A/N: do not play the video above until told!

Her eyes were teary. Instead of managing to blink them away, they slipped out while she stuttered, "Yes!"

Cheers were shouted from everybody as we watched Andrew slip the perfectly sized ring on Jeena's left right finger. They embraced and kissed each other in the most loving way I'd ever seen.

Jeena came over to me to hug me. "How come you're crying?" She asked giggling.

It was for two reasons really. One, I was very happy for her. And two...

I wished I could get engaged.

"You're like my sister Jeena. You're growing up, and you're engaged at... how old are you?"

"I'm nineteen now." She smiled. "I'm Jeena Miller. Nineteen, and engaged on Christmas Day in Switzerland. I don't think anything could be more special."

I let her move onto her family to let everybody see the ring. It was a perfect silver ring with a diamond stud on it. She couldn't stop showing it off, or playing with it. And I didn't blame her. I'd want everybody to see it too.

After a few minutes of talking and congratulating, Andrew spoke up again. "Okay everybody. Now George has something he wants to perform for you all."

All eyes turned to George. He seemed a little frozen, like he wasn't expecting to be put on the spotlight. "Yeah. I'll, be right back."

He left the living room, leaving us to get settled. My dad tended to the dying fire again and I helped clean up wrapping paper. It was quite a successful Christmas, and it was sad to see it come to an end soon. I guess the movie had to wait until after whatever George was doing.

When he came back, he had a guitar with him. He sat down with it on a stool that was nearby and in front of everybody.

When he got himself settled, he looked up at everybody. "This song I wrote not too long ago... I actually wrote it while we've been on vacation. Somebody special once in my life inspired this song. And, Andrew said to perform it for you all, so here I am. It's called, Last Christmas."

Andrew's Point of View (short)

He started playing in a minor key, which was different from what he wrote down. I guess just because he didn't want to start singing too loudly. Plus, a minor sound fit the mood better.

DJ's Point of View

I didn't want to seem intrigued by the song. But the tune was just so pretty to start I had to listen in.

A/N: to understand how the minor key sounds, you can play the video above to get the gist of it. :)

Some of the lyrics he sang stuck with me. Because although he created a story about heartbreak on Christmas, I knew he was right about it being inspired by a "special somebody from the past." It couldn't have been anybody else but me. And I wondered if anybody knew that.

"Now I know, what a fool I've been. But if you kissed me now, I know you'd fool me again..."

He continued on with the chorus, but my mind couldn't stop thinking about all of the things that he must've meant when he sang them.

"My God, I thought you were someone to rely on. Me? I guess I was a shoulder to cry on. A, face of a lover with a fire in his heart. A man under cover but you tore me apart."

I bit my lip. Jeena sat next to me and held my hand to comfort me. I guess she knew what this was about, and she knew how much it would affect me.

When the song came to an end, there were a few shouts of positive feedback and some applauding. I just got up and went to my room. I couldn't handle to be there now. I opened my journal to write in it.

Andrew proposed to Jeena! I'm so happy for them and I can't wait for the wedding. I feel like she just had the best proposal in the world, and here I am going through the worst breakup...
Also, George just sang a song for all of us and played the guitar along with it. He called it Last Christmas, and it doesn't take a genius to know it was partially about me. Plus, it was definitely how George feels toward me.
I didn't know what else to do when he finished the song so I awkwardly ran away to get my notebook. Plus, I really wanted to make sure I talked about when Jeena got engaged. Andrew was just adorable. He was all nervous and was getting emotional when he got down on his one knee. Not to mention the beautiful ring he picked out. I assume they must've talked about ring sizes because he picked the perfect one. Unless he just took a wild guess and managed to be correct on her size.

Suddenly I saw the letter that had come with the present George had given me. I picked it up and opened it.

My darling DJ,

You're my first thought in the morning and always will be. You fix me when I'm broken and have never left my side when I need you the most. No matter how hard I've tried to push you away in the past, you never let me go. I remember the first time I really got to talk to you. I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous you were. Now, I get to call you sexy. Your face is one I'll never forget, and your sweet eyes make my heart skip a beat. I've never had somebody love me as you do, and it's a beautiful feeling.

