It all started with a match. One simple match. Just a match between Argentina and Saudi Arabia. The match on November 22nd.
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Then, she discovered the thing called World Cup. The World Cup (with capital letters). The one thing that united the world...
Hey, guys. Since today is Christmas Eve, and tomorrow it's Christmas, I decided to write a Christmas Special part for the story that is totally not related with the chronology of the events in the story. Only the characters and their relationships are going to remain the same after the last chapter of this story. Basically, this is like an imagine of what Christmas would look like for Liv and company. I hope you like it, and I wish you Merry Christmas and happy holidays:)
Liv's POV: 24th of December, 2023
"Paiiigeeeeeee," I screamed for the fifth time in row for my friend to come and put the star on the Christmas tree because holding few of the toys, so they don't fall while she puts the star at the top sucks. In various different ways. One of them being not feeling my left hand. "Paige, come here right now because it's gonna be on you that my left hand is not part of my body anymore!" I shouted again. "Make your conclusions!" I was about to drop the tree and mine, Blake, Mr. Nicolas, and Ms. Harper's effort for the past few hours when I finally saw Paige coming down the stairs to the living room of Mr. Nicolas's house.
"I'm coming, but what's the big deal?" She was walking calmly as if I'm not about to fall, and a giant coniferous tree was going to fall over me then. "You can hold it. You're a big girl," she held the star in her right arm.
"It's easy for you when you haven't been holding that tree for the past twenty minutes!" I shouted in frustration again.
"You're lucky I didn't forget to bring the star because you would've waited at least five minutes more," Paige smiled innocently as she held the tree, so that I could rest my arm, and that she could put the star on the top safely.
"You're lucky my arm hurts and the other is not useable because I would've hit you until now," I hissed, my heels pressing against the sofa's frame.
"Ease the aggression, Liv," she smiled as she gestured me to remove my right arm from the tree as well. "Voila!" She said with her thin French accent, and we both looked at the tree, satisfied with the results. "How's your arm?" Paige asked, but before I could reply, we heard clapping behind us, and we turned around only to see Mr. Nicolas going down the stairs, dressed in a Christmas sweater with a reindeer on it.
"Look what we got here," were his first words. "The tree looks amazing!" He came to us and sat on the sofa.
"But it's not done yet," I said with a smirk and turned around, and my eyes landed on where to plug the lights in. "Now," the small white to bright yellow lights illuminated the area around the tree with their positive mood, "we are done with the decorations." I walked away from it, so that I could look better at it, and I could say that it was amazing. Definitely our efforts were worth it.
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(Pinterest again. Credits to Decor Home Ideas. Just imagine the Christmas tree in Mr. Nicolas' living room.)
"And what were you doing for twenty minutes up there?" I wanted to know as I laid down on the sofa, my left arm still aching a little.
