’s already halfway down a back road to nowhere. She calls me, and there’s this pause after she says, "Hey, um, do you think you could help?" Like she knows she doesn’t want to ask, but also she kind of does want me there.
I had to take a cab to get to her because, oh yeah, my trusty truck decided it was also gonna take a day off. So, there we are, stuck, neither of us with a functioning vehicle. Perfect. She’s driving, naturally, because she’s got this thing about control, and we’re just chatting when her car makes this god-awful noise—like a chainsaw trying to chew through a brick. She pulls over, pops the hood, and gives me this look. It’s that look that says, “Don’t worry, I can fix this.” And I’m just standing there, trying not to laugh, because, girl, no. That car is beyond saving. It needs a Viking funeral, not a tune-up.
But she’s got that determined look—you know the one. Eyebrows furrowed, jaw set, sleeves rolled up like she’s about to do battle with a dragon instead of a busted radiator. She’s tapping on random parts, mumbling, “Maybe it’s the alternator?” And I’m thinking, Okay, first of all, I thought the alternator was one of the Autobots. Second, you could tap on that thing all day, it’s not gonna come back to life. But I keep that to myself, because I value my well-being.
Eventually, I manage to convince her that calling for a tow is the best option here. We get back in the car, and she just casually pulls out a thermos of hot chocolate from her bag, like it’s some planned-out winter picnic. I’m like, Wait, you packed hot chocolate but didn’t think to bring jumper cables? Priorities, right? But hey, I’m not complaining—it’s sweet. In that “I’m definitely catching feelings” kind of way.
So we’re sitting there, sipping cocoa that’s rapidly getting colder, and I start noticing things again. Like the way her nose is pink from the cold, and her hair’s all over the place because of the wind, and that smile—just this little half-smile, like she’s trying not to let on that she thinks this whole situation is ridiculous. And I catch myself staring, thinking, Oops, too much information. You don’t need to know all that about Av-- a very special person. Reel it in, Riley. Keep it together.
And then she starts talking about real stuff. The kind of stuff that gets under your skin—about being scared of ending up alone. And I wasn’t prepared for that. I was ready to talk about spark plugs or how tow trucks take forever, but here we are. She’s opening up, and I’m trying to think of something to say that doesn’t sound stupid, so I blurt out, “Hey, if we both end up alone, we can just be alone together. We’ll be the ‘Lonesome Duo.’ I’ll get us matching jackets.” It’s corny, but she laughs. And honestly, that laugh could melt all the snow around us. It’s so genuine, and it makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, I didn’t completely mess things up.
Then it’s my turn, and somehow, I start talking about my own dreams. The kind of big, silly dreams that you don’t really say out loud because you’re scared they’ll sound dumb. But there she is, looking at me with those eyes—like they’re wide open, like they’re seeing me, really seeing me. And I catch myself getting all poetic again, and I’m like, Alright, Riley, tone it down before you start quoting Shakespeare or something.
We sit there for a while after that. Quiet, but it’s not awkward. It’s that nice kind of quiet, the one where you don’t need to say anything because just being there is enough. And honestly, sitting in that freezing car, sharing lukewarm hot chocolate, feels like one of the best moments I’ve had in a long time.
Finally, the tow truck shows up, and we have to leave her poor car behind. And as we pile into the tow truck—yes, it’s just as cramped and awkward as you’d imagine—I’m not thinking about the errands or the groceries we didn’t get. I’m thinking about her laugh, and her stupid determination to fix that car, and how maybe this weird little adventure made everything feel a little more possible.
And look, if you tell anyone about this, I’ll deny it. I’ve got a reputation to maintain as the cool, detached one. I can’t let anyone know that I’m out here catching feelings over hot chocolate and a broken car. Especially not her. Let’s keep that between us, okay?
At least she didn't blame me for my car deciding to break down like it was the truck in Hallmarks' Evergreen series.
--Ava
December 22: The Pageant
Holiday Spirit Takes Center Stage in Charming Haven’s Christmas Pageant
By Holly Frost, *Charming Haven Gazette* Gossip Columnist
The Charming Haven Annual Christmas Pageant was anything but ordinary this year, thanks to a surprise performance that left the entire town talking. The rehearsal, held last night in the community hall, featured some unexpected stars—and an even more unexpected ending that had everyone cheering (and a few blushing).
Ava Hart and Riley Summers, who were apparently "volunteered" for the pageant at the last minute, found themselves donning costumes of an elf and Santa, respectively. Riley—usually the shy one in the couple—looked less than thrilled when stepping into Santa’s shiny black boots. Meanwhile, Ava seemed born to play a mischievous elf, delighting the audience with her exaggerated expressions and playful antics.
The rehearsal itself was filled with the usual holiday chaos—missing props, forgotten lines, and the ever-challenging choreography for the sugarplum fairies—but it was Ava and Riley who stole the show. Riley’s initial awkwardness as Santa transformed into something warm and jolly, largely thanks to Ava’s charm. Whether it was Ava tugging Riley's fake beard or leading the children in a rousing “Jingle Bells” number, the audience couldn’t help but get swept up in their growing chemistry.
