So, it's been a big year. The final Twilight movie, the end of the world (twice), good things, bad things, tall things, small things. Through it all though, this fandom has remained my constant. Whether it's flailing together over new pics, or coming together as a united front for the sake of a fallen fan, I think we are EASILY the best fandom ever. Sure, we have our ups and downs, and I've never actually been a part of another fandom – but you get the picture.

I've made some news friends this year (Inky and Thimbles I'm looking at you), and kept others close (Kim, Krystal, Alby and all my WC Hoors). Plus, I've met a bunch of people I can just love-on like the closet freak I am. (Jada, iambeagle, MagTwi and all you Twitter girls!). You guys have all been there for me in some way or another over the past year, even if it's doing nothing more than writing the awesome stories that I love to read and that make me happeh, or just laughing with/at me. SO, before I start crying and singing that stupid over-worked Green Day song – this is for you.

Yeah you – I'm lookin' at you aren't I?

Some late-Christmas fluff to fill your stockings. Happy New Year – see you in 2013!

Thank you to Anna_Faze and SherieHearts for their wonderful, quick beta work.

EPOV

"I can't believe you made me come all the way over here."

"Will you stop whining, please?" snaps Alice. "I drove you here. I'm driving you home. Shut the fuck up and be merry, okay? It's Christmas."

"Its Brooklyn, man," says Jasper, grinning as usual, holding his gloved-hands outstretched. "It's not the Middle East."

It's cold. Bitterly fucking cold. The night air is damp and freezing against my cheeks and nose, the end of which is no doubt glowing like Rudolf the goddamn Reindeer. The dark sky is heavy with the anticipation of snow, the air smelling like impending rain or something. To make matters worse, I'm following Alice and Jasper to some shitty party in Brooklyn, which is on the entire other side of the bridge. I'm tired, I'm grumpy, I'm wearing the same clothes I wore to work, and I'm pretty sure we're traipsing through hipster central – or as Alice calls it – Williamsberg.

"This party better be good, Alice."

"Pfft - Why?" she snorts. "You got better plans, Ed?" I open my mouth to respond, but am rudely cut off by this tiny little freak that Jasper calls his girlfriend. "Smoking weed, eating Cheetos, and masturbating doesn't constitute plans, Edward. And neither does watching Friends with Benefits for the sixteenth fucking time."

Scowling, I glance at that fucking traitor Jasper, who's giggling into his scarf. "That was one time. And you can't deny that Mila Kunis' ass isn't spank-worthy."

Jasper's brows raise and he nods in agreement, shivering as a cold wind picks up around us.

"I read somewhere that's not her ass in the movie."

I stop dead in the street, my hands cold even buried in my pockets. "It's a butt double? Why...why would you say that?"

"I just heard is all." She shrugs. "I could be wrong."

Her attempt to assuage my heartbreak is pitiful. "It's too late now! You've ruined Mila Kunis for me forever."

"You're such a drama queen," she says, gripping me by the arm to get me moving again.

Dragging my feet up the half a dozen or so stairs to the apartment, I shove my hands deep into the pockets of my jacket, trying to look like I belong. The music is loud enough to be heard from outside, and we pass a bunch of guys standing at the door, smoking what smells like herbal cigarettes, talking about Kafka, and whether or not licorice is vegan. I sigh a long, and very frustrated breath, as I realize that, no, I don't belong here.

Fucking Jasper and his goddamn hipster friends with their stupid ironic facial hair.

I'll admit it though; the apartment is pretty nice inside. Just being out of the cold lifts my mood a little. It's warm – thank God – and the furniture is mismatched, but in that particular kind of way, like even though none of it matches, it all fits together anyway.

She's across the other side of the room when I spot her, and my beer hovers at my lips as my whole body reacts to her, and in the blink of an eye – a dark-rimmed eye of indeterminate color – my night turns around.

As usual - song influences - 'Ruby' by Kaiser Chiefs, and 'A Thing For Me (Breakbot Remix)' by Metronomy - which I've always wanted to use somewhere.

Last author's note. Promise. xx