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// the christmas song //

10:50 AM
the stove clock read. i've been sitting at the island in the kitchen for the past ten minutes eating my cereal and waiting on cameron to get ready so i can drop her off at her girlfriend's.

i'm still envious at how my younger sister is in a relationship before i am. she's always been the exact opposite of me—when she knows what she wants, she goes out and gets it. meanwhile i'm so frustratingly passive that i even make myself mad sometimes.

       my thoughts were interrupted as my phone vibrated on the counter.

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shawn
hey! i just dropped aaliyah off at her friend's
& just wanted to know if it's good to come over? :)

windmill ❤️
ok !! i gotta drop cam off first
so i'll text you when i get back

shawn
i can give you all a lift!
[delete text]
gotcha! drive safe it's a lil icy today!

windmill ❤️
thnx mendes <3

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         i locked my phone after replying. i'm starting to second guess sending that weird heart because typically i do it ironically but now it's become a habit. but never mind, the deed's done. i finished the rest of my cereal and placed the bowl into the sink.

        "cam, are you done yet? i thought you wanted to spend as much time with nat!" i yelled up the stairs.

        she stuck her head out of the bathroom with half-curled hair and phone in hand. "i'm almost done! and i'm on facetime with her right now." i heard a 'hi, millie' coming from the phone. "she said hi."

        "i heard, tell her i said hi too. also hurry up shawn's already ready to come over."

        next thing i knew i could hear natalie exclaim shawn's name and cameron closing the bathroom door as she starts blabbering.

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shawn arrived a bit after i dropped cameron at natalie's house.

"sorry for the delay, she took forever to get ready." i laughed as i let him in and close the door behind him. "so, let's get to baking those snowman cookies!"

shawn chuckles at my enthusiasm as i lead him to the kitchen with everything already laid out on the counter.

"oh, you're ready ready," he teases as he notices everything neatly organized in it's place.

"of course i am. pillsbury christmas cookies fest is no joke," i say as i try to look at serious as i could.

shawn's smile widens as he laughs at my expression. "alright, chef mills, where to begin?"

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         as i placed the trays of cookie dough into the oven, shawn asks, "why don't you make your christmas cookies that you usually do? they're always so good. ooh and the cute designs you'd do with the icing."