"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know…" I sang forlornly as I packed all of my belongings into boxes. I looked out the window at the sun shining through my window. Sighing, I placed a photo of my parent's best friend's sons, the Hansons, and I into a box. I took a second look at the picture, noticing that we were all dressed in sweaters and long pants. "That was a cold Christmas." I whispered as I looked out the window again. I had always loved cold, snowy Christmases, and I wasn't going to get one this year. My family had decided to move from Tulsa to Florida, and I doubted there would be snow in Florida.

The phone rang, but I ignored it, hoping that my mother would answer it. "Delia, honey, it's for you!" she called upstairs. I sighed loudly as I picked up the receiver in my bedroom.

"I got it, Mom!" I yelled downstairs. I brought the phone to my ear and waited until I heard the click that signaled my mother hanging up the phone downstairs. "Hello?"

"Hey, Deels!"

"Zac?"

"Yeah, who else would it be?" Zac's cheerful voice replied. He had always managed to be cheerful, no matter what the situation. Well…Most of the time. "How's the Christmas season coming along, Peaches?"

Delia sighed. It's now or never. "Zac, my parents have decided to move to Florida."

"What?!?"

"Yeah. Florida."

"But it never snows in Florida! At least it snows SOMETIMES in Tulsa!" Zac exclaimed.

"I know. And I'm going to be away from you guys! I'm going to miss you so much." Delia could hear yelling from the phone.

"Hey, Peaches, I've got to go. But I'll be there before you leave. What day are you leaving?" Zac asked hastily.

"Christmas."

"I'll be there, Deels. I promise."

On Christmas morning, my parents and I ate a quick breakfast and prepared the car for our trip. We were going to drive to Florida, after the moving trucks had departed the day before. "Come on, Delia, we have to go!" my father exclaimed.

"No, Dad! He promised he'd be here. He promised…" I whispered into the cold air. I looked up at the blue sky. "I guess he's not coming."

I was getting into the car when I heard a horn honk. I turned my head quickly to see Isaac driving up hastily, Zac already out of the car before it had come to a complete halt. Taylor was carrying a bag of something, and opened it when he reached me. Zac engulfed me in a hug, tears streaming down my face. Taylor dumped fake snow over us, and I laughed as it fell between Zac's face and my own. I looked into his eyes, the eyes of the boy I had grown up with. Tears welled up in my own eyes, and a single tear escaped from the protective net my eyelashes formed. Zac reached up and wiped it away. I hugged him again.

"God, I'm going to miss you guys so much!" I sobbed into his shirt. He stroked my hair, whispering to me.

"Peaches, it'll be okay. Don't worry about it. There's email, and snail mail, and that wonderful thing called the telephone…" Zac smiled as I lifted my head. "All better?"

I nodded slowly, and looked back at my parents, who looked touched by the scene. I hugged both Isaac and Taylor, and was then buried in a group hug from the three brothers. Isaac reached into his car and pulled out a bag. "What's this?"

"It's snow. Well, not real snow. But you can always pretend, right? Decorate your room with it at Christmas time."

I grinned. "Thanks, guys."

I crawled into my car, waving at them as we drove away. My mother flipped to the local radio station.

"I'm dreaming of a white Christmas…"