And then—just when everyone thought the rehearsal was winding down—the elf kissed Santa. Right on the cheek! No one saw it coming, least of all Riley, whose surprised but glowing smile was the very picture of holiday magic. The kiss brought the house down, with cheers, applause, and even a few wolf whistles echoing through the hall. It was, as one audience member said, “the perfect unexpected Christmas moment.”
The impromptu kiss added a heartfelt sparkle to an already festive evening. As the curtain call approached, it was clear that Ava and Riley had not only found joy in their roles but had brought the whole town along for the ride. Even the skeptical Riley seemed to embrace the role of Santa—albeit with Ava’s encouragement, and perhaps with a little extra Christmas cheer from that kiss.
Whether the elf-and-Santa smooch makes it into the final performance remains to be seen, but one thing's for sure: Ava and Riley’s chemistry is what made this rehearsal truly shine. Who knew holiday magic could be so spontaneous?
Keep an eye on this duo, Charming Haven—they might just bring us the best Christmas surprise yet.
December 23: Alex and Exs
Today was… overwhelming, but maybe good in the end. It all started with Alex. Riley’s Alex. I didn’t even know Alex existed until today.
It happened when I was walking through town, heading to Clara’s. I saw Riley sitting outside the coffee shop, talking with someone who looked entirely too comfortable with her. They were leaning against her truck, and Riley had that big, crinkled-eyes smile that makes me melt every time I see it. They looked so at ease together, and I could feel my chest tighten.
I tried not to stare, but I couldn’t help it. They were laughing, sharing that kind of closeness that doesn’t just come out of nowhere. I felt this pang of jealousy I hated. Who was this person? Why did it seem like they had a piece of Riley that I didn’t?
Later, Riley came back to the inn, and I tried to play it cool. I didn’t do a very good job. I asked, “Who was that you were talking to at the coffee shop?” My voice was way too tight, but I tried to sound casual.
Riley looked surprised for a second, and then she said, “Oh, that was Alex. An old friend… actually, my ex.” She said it like it was no big deal, but I swear my stomach dropped. Alex. Her ex. That easy comfort between them made sense now, and it hurt. I tried to nod, to say something like “Oh, cool,” but it was impossible to keep my smile from faltering. I made some excuse to walk away, feeling stupid and vulnerable.
I knew Riley had a past. Everyone has a past. But it’s one thing to know it, and another to see it in front of you—laughing, close, sharing a history. And the worst part was, Alex looked so much like Riley. They were trans-masc, mspec, and while I know Riley is butch, they were much more like Riley. They had that same energy—confident, at ease, casual in a way that I’ve never been. It made me feel even smaller. I’m the femme in this situation, the odd one out. What if Riley looked at Alex and realized that’s what she wants, someone like herself, someone she can relate to in that way?
I stewed in it for hours, feeling jealous, and stupid, and angry at myself for feeling this way. I hated it. I hated the way it made me feel like I was a secondary character in my own relationship. I felt like I was in some bad Hallmark movie, ready to storm off and make a dramatic exit. But that’s not what I wanted—not with Riley. I wanted to talk to her, to let her in, even if it scared me. So I found her, and I asked if we could talk.
We ended up at the coffee shop, sitting across from each other with hot chocolate and tea. My hands were trembling a bit as I held my cup. My heart was racing, but I knew I had to say it.
“Seeing you with Alex today…” I started, taking a deep breath. “It scared me. I know it’s probably silly, but it made me feel like I wasn’t enough. Like maybe you’d realize you made a mistake with me.”
Riley looked at me, her eyes widening, and then her face softened. She reached across the table, her hand warm around mine. “Ava, it’s not silly. I get it. But you have to know, Alex is part of my past. What we had, it didn’t work out for a reason. It’s over, and that’s not what I want anymore.”
I nodded, but I still felt that knot in my stomach. “But you looked so happy with them,” I said, my voice cracking a little. “And Alex… they’re more like you. They’re… I don’t know, it feels like they fit in a way I never could. What if that’s what you really want? What if I’m just a phase?”
Riley squeezed my hand, her eyes never leaving mine. “Ava, you’re not just a phase. You’re not some placeholder. Alex and I… we tried. But it didn’t work, and part of that was because we were too similar. It was like trying to love a mirror—it just didn’t click the way it needed to. With you, it’s different. You bring something out in me that no one else ever has.”
I swallowed, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. “You really mean that?”
Riley nodded, her voice softening even more. “Yeah, I do. I can’t promise you forever. I can’t promise that I won’t mess up or that things won’t be hard. But I can promise you this—I want you. Right now, I want you more than anything, and right now, forever with you is what I want.”
I let out a shaky laugh, and wiped at my eyes. “In a Hallmark movie, I’d probably storm away and cut off contact. But I don’t want to do that. I don’t want to lose you.”
Riley smiled, her eyes so warm it made my chest ache. “Good,” she said. “Because I don’t want you to go anywhere.”
