Christmas and Eve

my roommate hates all happiness in general

countdown: seven days

"Why are you blasting Christmas music down the hall?" yelled an enraged Marmie, slamming the dorm room door closed behind her.

"Because it's the holiday season?" Eve offered as an answer, even though she knew it wouldn't help.

"Eve, we are Jewish!" yelled Marmie, stressing the last word. "We do not celebrate Christmas! We do not decorate for Christmas! We do not blast Christmas music!"

"Well aren't you a party pooper."

"I can't believe we're still having this conversation," she groaned, grabbing a stick of gum from the pack on her desk. 

"I don't have to celebrate Christmas to like it!" protested Eve, who had found her Santa hat and was wearing it again, along with a holiday sweater she had bought earlier that week. "It's a time of happiness and pretty lights and great commercials!"

"This is ridiculous."

"You know who wrote all the best Christmas songs? Who wrote White Christmas, huh? A Jew, that's who!"

"Well, Eve, unless you're writing a best selling Christmas single, then I don't want to hear any Christmas music," replied Marmie calmly, looking over at the window. "Why can't you play Hanukah music instead?"

"There is no such thing as good Hanukah music," said Eve, rolling her eyes.

"Fine, you got me there," Marmie laughed, running a hand through her hair. "It's all old Yiddish stuff."

"But-" started Eve excitedly, "I did get some Hanukah decorations!" She gestured to the window, where the two had a nice menorah all set up in the window, along with gel letters spelling out 'Happy Hanukkah' stuck on the window.

"That's nice for a change," she said. "As it does start tomorrow, I'd hope you had some spirit."

"Look, Marmie," said Eve, pushing herself off her bed and walking over, "tomorrow we can have all the potato latkas and jelly donuts you can stuff in your mouth." Marmie laughed, as Eve enveloped her friend in a hug. She rested her head against Marmie's shoulder, wrapping her arms around her roommate.

"We'll light candles and play dreidel together?" Marmie asked in a childish, hopeful voice, placing her hands over Eve's arms.

"Just like when we were kids- but with more wine."

"We're both underage, Eve."

"We're Jews, aren't we? Once you've had your bar mitzvah, then you're of age to drink wine."

Marmie laughed. "You are full of lies."

"You like me anyways."

"'Course I do," said Marmie. She untangled herself from Eve's arms, plucking out her gum and tossing it. "You're my favorite Jew."

"I'm your favorite person," corrected Eve, batting her eyelashes.

"You are acting like a shameless flirt," shot Marmie.

"You like it."

"I'm not answering that."

"You don't have to. I know you like it," said Eve, waltzing over to her iPod, plugged into the speakers. She turned it back on, playing the Christmas music again.

"I swear to god, Eve-"

"Deal with it, Marmie. I'm in a good mood, and this music suits it," responded Eve chirping, dancing around the form. She grabbed Marmie's hands and began to spin her around, dancing and laughing.

"I can't believe you, Evie," laughed Marmie.

"C'mon, Marmie. It's the happiest time of the year!" Marmie laughed at her roommate, pulling away from her dancing.

"Alright, alright, I give in. It's the most wonderful time of the year. Happy?" Eve smiled, wrapping her arms around Marmie again.

"Very."

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if you haven't noticed, i'm going through and editing my favorite short story.