"You're not allowed to join Secret Santa next year!" Charlie yelled at him, hands glued to her hips. "Why would I even want this turkey and gravy scented candle?"
Their group of friends, all seven of them, started snickering in their seats. "Those two will never stop bickering about the littlest things," Sunshine commented.
Matt shrugged. "Would you have rather gotten those towels with koalas?"
"Maybe!"
"Hey," Cho started, "At least you didn't get a book about dieting. Thanks for the heads up, Andrew."
She stuck out her tongue at him as he pinched her cheeks. "Thanks for nothing, honey."
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Miniature Disasters
FanfictionCollection of drabbles. 100 words. No more, no less. Shipping all the ships.