We sat there for a long time, just holding hands, the world narrowing down to the warmth between us. Eventually, I asked more about Alex, not because I was scared anymore, but because I wanted to know. I wanted to understand. Riley told me how they’d been friends first, how they tried to make it work romantically but realized they were better off as friends. She said they still care about each other, but it’s more like family now—like the kind of family you don’t fall in love with.
And then came the strangest part. Something about Alex seemed familiar, and it kept nagging at me until it hit me. “Wait a minute,” I said, sitting up straighter. “Alex. Alex used to date... oh my god, Lindsay! They used to date Lindsay. My ex.” I looked at Riley, wide-eyed. “Are you telling me Alex is that Alex?”
Riley looked just as stunned, and then she burst out laughing. “No way. That Lindsay? The one who made us all go apple-picking for her birthday?”
I nodded, trying not to laugh myself. “The very same. Oh, this is wild. I feel like I’ve stepped into a lesbian rom-com stereotype.”
Riley shook her head, still laughing. “The web of interconnections is real.”
We both laughed, and the knot in my chest finally started to loosen. Alex was just Alex—a part of Riley’s past, but also part of this big, messy, interconnected world we both belonged to. And that was okay. Better than okay. It made me feel like I understood Riley a little more, and maybe I even gained a new friend in the process.
I took a deep breath and looked down at our hands, still intertwined. “I’m probably going to do this again,” I admitted, my voice small. “I’m going to get scared, and jealous, and doubt myself. I don’t want to, but I know I will.”
Riley nodded, her thumb gently stroking the back of my hand. “I know,” she said, her voice steady. “And that’s okay. The thing is, Ava, it’s not about never feeling those things. It’s about what we do when we feel them. As long as we talk about it, as long as we’re honest with each other… we’ll be okay. That’s one of the reasons it didn’t work out with Alex. We didn’t talk enough. We both kept things hidden, thinking it would be easier, but it just made everything harder.”
I looked up at her, my eyes stinging with tears again, but this time they were the good kind. “I don’t want to keep things hidden from you,” I whispered. “I want us to work.”
Riley smiled, her eyes softening even more. “Then we will. I promise, as long as we keep talking, we’ll figure it out.”
Today was hard, but it was also good. I think I learned that love isn’t about never being scared. It’s about being scared and talking about it anyway. It’s about seeing all the messy parts of each other and still wanting to stay. And that’s what I want—with Riley. I want to stay, and I think she does too.
Winter dreams the warmth have made Surrender to the sereanade The snow is cold but winter's warm When you can hold love in the storm
Listen to the beauty See the world snowflakes have made And feel peaceful as you watch the flurry of the snowflake serenade
Winter dreams the warmth have made Surrender to the serenade The snow is cold but winter's warm When you can hold love in the storm
Cold snowflakes fall fast Upon my lips Cuddle close for a winter's kiss Jack Frost nips A warm delight It's cold outside But here with you and me It's so warm and bright
Listen to the beauty See the world snowflakes have made And feel peaceful as you watch the flurry of the snowflake serenade
Lanterns of Love — Lighting the way for one another in this season of hope
come along a-caroling The way the stars above they sing on cold nights shine with lights aglow lamp-lighting the world below a lamplighter lad he will go far For every lamps a christmas star (star star star star) every lamps a christmas star! through fog and dark of seasons cold the country seems not for the old but stuff it, WB this all can wait For it's time to celebrate a lamplighter lad knows more Than no country for old men can speak of downy snow perches 'pon Lanterns of Love (star star star star) (lanterns o' love!)
Lanterns light There's fires tonight In the cold warmth of your heart Slip it in With a little merry gin And never again be apart A christmas star we all think of A lamplighter lad leads the way in the astral parade Lanterns (lanterns) (star star star) Lanterns of love (of love!) For it's time to celebrate a lamplighter lad knows more Than no country for old men can speak of downy snow perches 'pon Lanterns of Love (star star star star) (lanterns o' love!)
The Bells of Bravery — Ringing out the courage to love and be loved
Christmas time the bells are ringing Choruses of children singing My heart is open and spinning My love is breaking free
Christmas bells, those christmas bells Are ring out for me (ring rang) They tell me to make you smile Hold you for a long while Jingle bells of bravery! (jingle jingle bravery)
At first we met, so kismet Beside my red pick up truck Though you annoyed me Somehow you joyed me And with a blush I thought I should pick you up (pick you up!)
Christmas bells, those christmas bells Are ring out for me (ring rang) They tell me to make you smile Hold you for a long while Jingle bells of bravery! (jingle jingle bravery)
I know you're insecure, well so am I But In this world we have to try And before this christmas eve goes by I'd like to see the sparkle in your eye If I could sing a song like this And earn myself another kiss (another another another another earn myself another loving kiss)
I'd like to feel the snowflake fall Like you fell into my heart I like to hear the church bells chiming Lean on in with perfect timing Snowflakes surround As carolers sound the rhyming Of a christmas with my dearest miss
So tell me will you walk hand in hand As jingle bells ring out through the land Oh life it is so very grand With your at my side (I'll always be by yourside) Holy holy happy holly Love at Christmastide!
