~this is my very first special! Enjoy y'all!~

"Come on lex, we need to get ready for the party!" "I'm on it." Alex replied, walking over to his drawer. Alexander had lived with Thomas in Monticello for over a month now, and let's just say they grew close. Alexander opened his drawer and pulled out a dress. It looked like the Santa dress from victorious, except instead of a Santa belt, a green bow was wrapped around his waist.  It laced in the back, and the dress had black ruffles underneath the skirt. Proudly, he grinned to himself. Until he heard a gasp from behind him. 

"Is that what I think it is?" Thomas asked. "N-no!"  he said, stuffing the dress back in the drawer and turning to face Thomas. But instead of disgust, there was amazement on his face. "ALEX ,OH MY GOSH, I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WORE DRESSES!!" He squealed and ran over to Alexander. Alex was relieved. "Oh it's noth-" but he was cut off by Thomas opening the drawer and then squealing, jumping up and down, and  clapping his hands when he saw the amount of dresses Alexander owned. Truth be told, he didn't mind them, he found he actually looked nice in them. Sometimes he bought them and sometimes Herc made some for him. But they were folded neatly next to his t-shirts and hoodies.

 "How long were you planning to keep it secret that you own these?!" Thomas asked. "I-I didn't think you'd like them...". Thomas grabbed his cheeks (the ones on his face guys.) and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Of course i do! Ooh! This one is pretty!" He pulled out a coral pink dress that Alexander hardly ever wore. Namely because it wasn't quite a dress. It looked more like a shirt and a skirt put together if ya know what I mean. It was diamond laden on the skirt, and read PINK in big black letters on the shirt part. The sleeves went just above his elbow, and a choker was hanging from the collar of the shirt. He had never felt the need to wear it because it looked a bit too expensive. The only occasions he ever wore that to was sleepovers at the Schuylers, and even then he only wore it when their parents weren't home.

"When we're done with this party, you are soooo showing these off to me."  Thomas said, putting his chin on Alexander's head. Alexander giggled and said, "Okay okay, but we'll never get to the party if you don't let me get dressed.". Thomas made a pouty face (is pouty a word? Well, autocorrect didn't say anything about it, so I guess it is.) and walked towards the closet. Alexander went to the bathroom and got changed. When he walked out, Thomas was wearing an ugly Christmas sweater that read "Eggnog and Rum". It was pu- sorry magenta, and he wore a red bow around his neck like a present. He grabbed Alexander's hand, kissed his knuckles, and said, "shall we go m'lady?" Alexander rolled his eyes and smiled like an idiot. They linked arms and he replied with, "Lead the way!"

"Alexander." Alex just groaned and rolled over. Someone had just awoken him from his awesome dream, and he was not happy about it. "Alexander, come on, I know you're awake." That someone was Thomas Jefferson, his boyfriend, even though they hadn't announced it. They just knew.

Boyfriend. That sounded so nice.

"Alexander~" came a singsong voice. "We're going to the city~". Alexander shot up out of his sleeping bag, only to see Lafayette smiling smugly at him. Thomas was near the entrance of the tent, wearing that same sweater he was wearing in the dream. He also had black leggings and snow boots on.

Lafayette was wearing a normal shirt, but wrapped in a blanket that looked an awful lot like the French flag. He was wearing baggy black pants and fingerless gloves. He had green snow boots and a brown scarf as well. "Come on mon ami!" the Frenchman said. "It's Christmas!" (Pronounced Christ mas) Alexander snickered and Thomas rolled his eyes. "It's Christmas Laf." Thomas corrected. "Zat is what I said, non?" Thomas just facepalmed and crawled over to Alexander. "Get up Alex, it's Christmas." he said, nudging him. "But Thomas its cold.." he complained stretching the o. He wasn't wearing any winter clothing, and the only thing he had on was an undershirt, a long sleeve shirt, a tie, and pants. He wasn't fit for Christmas in New York.

Then out of the blue, he heard a little voice in his head, nagging him. 

"Gimme a sec, I'll be right out." he said. They nodded and left the tent, Thomas blowing him a kiss.

Come on Alexander, be more cheery! Or don't. GEORGE! sorry not sorry. *sigh* can we at least get in the mood? Sure, but I'm freezing. Is it too much to ask for a sweater? I'm sure they got you something. Yeah, but we didn't get anything for them. That's not what Christmas is about. The least you can do is show them you care. How does one show that they care about something without a brain? If you can talk to us, I'm sure you have a brain. Duh. Dang, I could feel that eyeroll. Could you not be so negative for once George? The whole point of my existence is to be negative, what do you want me to do, die? Actually-

"OW!" Alexander yelped out loud.

As I was saying, just give them your heart. My heart is either coated in toxic waste or nonexistent. Dark. I love it. *sigh* give me this.

