{ A College Christmas, }
Peter's eyes trailed over the lights that Lydia had put up with a bright grin, shaking his head. In his hands was a rather big box full of the gifts he had bought her, unsure what exactly to settle on. As he moved to sit down beside her, he plopped the box in her lap with a smirk, running his now free hand through his hair as he watched her reaction.
"Merry Christmas, Lydia! Kinda stinks we're stuck in the dorms this year," he murmured, as he took a sip of the wine they were sharing, setting his glass back down. "I know you'd like to be with your mom, but, I won't bother you too much I promise." The snow outside was freakishly rare, it was like a snowstorm had conjured up outside just to keep them together.
And Peter wouldn't be complaining about it.