Christmas bells, those christmas bells Are ring out for me (ring rang) They tell me to make you smile Hold you for a long while Jingle bells of bravery! (jingle jingle bravery)
Heartstrings in the Snow — Embracing the magic of the season and the hearts we hold dear
Hey Ava I want you to know My coldest heart I've warmed to the core You've opened the door To places I kept locked up tight Deep down within my skin Deep down below I've been burned before the heat left me cold and so sore I locked my door on myself And with my locked door I grew lonely and old but when you speak among the glitter of snow there's a love that broke through I defrosted for you hey Ava Can you feel it? Don't you know?
So here I am singing As church bells are ringing And I hear snatches of dispatches of "it came upon a midnight clear" And tom waits is pounding the piano is sounding christmas card from a hooker in Minneapolis Well snow is surrounding My heart is still pounding Even though we've done it before Will you grant me, dear miss My midnight kiss? lightly flakes fall i love this town and all The things you do as a community but even more fun is you and me hun The two of us embraces A community where two equals one when I fix the center I'll stay here and center My life with you If you think I sing true Oh Ava you know I'm in love with you
when you speak among the glitter of snow there's a love that broke through I defrosted for you hey Ava Can you feel it? Don't you know?
A Kiss Upon a Midnight Clear — A song for a love that blossoms in the stillness of winter
A miracle upon the ice When life is cold but very nice Hey people did you see? Hey lovelies did you hear?
Nothing better than this All of us who got to witness The jingle jangle Kiss upon a Christmas clear!
Leave your feelings, leave your mind Leave your worries all behind When people are so very kind There's a love that you will find
Nothing better than this All of us who got to witness The jingle jangle Kiss upon a Christmas clear!
The gentlest thing I've ever seen Was Ava and Riley's Xmas dreams They spun around And lost all sound Enraptured in each others eyes While we singers stood Applauding by It's Christmas in Dale There's holiday cheer here Filling up the joyous sky!
A miracle upon the ice When life is cold but very nice Hey people did you see? Hey lovelies did you hear?
Nothing better than this All of us who got to witness The jingle jangle Kiss upon a Christmas clear!
Thank you for joining us this Christmas Eve! May the spirit of love and kindness carry through the season and beyond.
Scrawled Note in Riley's Handwriting
Ava,
The warmth of connection contradicts itself. I see the same fullness and emptiness in you. The moments will pass, but if we can be there in them, that frozen part is for life. Better than forever—because change is amazing.
They enjoyed the warmth of family and traded ornaments.
Everyone wore pajamas, sharing in the tradition of opening gifts.
Riley gave Ava a handmade ornament that symbolized their journey together.
Ava was deeply moved and they shared a heartfelt kiss.
After breakfast, they went for a walk in the snow, enjoying the crisp air and the sparkle of the frost on the ground.
They laughed as Jingle, the family dog, ran around in the yard, chasing snowflakes and barking happily.
Back inside, they all gathered by the fireplace, sipping on hot chocolate and sharing stories from the past year.
Final Message: Riley and Ava spent all day together. They traded ornaments.
December 26: Snowman Competition
The annual snowman competition brought a fresh layer of excitement to the town, with kids bundled up in scarves and mittens, parents standing by with thermoses of hot cocoa, and everyone competing to create their best version of winter wonder. Ava and Riley arrived with a determination that spoke to more than just the competition—it spoke to their bond.
Deciding to work together, Ava and Riley planned something different: a snowman couple that looked unmistakably like them. Ava took her time to get Riley's curly hair just right with pine needles, while Riley carefully shaped Ava's snowman, making sure the scarf hung just like Ava always wore it.
"Are you sure you want to get every curl in there?" Riley teased, watching Ava squint with concentration.
"Hey, if I'm going to do this, I'm going to do it right," Ava shot back, sticking her tongue out slightly as she adjusted the pine needles.
"You know, you're kind of cute when you're all focused like that," Riley said with a smirk.
Ava rolled her eyes, but her cheeks reddened. "Don't distract me. This is serious snowman business."
"Serious?" Riley laughed. "I think you just want an excuse to make me look extra goofy."
"Maybe," Ava admitted, grinning. "But you are pretty goofy."
Riley gasped in mock offense. "Oh, you're going to pay for that," she said, grabbing a handful of snow and gently tossing it at Ava.
Ava yelped, brushing the snow off her coat. "Hey! No sabotaging the artist at work!"
They worked with a mix of playful banter and silent understanding, exchanging glances and warm laughs as the snowpeople slowly took shape.
With each stroke of detail, they added little touches from their time together—a twig arranged to look like Ava's favorite brooch, a small pine cone that Riley always carried for luck. Passersby took notice, smiling at the intricate details, and how the snow-couple seemed to gaze at each other with warmth despite their frosty exterior.
