part 39. who burnt the damn turkey

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sitting in ashton's car on the way to luke's house, violet is going over what's in her bag for the millionth time.

"babe," ashton gets her attention. "you've got everything, i triple checked for you before we left."

"sorry." she mumbles. placing the bag in the back of the car.

"you don't need to say sorry," ashton reaches over to her, taking her hand in his. "i just don't want you to stress over this, we have everything we need, i promise."

she nods, but remembers one last thing, "what am i wearing tonight? to sleep in?"

"the shirt you wore last night is in my bag."

she nods again, but another thought, "should i put my jacket on over this top?" she asks. "it's kind of strappy and sits lower than—"

"violet," ashton cuts her off, stopping at a red light. "you look gorgeous, your hair is gorgeous, your outfit is gorgeous, you are gorgeous. please don't worry, love."

"okay." she quietly responds, a deep blush rising on her cheeks.

the plan for today, go to luke's house for their lunch, more of a closer to dinner meal. everything ends up running late on christmas. an around 3 pm, or later, lunch. usually only snacks for dinner. everyone would be sleeping over tonight.

violet is wearing a light red strap top, red for christmas, black pencil skirt, tights and black boots; her hair styled with loose curls along with light make up. ashton wearing the white shirt that violet bought him, along with black pants, his hair curly, a few stray curls around his forehead.

they both had bags packed. violet's filled with presents, a jacket, hair ties and face wash. ashton's full of presents too, along with his led zeppelin shirt for violet as well as sweatpants for him to sleep in.

pulling up outside of luke's house, the guys cars were already here. ashton and violet seemingly the last people to show up.

the front door opens before they get there, luke standing at the door. he smiles, but doesn't particularly look too happy. violet frowns at him, grabbing her bag from the car before she walks up. ashton following behind.

"hey!" she greets, face dropping even more once she walks inside. the smell of smoke filling her nose. "is something on fire?"

ashton now inside, smelling the same thing, "who's burnt the food again?" he asks, folding his arms. "am i the only one who can cook around here?"

"yea, about the christmas turkey—"

"who burnt the damn turkey?" ashton groans. "who's cooking? who's in the kitchen?"

ashton kicks his shoes off, plopping his bag down on the floor before walking in the direction of the kitchen. leaving violet with luke, and petunia who is on her way over.

"so.. merry christmas?" violet laughs as she leans down to pet petunia.

"merry christmas," luke says back. "is it really christmas if something doesn't go wrong?"

they both laugh, violet grabbing ashton's bag as she follows luke towards the living room to the left. she places their bags down by the sofa.

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