Against his will, Alexander felt his hand move jerkily towards his chest. There he felt something he hadn't expected.

A heartbeat. (I'm sorry to ruin the moment, but I typed in heart and autocorrect gave me attack. Dark.)

He had a beating heart. (Roooooooll credits!)

He grinned at this new discovery and began to jump around inside the tent chanting, "I have a heart! I'm normal!"

Told y-

WATCH OUT!

Alexander had jumped a bit too high and his hand brought the roof of the tent up, knocking it off balance. The tent came falling down on top of him. "AHHHH!" He screamed as he was buried underneath the fabric. He heard footsteps in the snow outside, and was relieved that his friends (and boyfriend) were coming. He stopped thrashing against the tent and instead crawled towards what he hoped was the entrance. He popped his head out the zipper looking sheepish.

He wasn't expecting Thomas to run up and hug him.

"Alex! What happened?" he asked. "I got excited" he replied. "Well I'm glad you're in the Christmas spirit-" "CHRISTMAS!" (Btw, every time Laf says Christmas, he pronounces it Christ mas) "That's what I said! But be careful next time." He finished. "Yeah, this thing took an hour to put up!" Hercules added, already attempting to fix the mess. "Hey, does anyone wanna pitch in?" He asked looked a bit irritated. John raised his hand and began to help. "I'll do I-" Thomas joined but was cut off by Lafayette saying "non non, you go enjoy some quality time with Alexander." and began to help.

Alex and Thomas looked at each other and then Thomas picked up Alexander bridal style, ignoring his protests to put him down.

FIRST PERSON! THOMAS (IS HOT, CHANGE MY MIND)!

The tiny gremlin in my arms squealed and giggled as I carried him towards the T.S.S (I tried to find a good word that wouldn't sounds too sappy or insane, sue me.) I don't know if it was the warmth or that he had tired himself out, but he stopped his inhuman noises and snuggled against me.

I could've sworn he purred.

I'm too gay for this.

I set him down on one of the mattresses that John had put in there in case we ever had to sleep in here ("Precautionary measures", he said) and walked over to the wall where all the boxes were. This is where we kept all the supplies. The boxes were labeled accordingly:

Veggies

Fruit

Meat

Weapons

Money

Valuables

Other

I opened the box that said other and pulled out a green sweater. On the front it said, "Me? A Grinch? Never!" with a devious smile on it. I can see why Hercules chose this one. I had objected saying that it blended in with his skin, but all the other shirts were way to bland for the holidays.

I actually found a couple of dresses in his closet.

I walked over to him and threw the sweater at him. "Put it on before you freeze to death." I said. He looked at it with adoration and what looked like guilt...weird. Then he turned pale. Why you ask? Well..

"So um...do I put it on over my shirt or..." he said, looking sheepish.     ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Yeah.

"O-oh! Um..." I said, trying my hardest not to stutter, " Y-you can just p-put it on over, y-you'll be warmer anyways." (By the way, I failed miserably.) He nodded and slipped the sweater on over his head. He then stood up and modeled the sweater. It looked a size too big, and it slipped almost all the way over his thighs. I mentally applauded myself and walked back over to the boxes. I grabbed a silver scarf and a brown hat out of the box, and put them on him.

It took a lot not to squeal out loud.

He walked over to me and took my hand. "I feel much warmer." he said. "Good to know." I said and lightly kissed him on the forehead. We walked out the T.S.S hand in hand, but he let go as I walked over to the tents to see how progress was going.

FIRST PERSON! HAM SANDWICH!

George was nagging me for food again. He wanted to go hunt. You might be wondering why. Well, ever since the end of November, the animals nearby have all gone deeper in the woods to hibernate. I can't go that far in because I'd get lost, and even if I could I wouldn't be able to find anything because they're all hidden away in caves and burrows that I can't see. So lately, I've been living like Simba.

When I found a nice patch of soil, I dug there and pulled up 3 beetles. Then I grabbed my stick, and stabbed them. Then well....

I ate them.

I don't necessarily like bugs, rabbits provide a better feast. (I don't like rabbits either, they just satisfy George longer than caterpillars and beetles do.) I just have to kill them first, because the thought of a bug crawling down my throat terrifies me. Luckily, I've been eating so much of them lately, (at least 5 every 2 weeks) I've grown a tolerance for their taste.

How I hate being a zombie.

George directed me towards a bush, and we found some lizards.

Lizards.

My worst enemy.

They're one of the few things that satisfies him longer, but not only are they impossible to find, they're also impossible to catch. If I'm lucky I'll find at least 7 and catch 4. Lucky me, I found 6 and ate 3! George (Wait, guys, I was typing in George and before I put the space autocorrect said georgette! Pffffffft-) sounded satisfied so I walked to the camp fire. Surprisingly, everyone was waiting for me!