As the sun began to dip, Ava stepped back, her fingers cold but her heart full. Riley joined her, and they both looked at the snowmen standing there, side by side, mirroring themselves.
"Not bad, huh?" Riley said, nudging Ava gently.
Ava smiled, her eyes sparkling. "I think we make a pretty good team."
Riley raised an eyebrow. "Pretty good? I'd say we're unbeatable."
Ava laughed. "Okay, okay. Unbeatable it is."
Without words, they shared a knowing smile—an unspoken acknowledgment of everything they’d built together, snow or not.
Just then, a young child came barreling through the crowd, losing control as they ran and crashing straight into one of the snowpeople. Ava and Riley's careful creation toppled over, sending snow scattering everywhere.
"Oh no!" Ava gasped, her eyes wide.
Riley stared in shock for a moment, then looked at the child, who stood there with big, apologetic eyes. Before Ava could say anything, Riley grabbed a handful of snow, a mischievous grin forming. "Well, there's only one way to settle this," she said.
Ava caught on immediately. "A snowball fight!" she declared.
The child let out a squeal of excitement, and soon a group of other kids joined in, forming an impromptu snowball army. Ava and Riley ducked behind what was left of their snowpeople, pelting snowballs back at the giggling children.
Aunt Clara, seeing the commotion, walked over, her eyes sparkling. "Looks like you two could use some reinforcements!" she said, picking up a snowball. Ava smiled, expecting her to join their side.
Instead, Aunt Clara turned and lobbed the snowball straight at Riley. "Traitor!" Riley called out, laughing as she narrowly dodged it.
Clara shrugged with a mischievous grin. "Sorry, kids' side is just more fun!"
Ava laughed so hard she almost fell over, barely managing to dodge a snowball herself. "Aunt Clara, you traitor!"
The snowball fight raged on, with Aunt Clara firmly on the kids' side, pelting Ava and Riley relentlessly. Snow flew in every direction, laughter ringing out across the competition area as the sun dipped lower in the sky. It wasn't until everyone was breathless and covered in snow that they finally called a truce.
Aunt Clara walked over, still chuckling. "You two did well, but you never stood a chance."
Riley shook her head, brushing snow off her coat. "We'll get you next time, Clara. Just wait."
"I'll be ready," Clara replied, giving them a wink before heading off, still grinning.
Aunt Clara approached them, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite snow sculptors! You two sure put a lot of love into those snowpeople," she said, winking. "I think they might just start holding hands if you’re not careful."
Riley chuckled, her cheeks reddening. "Aunt Clara, you're making it sound like we're casting some kind of spell here."
"Who knows?" Aunt Clara replied with a grin. "This town could use a little extra magic. Besides, I think your snow-couple might be the best-looking pair out here—next to you two, of course."
Ava shook her head, smiling. "Thanks, Aunt Clara. Just don't start spreading any rumors."
"Too late!" Clara teased as she walked away, leaving Ava and Riley laughing.
Townspeople walked by, offering compliments. "What a beautiful couple you've made," said an older woman, her eyes crinkling at the edges. Ava blushed, and Riley squeezed her mittened hand lightly, the cold forgotten in the warmth of the moment.
Later, when the competition was done, and after all the snowball chaos had settled, they didn't even mind whether they won. To Ava and Riley, the knowing smile they had shared was worth far more—a reminder of how far they had come, and the promise of everything still ahead.
December 27: The Wishing Tree
Ava stood before the Wishing Tree,
Whispering softly, as quiet as could be.
The branches above, with snow laden white,
Glistened and sparkled in the still of the night.
She closed her eyes, and breath held tight,
She whispered her wish to the stars so bright:
"I wish for Riley, to be by my side,
To share in the laughter, the joy, and the ride.
To walk hand in hand through winters so cold,
To love one another as we both grow old."
Behind the tree, where shadows lay deep,
Riley stood listening, her heart took a leap.
She heard Ava's wish, and her soul filled with light,
Her eyes grew misty in the soft silver night.
She stepped from the shadows, her heart beating fast,
Remembering Christmas, the promise they'd cast.
The night they had kissed beneath mistletoe's spell,
And vowed to each other a love that would swell.
She stepped from the shadows, her heart beating fast,
Remembering Christmas, the promise they'd cast.
The night they had kissed beneath mistletoe's spell,
And vowed to each other a love that would swell.
"Ava, my dearest, your wish is my own,
But let us build further, for love we have grown.
The future we spoke of, that night in the snow,
Is only the start of the journey we know."
Ava turned, her eyes sparkling with glee,
"Riley, my love, you mean everything to me.
But wishes are more than words in the air,
They're dreams that we nurture, a promise to care."
Beneath the old branches, in moon's gentle beam,
They kissed once again, like the heart of a dream.
The Wishing Tree swayed with a breeze soft and low,
As love wrapped around them, as pure as the snow.
And there in the stillness, the wish made that night,
Was sealed in their hearts, forever alight.
Their Christmas promise, renewed and made clear,
Two souls intertwined, with nothing to fear.