My love for you grows richer and deeper every day that goes by. I have to be the luckiest man in the world to have somebody like you to call my love. You are the first person I want to tell whenever something good happens. I love knowing you can count on me to hold you in my arms when times are poor and tell you everything will be okay.

I love you, my darling. Merry Christmas,
George x

"DJ."

My heart stopped.

George stood there in the doorway with a blank expression. "I want the broach back."

I whipped the tears that were crawling down my face when I reread the letter. "What?"

"The broach." He stepped closer to me when I stood up. "Hand it over."

I held my breath, so I didn't let a sob out. I stepped backward and put a hand on it. "No."

"Excuse me?" His tone got louder.

"I said, no." I was still trying to hold my tears in. "You gave this to me. You have no right to take it back."

"I bought it, and you don't love me anymore." He said.

I think both of us were a little stunned. But I kept speaking. "Says who? Did I tell you that?"

"You didn't have to. I saw it for myself." He stepped closer. "Give. It. Back."

I almost spat in his face. "No."

He huffed out and looked like he was close to snatching it away from me himself. But instead, he did the most unexpected thing.

He put his big hands on my face and pulled it in to kiss me.

Aaaand we're back to square one.

He wiped my tears with his thumbs as they came down. He was crying a bit, too, so I stopped kissing him to look into his eyes. "I never. Ever. Stopped loving you."

He embraced me in a warm hug and protectively wrapped his arms around my body. "He took advantage of you, didn't he?"

I didn't want to answer that because I knew he'd probably go and hurt him if I said yes. And I didn't want violence on Christmas.

I told him anyway. "Yeah."

"That fucking asshole." He huffed and started walking toward the door to go back out.

"George, please," I grabbed his hand so he would stop. "Don't do this today. It's Christmas."

He looked at me sincerely and calmed down. I kissed him again and wiped my last few tears. "I've missed you."

"Why did you say anything to me?" He asked.

"I don't know... I was worried you'd think I was lying since this whole cycle has happened before."

He hugged me tightly and put a hand on the back of my head. "I'm sorry I made you think that. I promise if you told me he set you up to this I would've believed you. Because sure Jimmy has done this before but it turned out that he was doing it to get me away from you."

I nodded. "I told anybody who found out not to say anything. I didn't want to cause drama on vacation..."

"You didn't cause it," George said. "He did."

I sighed. "I don't know. I was just scared."

"I understand. I'm sorry this happened."

"I'm sorry too."

We stood in each other's arms for a while until finally, I pulled away, realizing we had to go back to the living room. "What movie are we watching?" I asked.

"I think they said the Charlie Brown Christmas movie." He took my hand and didn't let go.

We stopped to watch everybody who was on the couch laughing and having a good time.

"Uh oh!" My mom said. "Look who's under the mistletoe!"

George and I looked up in sync, then back at each other. We just happened to stop underneath a mistletoe that I didn't even realize was there.

Everybody was watching and cackling. Andrew, Jeena, and Amanda had concerned looks on their faces like this would end poorly. I guess they couldn't see we were holding hands.

"Make it dramatic and romantic," I whispered, then winked.

He seemed to understand that our friends thought we were still broken up.

He swiftly wrapped his arms around me tight, swept me around, and dipped me low before kissing me. My hands went to his face.

My stomach had flipped around a few times even before the "woo"s and whistling started.

When George brought me back up, he pecked my lips once more. "Let's go claim a spot on one of the sofas.

When George went to get snacks with some other people, Jeena came over to me. "What happened?"

"We made up," I said, still woozy from the kiss.

She snickered. "Yay!"

When the movie ended, and everybody had gone to their rooms, George and I were left on the couch Infront of the fire. I was exhausted from all of the laughing and talking and events that happened all in one day. But surely the best thing that happened was getting George back again.

As I was falling asleep on George, he bent down low to my ear and whispered into it.

"Happy Christmas,"