I sat down in between Thomas and Laf when John started talking. "So, Alex?" "Yeah?" "You know how you hate staying here when we leave?" "Yes..." "well....WE'RE TAKING YOU TO THE CITY TODAY!" He said enthusiastically, making jazz hands.

Oh

My

Goodness.

FINALLY! I've wanted to go to the city for sooo long now! Every time they go, I have to stay behind with someone, and I can't bear not knowing if Th-I mean, being alone in the company of myself and two certain people who like to bug me all day.

 Wow, rude. Sorry. 乁(ツ)ㄏ (Sorry I keep using the faces so much, I love them.)

I jumped up and down, hugged everyone (who laughed at my antics) and ran to the car. "Okay, okay, slow down Alex! We need to get our stuff!" I heard John call to me from the T.S.S. In my excitement, I noticed A.J 2.0 sitting on a log nearby. I walked up to him and stuck my tongue at him. Guess who's getting left behind today? NOT ME! He just glared at me and looked away. Man, turtles are rude. (I actually have a turtle, and yes, they can glare at you. By the way, John has a yellow-bellied slider, which is an aquatic turtle, so John keeps him in a container filled with water. He wraps scarves around the container to keep him warm.) The others came out of the T.S.S one by one, each carrying a weapon.

Thomas had a glock, John a bat and pockets pull of ammo, Laf had a rifle and  Hercules had a shotgun. Upon seeing A.J 2.0 outside, John grabbed his container and put him inside the T.S.S. Then we all piled into the car.

Author here! This is the order

Window  Alexander           John          Lafayette Window

Window Hercules                                    Thomas  Window and Drivers seat

As Thomas pulled into reverse, I looked out the window, happy to be inside the warm car with all my friends. This is gonna be awesome.

THIRD PERSON! AUTHOR NARRATING!

Sooner or later they got to the city. Surprisingly enough, they ran into very few zombies, much to everyone's relief. They pulled up by a place with lots of Christmas trees.

"Why are we here?" Asked Alex.

"Well," John said, "We decided to get festive! Put our worries behind us for today."

"And what better way to be festive than with a Christmas tree!" Lafayette said.

"Christmas tree Laf." Hercules corrected.

Lafayette pouted and slouched in his seat. "I will get it right at some point."

They walked into the store and picked the smallest tree they could find. "Awww, I wanted a bigger one." Thomas complained. "Well you aren't the one carrying back to the car." Hercules said. They all pitched in when grabbing it and (as carefully as they could) hauling it on top of the car. They tied ropes around it, attaching it to the car. "Alright John, where to next?" Thomas asked.

"The bakery!" John said.

And so, they drove off.

When they arrived at the bakery, they grabbed whatever goods they could find that wasn't rotten or stale. They ended up walking out with a few cookies. Alex had snatched a churro or two saying he didn't mind anyways.

Their next stop was a nearby Ross.

"Alright, grab whatever clothes you can, because we're going to be exchanging gifts!" John said. "On your mark, get set, go!" Hercules yelled, and they all set off through the store grabbing what they could. They walked out the store with lots of presents in hand.

But walking out, Alex's foot nudged something warm. He looked down, and to his horror...

A zombie lay dead at his feet.

He screamed and tumbled over the body, scrambling away when he got up. "ALEX! Alex, what's wrong?" Thomas yelled, soothing a shaking Alexander. Alex merely whimpered and pointed towards the body. Thomas looked over at the body as well, and guilt rushed through him.

It was a young man, a bit younger than Alexander, with black curly hair and dark skin. 

Alex had screamed because he thought he saw Thomas.

"Shhh, I'm right here my love, oh jeez, I'm okay, you're okay, we're all here okay? No one's gonna hurt me, I'll always be with you darling, alright?" He said. Alex slowly nodded. Then Hercules kind of ruined the moment. "Hey, I'm glad you're alright, but we have worse problems!" He yelled to the pair. Immediately, they jumped up and ran towards the others.

A hoard of zombies was heading straight for them.

"GET TO THE CAR!" Thomas yelled at the top of his lungs. They all started sprinting towards the car, and they all hopped in immediately...except for Alex. The car was at most 2 yards away, and he was missing a foot. By the time he got to the car, the hoard would have made it there too.

Without thinking, Thomas jumped out the car and ran towards Alexander. When he got there, he  picked up Alex just like he had the night they almost escaped James, and ran as fast as he could towards the car. Alex hopped in immediately and Thomas ran to the drivers seat just as a few zombies got to the car.

John covered Alex's eyes and Alex covered his own ears as he shot a few down.

Then Thomas jumped in the car and they sped away.

"Thomas! Y-your arm.." Alex said. 

Thomas's arm was scratched and bleeding badly.