The Perfect Present

☕️Chapter 3☕️

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This chapter contains a smurf movie spoiler! Read at your own risk!
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Farren snuggled further into the rather comfy pillow underneath her, her eyes snapped open, "Holy cheese balls!" She yelled scrambling off the couch. She hadn't, oh no, she fell asleep on Elliot Parker's lap!

Elliot jolted up, "What? What's wrong?" He asked frantically.

"I... Slept... Er... Your lap?" Farren said a blush creeping onto her face.

He raised a brow looking around awkwardly.

'Oh my god. Oh my god, OH MY GOD' Farren thought, as she walked into the kitchen having a mini panic attack in her brain.

"What happened!" Thomas ran down stairs in his train pajamas alarmed.

"I have no idea, ask her yourself." Elliot pointed to the girl who was in the kitchen.

She was now a bright red and her eyes were large, she was pacing the floor of the kitchen quickly.

"Are you okay, did you break a bone or something?" Thomas asked her quickly, "breaking a bone sounds awesome." He smiled waiting for her to answer.

"I had a erm- a nightmare, more like a daydream..." she sighed looking down at him. "Nothing to be worried about, sorry to alarm you."

"Oh ok, I am going back to sleep, 8:00am is too early." Thomas huffed trudging up the stairs.

Farren sat in the kitchen trying to figure out a way to escape having back in the room with Elliot.

"You do know that you can come back in the living room right?" He called to her.

"Err... Sure. Yeah I know that." Farren said looking everywhere but him.

"Ok, well I️ am going back to my bedroom." He said before getting up and quickly walking up the stairs.

Farren stood up when she heard his door close, before sitting on the couch. She took a deep breathe just talking a moment to realize what just happened. She fell asleep in Elliot's lap, woke up, and completely freaked out.

Way to go Farren! She thought to herself.

Thomas came downstairs about 10 minutes later sitting next to her.

"Hey little dude." She smiled at him, her skin still a warm red.

"Are you cold, or sick?" He asked turning his head.

"I️ am cold, yeah." She went with it so she didn't have to explain the color on her face. I'm not embarrassed or anything. Farren thought sarcastically.

"Do you need Elliot's hoodie again?" He asked.

Farren's jaw dropped, should she wear the hoodie and risk being a tomato again.

"Could you just get me a blanket?" Farren asked sheepishly.

"Sure!" Thomas said hopping from the couch and skipping to find a blanket. A few minutes later came back into the living room holding an army green blanket, "This used to be Elliot's it's the only spare I could find."

Great now she was using his blankets. Oh well with her luck she would be stuck here until Christmas. Her mom would just have to deal without a Christmas list this year although she doubts she would ever get what she wanted anyways. A navy blue Jeep. She doesn't care what brand she just didn't want to drive that 6 year old SUV anymore.