The whole fourth grade classroom had been anticipating the day that they were finally released from school for two whole weeks. Only one person in the class didn't exactly care. Miles Edgeworth, the nine-year-old son of famous defense attorney, Gregory Edgeworth, had already suffered through Miss Wimberly's thiry-minute rants on "elves" and "Santa" that sapped up classtime more than doing actual work.

Today was one of those days where Miss Wimberly would come in, dressed head-to-toe in green, and ask the students what they wanted for Christmas. Truthfully, Miles knew what he wanted the most, it was nagging him constantly, eating away at the back of his mind until there was nothing left, but when he was asked, he drew a blank. His best friends, Phoenix Wright and Larry Butz knew exactly what they wanted, and if Miles was asked, he could tell them without a problem. Unfortunately, he was one of those people who had to think for a while before answering an opinion question.

"Now, I want those who believe in Santa on the left of the room, and those who do not, on the right." Miss Wimberly said as she settled down at her desk.

Miles stood up, and, without looking up from his feet, walked to the right of the room and squeezed into line between Minnie Abbot and Ralphie Stewart. The only ones on the left side of the classroom were the Spalding twins, Marty and Julian, who would believe in talking worms if it meant that they would get a present out of it. Miles rolled his eyes, and when Julian spotted him, he rolled his eyes back.

The day rolled by at it's usual slow pace, and at the end of the day, Miles picked up his books and began to walk out of the school. Phoenix and Larry soon caught up, each of them on his left and right.

"So, Larry, what's your family doing for Christmas?" Phoenix asked.

"Well, my and my girlfriend-you know, Minnie-we're going to a party. Then my mom fixes chicken--"

"Er, don't you mean turkey?" Phoenix interupted.

"No, chicken. My mom's a terrible cook." Larry replied, pulling a face.

"I'm going to visit my cousins in Ohio," Phoenix said, "I can't wait."

Miles remained silent, hoping that they wouldn't ask him what he would be doing over the holidays. He knew exactly what he was going to do, and he was looking forward to it, but he didn't think that it would seem very interesting to either of his friends. He was going to go to a trial with his father, to observe his work, and it was what he wanted for Christmas more than anything. He was so excited about it, he could hardly hold it within himself, but he had to keep quiet for a few more days. Larry would laugh, and Phoenix wouldn't care at all, Miles thought, looking at the ground as he walked. Finally, a loud gasp from Larry stopped both Phoenix and Miles.

"What is it, Larry?" Miles asked without looking up.

"M-m-m..."

"Larry!" Phoenix exclaimed.

"MISTLETOE!" Larry finally shouted.

Miles lifted his head, and, sure enough, a green plant with tiny white berries hung above their heads, decorated with fake snow. He turned and looked at Phoenix with a sad expression on his face. Phoenix pulled a face, and Miles shrugged.

"Larry, we're both boys." Miles said, rolling his eyes.

"Well, it's the rule!" Larry replied.

"No way," Phoenix said, "I'm not kissing Miles."

"Ok. Chicken." Larry said, pretending to walk off.

"We are not chicken!" Phoenix snapped.

Larry turned back around and folded his arms, flapping them and pecking at invisible worms in the dirt. Miles felt his face turn bright crimson as he turned to Phoenix and shook his head violently. He really didn't want to kiss Phoenix, they were friends. Phoenix was on the verge of turning purple, his cheeks were so dark. Miles closed his eyes so that he could close out Larry's voice, but while his eyes were closed, he felt someone touch his shoulders and brush a kiss onto his lips. When Miles opened his eyes, he saw Phoenix sporting a blush a little lighter than before. Miles put a hand to his lips and felt his cheeks blush deep crimson. As Larry stared, mouth agape, Miles wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and walked off.

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"Miles, wait!" Phoenix called.

"That wasn't funny." Miles retorted, without glancing back at his friend.

"I'm sorry, I just did that to shut Larry up." Phoenix said in one breath.

"Well, next time, pay no attention to Larry. He's very immature, and a bad influence on us both. Well, that's about all I have to say about that matter." Miles said.

He turned around to walk away, but Phoenix stopped him by tapping his shoulder. He faced Phoenix and his spiky-haired friend shoved a box wrapped in bright red paper with a shiny, golden bow sitting atop it. Miles tore at the paper until he saw...

"This costs a fortune, Phoenix. How'd you pay for it?" He said, examining the action figure that all stores had priced for 100 dollars or more.

"Well...my mother said that if it was for someone that meant that much to me, I could spend the birthday money I got on a gift for them." Phoenix explained with a shrug.

A small smile tugged at Miles's face. Someone besides his father really cared that much for him.

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I don't know whether to be mildly flattered or very irritated.

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Hm - this looks familiar.

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You choose. I'll ride point.

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You should make Phoenix a mall Santa next :)

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Phoenix would make a funny mall santa.

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He does make a funny mall santa indeed.

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Exactly what I was thinking.

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:O

Very familiar.

Familiar?

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Yeah, plz to be NOT copy/pasting other people's fics... its really just not cool. Especially not the awesome works of PoisonInkBottle

And especially not when they were kindly written by PoinsonInkBottle as a response to a requestfic BY ME.

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This fic clearly rips off another that was already posted on this forum, down to the dialogue. Attorney Girl, this is your only warning. If I catch you altering and/or reposting other people's work under your own name again, you're banned for life.

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