December 28: The Wild Neice Chase
Title: A Little Bit of Magic at the Children's Hospital
By The-Clara-You-Know
Well, lovelies, it's the season of giving, and I just have to share a story that filled my heart with more warmth than a cup of hot cocoa ever could ☕✨. You all know I'm a bit of a busybody around town, always poking my nose where it probably doesn’t belong 😂, and keeping my eyes open for the best stories. when my niece Ava and Riley decided to donate toys to the children's hospital.
Now, it wasn't just about the toys—though, believe me, there were plenty of those, stacked high and wrapped in festive paper with bright bows. No, the magic wasn't in the gifts themselves but in the way these two lit up the hospital halls. There’s something so pure about seeing children’s smiles bloom, especially when they’re facing hard times. Ava, always so gentle and thoughtful, seemed to know just what to say to make each child feel special. And Riley, well, that woman has a heart of gold wrapped in a quirky sense of humor—she had the kids giggling and laughing in no time.
I think I’ve always known that my niece Ava had this nurturing side to her, but watching Riley truly embrace the moment was something else. She’s always been a bit of a firecracker, sometimes unsure about these softer moments. But seeing her there, realizing how much of an impact a simple gesture could make—I swear I saw her eyes shining as bright as the Christmas lights they strung around the hospital.
Of course, being the curious (some might say nosy! 😜) aunt that I am, I couldn't just leave it at that. I decided to follow Ava and Riley as they left the hospital, just to see what else they might be up to. But, wouldn't you know it, those two must have sensed me tagging along. What followed was the most delightful (and slightly exhausting, if I'm honest! 😅) wild goose chase through town! They led me from street to street, making quick turns and ducking into shops—oh, they were tricky ones, they were! 😆 And where did I end up, you ask? 🤔 At just about every charity shop in town, of course!
Every time I thought I was catching up, they'd pause just long enough for me to spot them going into another store—and, well, I couldn't just walk past without going in myself. Before I knew it, my arms were full of donated clothes, books, and knick-knacks for all sorts of good causes 📚👚🧸—I must've looked quite the sight! It was like they knew exactly how to keep me busy (and out of their hair! 😂). By the end of it, I'd made more donations than I planned for the whole season 🎁, and I have to say, it felt absolutely wonderful. Ava and Riley finally let me catch up with them at the town square, both of them grinning like a couple of mischievous elves 🎅🏼🤭—oh, they knew exactly what they'd done!
It just goes to show, sometimes a little nudge (or a wild goose chase! 😅) from loved ones is all we need to spread even more kindness. Those two may have led me on a merry chase, but they also reminded me of the joy in giving—again and again. It’s easy to think of Christmas as a time for twinkling lights and big dinners, but this? This was the real deal.
I could see how much this day meant to them both, how they became even closer through it. Sometimes the simplest acts of kindness remind us what this season is all about—love, community, and giving a bit of magic back to those who need it most. And Riley? She walked out of that hospital like someone whose heart had grown three sizes. I know this is one Christmas she’ll never forget, and neither will I.
Here's to giving a little more love every day, my dears. ❤️
December 29: Dance Committe Slack Channel
# Dance Decoration Planning Channel
*_Ava:__ Alright team, let’s kick things off. We need to decide on the order of decorations. I'm thinking we start with the ceiling drapes first, then move on to the centerpieces. What does everyone think?
__Riley:__ Ceiling drapes first? Ava, you do realize if we start with that, one of us is definitely gonna end up on a ladder at midnight, right? 😂
__Jordan:__ Midnight ladder escapades? Sounds like a health hazard. But Ava's got a point, the ceiling drapes set the tone. I’m on board if we’re careful.
__Sam:__ Agreed with Jordan, but we need to time it right. How about we get those drapes done earlier in the evening so we don’t risk sleepy ladder falls?
__Riley:__ Okay, okay, you all win. No falling off ladders. I’ll try to keep the drama low-key—just a little dramatic flair 😉. Also, I’m officially in charge of the music. Decorating without tunes is basically a crime, people.
__Ava:__ Absolutely! 🎶 I'm thinking a mix of oldies and holiday songs, especially since it’s “Winter Wonderland” themed. Riley, make a playlist?
__Riley:__ Got it! _A little Bing Crosby, a little Elvis, a little Mariah..._ And maybe I’ll sneak in some indie tracks to keep us awake later. You know, when the Bing gets too mellow.
__Sam:__ Just no heartbreak ballads at 3 AM, please. We don’t need an emotional snowflake-hanging session. 😜
__Riley:__ No tears allowed, promise. Though I _can’t_ promise I won’t do a terrible Elvis impression at some point... just saying.
__Ava:__ _That_ I have to hear! Also, I’m making us hot cocoa for break time. With marshmallows, of course.
__Jordan:__ Hot cocoa is a necessity. Ava, you’re our official cocoa queen. Riley, I can’t wait for the Elvis serenade, even if it’s horrible.
__Riley:__ Deal. Ava provides the snacks, I provide the entertainment. 😂 Alright, let’s do this! Step one: ladder, drapes, glitter. Sam, Jordan, you in?
