The Perfect Present

🧣Chapter 2🧣

The next morning Farren woke up it was cold and a small blanket covered her on the couch. The time on the small alarm clock perched on the marble slab of the kitchen read 7:00 am. A quick glance at the alert on her phone told her the roads were still covered in icy demons
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"Great. I'm still stuck here." Farren mumbled incoherently, her hand shooting up to catch her yawn.

She walked into the kitchen, still half asleep, the scent of coffee filling her nose. She caught a whiff of her own breath coming close to gagging, making a note to ask for a toothbrush later that day. She also saw the end of her hair which was knotted and frazzled, she flipped her hair into a small ponytail. As she looked up she caught a shirtless Elliot in the act of sipping on coffee, what she had entered the kitchen for completely disappeared from her mind

"Like what you see?" He smirked.

"As if!" She scoffed feeling the heat rising to her face.

He chuckled sipping his coffee before pointing to a cabinet, "Mugs are in there."

"U-uh okay," Farren walked over to the cabinet grabbing a mug with a cute Christmas lyric scribbled on the front in gold cursive. She made her coffee and took a sip immediately after. She set the mug down quickly.

"Shoot! My tongue it burns!" She yelled frantically fanning her fiery mouth.
Farren thought quickly grabbing another coffee mug, not bothering to look at the cliche Christmas thing bound to be on the front and instead filling it with tap water. After about five minutes of downing the cold tap water to soothe her aching tongue, she realized a fit of laughter had been coming from behind her. He's so dead.

Farren turned around and saw Elliot on the ground clutching his stomach. She may have a crush on him but it won't stop her from getting revenge. She composed herself and shot daggers at him, clearing her throat and crossing her arms.

Elliot snapped his eyes open and saw Farren glaring at him, "Uh oh," was all he could mutter.

"Yes, he is! He thinks he is the biggest man ever but we all know I am. You don't know me as well as everyone else, but once you do, trust me you'll agree." Thomas said puffing out his chest with a confident tone in his voice.

Farren chuckled, "Yes, yes you are Thomas."

The room went quiet and Farren looked at his coffee on the counter which was no longer steaming, "Is he going to stay in his room for long? "

"If we are lucky he'll come out for dinner," Thoma said before grabbing something off the counter, in a few seconds sticking out his tongue to reveal a partially melted sugar cube.

Farren laughed adding a sugar cube to her coffee and making sure the temperature was cooled before taking a sip.

"Farren, I'm glad to see you have made yourself at home." Marylin flashed her a smile.

"Thank you for letting me stay, I was very comfy on the couch last night, although I did stay up a bit late watching Hallmark movies." She replied a small giggle slipping out after her last comment.

"Hallmark movies?" Thomas looked at her confused.

"Romance Christmas movies." His mother told him.

"Bleh, sounds dumb." He replied smoothly making a face, Farren couldn't help but giggle at his reply.

" Are you sure you are comfortable on the couch?" Marylin asked Farren, her face smooshing up as she tilted her mouth.