CHRISTMAS!!

"Peyton, Peyton, Peyton, Peyton, Peyton, Peyton!" I yell running from my bedroom to hers and jumping on her bed. There's a guy beside her, but I don't care. "Get out." I say to him kicking him on the floor.
"Peyton! Wake up!" I yell in her ear.
“What?” She said rubbing her eyes.
“You have to get up! It’s Christmas!” She looks at me, then at the clock.
“Kelsi, it’s 4:30 in the morning. Go back to bed. Wait… Where’s Rob?”
“Rob? As in Pattison?”
“No, Kelsi. Robert Smith. Yes, Pattison. Great, I scared the guy off… Am I really that bad?”
“I’m still here.” A gruff voice said from the floor. Peyton half laughed and leaned over to his side of the bed and looked down at him, then back at me.
“Sorry, Rob.” I say, sheepishly.
“Now what is so important that you had to burst in here at 4:30 in the morning for? Who died?”
“No, silly! It’s Christmas! Come open presents!” I said, jumping in the bed, careful not to hit the fan.
“Let me sleep for another 5 hours.”
“Nope! Up and at ‘em! Come on Rob, I think Santa left something under the tree for you too,” I said dragging them both out to the kitchen.