__Jordan:__ You bet. I’ll grab the ladder, and Sam, you wanna help with the drapes?
__Sam:__ On it. Glitter station’s all set, too. Let’s make this gym sparkle.
### Later that Night
__Riley:__ (typing with fingers clearly half-frozen) So... turns out hanging snowflakes in a cold gym isn’t exactly cozy. Who could’ve guessed? 😬
__Ava:__ Haha, I did tell you to wear more layers! But seriously, it’s looking so beautiful. All these twinkling lights—it’s like we’re inside a snow globe. Worth the cold, don’t you think?
__Sam:__ Agreed, it’s starting to look like an actual winter wonderland. I’m getting emotional just looking at it.
__Jordan:__ Yeah, it’s really coming together. I didn’t think I’d get this sentimental over decorations, but here we are. 😂
__Riley:__ You guys, I swear, I think I’m really gonna miss this when it’s over. The late nights, the decorating... hanging out with you all.
__Ava:__ Me too. I thought this was just gonna be a quick project, but it’s turned into something more. Spending time like this just makes me realize how much I enjoy it. And... how much I like all of you.
__Jordan:__ Aww, Ava, stop before I cry. 😂 But seriously, it’s been great.
__Riley:__ Same here, Ava. I like this. And all of you. And Ava specifically... maybe a bit extra. ❤️
__Sam:__ This is why I said we should use Discord. 😂 These heartfelt moments belong in a voice chat.
__Ava:__ (blushing furiously, definitely blaming it on the cold) Alright, alright, before we all turn into a puddle of feelings—let’s get back to work.
__Jordan:__ Agreed. Team feelings can finish after the decorations are up. 😂
__Riley:__ But just know, this is the best winter wonderland I’ve ever helped create—and it’s all because of this team. Ava, you’re amazing. Hot cocoa forever.
__Ava:__ Okay, stop before I really start crying. Let’s make this gym sparkle, everyone!
December 3: Power Outage
Ava's Journal Entry
Tonight felt like a dream, the kind of night that stays with you long after it's over. The power went out unexpectedly, and for a moment, everything was swallowed in darkness—a silence that was almost calming. Riley found some candles, and soon we were sitting on the floor, the flickering light painting soft, golden hues across her face. There was something magical in the simplicity of it: just us, bundled under a blanket, the world outside quiet and forgotten.
We talked, really talked. The kind of talking that feels like unwrapping layers, sharing pieces of ourselves we usually keep hidden. I felt like I could tell her anything—my fears, my hopes, all those small, silly things I keep close to my chest. And she listened. She listened with such warmth that I almost forgot the power was out, or that the world outside even existed.
I think what I realized tonight is that vulnerability isn’t something to fear with Riley. It’s a gift—a door to something deeper. I can’t remember the last time I felt this close to anyone. I feel like tonight changed us, made us something more. And maybe that’s why I can’t stop smiling.
Riley's Journal Entry
Power went out tonight. Ava was here. Found candles, lit them, shared a blanket. It was quiet. Nice. She started talking—really talking. Told me things she hadn’t before. I opened up too. Not something I do often, but with Ava, it felt right.
We sat there for a long time, just being real. No masks, no pretending. I like her. A lot. Maybe more than I realized before tonight. I think she feels the same way. That’s enough for me right now.
(I managed to hide microphone outside the NYE party, I had a feeling I could get these two talking true romance. I also took this video --Clara)
Ava: It’s almost time... can you believe it?
Riley: Yeah, I can feel it. The energy. Everyone’s so excited.
Ava: I think they’ve been waiting for this for weeks. Look at everyone—smiling, dancing... it’s like the whole town came alive tonight.
Riley: Kinda like you right now. Your eyes always do that thing when you’re happy. They sparkle.
Ava: Riley, that’s so corny.
Riley: You like it though.
Ava: Maybe I do. I like tonight. I like being here with you.
Riley: Me too. There’s just something about it, you know? Like everything’s lining up perfectly for once.
Ava: The snow helps. You know I’m a sucker for a good snow scene.
Riley: I know, I know. You and your movie moments.
Ava: What can I say? I like a bit of magic.
Riley: Ava... about tonight. I know we’ve done this before—kissed, I mean. But tonight feels... different. It’s like we’re stepping into something bigger.
Ava: I feel that too. Like... this is the start of something, right?
Riley: Yeah. Exactly. I want to start this year with you, Ava. For real. No holding back.
Ava: Then let’s do it. Together.
Riley: Happy New Year, Ava.
Ava: Happy New Year, Riley.
Riley: I think this one’s my favorite.
Ava: Mine too. Here’s to us, Riley.
Riley: To us. And all the magic to come.
January 1: New Year's Way
Riley woke up slowly, blinking against the soft light that filtered through the curtains. The warmth next to her made her smile, and she turned her head slightly to see Ava, still asleep, her face peaceful. The blanket was pulled up to Ava's chin, and Riley couldn’t help but reach out, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.
