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The Little Things

Christmas songs flood the kitchen as I dance around like a maniac, slowly ruining the beautiful voice of Bublé. It is the one time of year when I have an actual excuse to excessively bake for everyone and anyone without being judged, instead heavily praised. Let's just say I'm currently in my element. 

At this point my once clean jeans were heavily coated in flour hand prints of my own and the surfaces that were once spotless were covered in ingredients, both dry and wet which was never fun. Singing at the top of my lungs as I excitedly check on the second batch of biscuits after the first ones came to an untimely demise which no one will ever find out about, ever. 

Letting out a squeal as the warm air hits me in the face along with the scent of vanilla alluding from the oven making me smile to myself before I resume singing. Just as 'All I want for Christmas' comes on and I begin to hit the high notes the doorbell goes, interrupting my shining moment entirely. Sighing I take off my reindeer antlers and head over, as I open it he unimpressively looks at me before examining every aspect of my current state and bursting out laughing. 

Dragging him inside his laughter slowly dies down and I struggle to suppress my growing smile. As we silently walked into the kitchen he paused in the entrance, turning back around I could just see his jaw drop at the sight. "Did something explode?" He raised an eyebrow to me and then glanced at all of the surfaces again, maybe I made a bit more mess than I had anticipated. 

Shrugging my shoulders I placed my hands on my hips, "Well someone was meant to be the amazing best friend they are and help me but you were a no show." Frowning to him I turn my back and continue singing quietly to myself before soon hearing him join in. 

Turning around I see him doing a little awkward dance on the spot, his entire body remaining stationary yet he moves his head from side to side. Watching the bizarre action I do nothing but remain quiet, not wanting to miss this perfect revenge worthy moment. Pulling my phone out I start to film him, remaining completely unaware he continues to bob before the chorus comes, then he turns to face me with wide eyes and a big smile before chuckling to himself. "You seriously didn't think I saw you? You are the least discreet person." He joked and held his hand out to me, just as the song ended and the sweet sound of 'Oh Holy Night' began. Suspiciously I reached my hand out into his. 

Pulling me towards him his hand lands on my lower back and I place my hand on his shoulder. Swaying from side to side I chuckle at how cliche it all is, slow Christmas song playing now, and dancing with my best friend. Glancing up I see his bright green eyes shining back down to mine and a smile forming on his face. Unable to take my eyes off of him I feel butterflies emerge in my stomach and tear my eyes from him, unsure what else to do I pull away from the dance and stumble back against the counter. Unsure what to say I tuck my hair behind my ear before stuttering over my words, "I think, that the erm," taking a deep sigh I close my eyes, trying to forget him focusing on me. "the biscuits are done." Quickly moving over to the oven I crouch down and open the door, seeing them finally golden brown and lift them out and begin to move them onto the cooling rack. 

Feeling his breath near my ear I pause as I go back to remove another biscuit from the tray. Why was I acting like this? It's only Michael. It's only Michael, I repeated to myself mentally. Yet as I tilted my head to see him his eyes weren't on the biscuits he always called dibs on eating, instead he was staring at me again with this weird look in his eyes. 

"I erm, these will be cool in about twenty minutes then I can, I can ice them." Mentally swearing at myself for suddenly be a fumbling buffoon I place the next batch on the tray ready to go in the oven. 

Hearing my name being called snaps me out of my deep concentration on the biscuits, lifting my head I keep my back turned and hope he drops whatever he was going to say. "Are you, are you okay?" He asked and tightening my face I wish I could kick myself for seeming off, I wish I knew myself why I was acting off.