Outside, the town was covered in a fresh layer of snow, sparkling in the early morning sun. It looked like something out of a postcard—pristine, quiet, as if the world had taken a breath and was holding it, just for them.
Ava stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She blinked a few times before her gaze focused on Riley, a sleepy smile spreading across her face.
“Morning,” Ava whispered, her voice still heavy with sleep.
“Morning,” Riley replied, her own voice soft.
For a moment, they just looked at each other, neither in a rush to break the silence. It felt like they had all the time in the world, wrapped up in warmth, with the snow outside as their only witness.
“Look,” Riley finally said, nodding towards the window. “It snowed again.”
Ava turned her head, her eyes widening slightly at the sight. “Wow. It’s beautiful,” she said, her voice full of awe.
Riley nodded. “Yeah. It really is.” She paused, her gaze drifting back to Ava. “Kinda like this. Like us.”
Ava looked back at Riley, her smile growing. She shifted closer, their foreheads nearly touching. “Yeah. Like us.”
They lay there for a while longer, just enjoying the quiet, the warmth, and each other. Eventually, Ava spoke again, her voice a little more awake now.
“What do you think comes next?” she asked, her eyes searching Riley’s face.
Riley smirked slightly, a teasing glint in her eyes. Riley's eyes twinkled mischievously as she looked at Ava. "How exactly do you think I managed to finish the community center while we were busy every day?" she asked, her voice laced with teasing challenge.
Ava felt a laugh bubble up, the warmth of Riley's playful tone wrapping around her like the blanket they were sharing. She propped herself up slightly on one elbow, her eyes narrowing in curiosity. "I was wondering about that. So? What's the secret, Ms. Miracle Worker?"
Ava smiled, raising an eyebrow. “I was wondering about that. So? What’s the secret?”
Riley chuckled. Riley grinned, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Called in all my favors. Every last one of them. Which means... now it’s time for you to owe me a favor."
Riley’s expression softened slightly, her eyes never leaving Ava’s. There was something both playful and sincere in her words, and Ava could feel her heart swell with affection. She traced a finger along Riley’s jawline, her voice a mix of humor and tenderness. "Oh, is that right? And what kind of favor are we talking about?"
Ava laughed softly, their foreheads nearly touching. Ava shook her head, a smile dancing on her lips. "You're impossible," she said, her voice softening as her gaze lingered on Riley’s face, taking in the small details—the crinkle of her eyes, the curve of her lips.
Riley smirked, her voice a gentle tease. "And yet, you're still here." She leaned in slowly, savoring the closeness, her lips brushing against Ava's in a tender, lingering kiss. The world outside seemed to fall away, leaving just the two of them, wrapped in warmth and the promise of what was to come.
Riley took a deep breath, considering the question. “I don’t know,” she said honestly. “But whatever it is, I want to face it with you.”
Ava’s smile softened, and she reached for Riley’s hand under the blanket, threading their fingers together. “Me too,” she whispered.
Riley squeezed Ava’s hand, a sense of peace washing over her. “Then let’s do it. Together.”
They both turned to look out at the snowy town, the future stretching out ahead of them, unknown but full of possibility. Whatever was waiting for them, they knew they’d be ready for it—together.
Riley let out a contented sigh. "We should take a month to rest, though. After everything, I think we deserve it."
Ava laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "A whole month? You know Valentine's Day is coming up, right? In this town, that means no rest for the romantic."
Riley groaned playfully. "This place really doesn't quit, does it?"
Ava shook her head, smiling. "Nope. And neither do we."
Riley smirked, her eyes darkening slightly with something more than playfulness. She leaned in, capturing Ava's lips in a kiss that started gentle but deepened as Ava responded, her fingers tangling in Riley's hair. The warmth between them grew, a slow heat that made Ava's breath hitch.
Riley's hand slid down Ava's side, her touch lingering as she pulled her closer. Ava shivered, not from the cold, but from the way Riley's lips trailed along her jaw, finding the sensitive spot just below her ear.
Ava let out a soft sigh, her voice barely a whisper. "Maybe... we should stay in bed a little longer."
Riley pulled back slightly, her forehead resting against Ava's, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "I was hoping you'd say that."
Their laughter mixed with the rustle of blankets as they drew each other closer, the world outside fading to nothing but warmth, desire, and the promise of what was to come.
Credits: Goodbye from Everyone
I produced this. Me. I'm Snoopy Time Lord.
But, this was a product of many different AI's and programs so I could learn then and see how they work together. If you really think about it, this is a proto-holonovel on our way to the holodeck.
(If this was a holonovel though I could live this out as Ava, as Riley... ;) wouldn't that be fun?)
I wanted to tell the story in a multi-media form.
So I used Midjourney, Hailuo Ai, Udio, ChatGpt, Claude, and a few other websites to craft the puzzles.
I wrote Chapter 1 and then everything else was extrapolated from that.
I brainstormed the story with ChatGPT and then made production and editing decisions.
It's not writing but it did require me to do a lot of writing.
I hope you had fun with this story, and that this had made something new.
