Playing With Fire || d.h

106. The Christmas Special

Hello my hoes and bros, merry fucking Christmas, and this is my gift to you. If you don't celebrate Christmas, I hope you can enjoy this as well.

Christmas Eve is finally here, and I'm nearly shaking from excitement. Dan keeps laughing at me, because no matter how hard I try, I can't stop raving. I play Christmas music from the speakers, and while Dan works on editing the last Gamingmas video of the year in the gaming room, I work on the finishing touches of his Christmas gift. I smile happily to myself as I look at it, before I finish wrapping it. I bring all the gifts to the lounge, and put them down in front of the tree. Dan lets out a laugh from behind me, and I give him a look.

"What're you laughing at?" I ask, putting my hands on my hips.

"Nothing, it's just...it looks like you really went all out," he says, motioning to the gift baskets sitting underneath the tree.

I roll my eyes. "I thought we already established that I really like Christmas, right?"

"Yeah. I'm just glad you're enjoying yourself," he laughs.

"You're damn right I am," I reply. "Now I'm going to make some Christmas cookies with Dodie."

"You have fun with that," he laughs, and I roll my eyes, before walking to the kitchen.

Dodie's set up the camera on a tripod, and has all our ingredients set out on the island. "You ready?" She asks me, and I nod my head yes, before pressing record on the camera.

"Hello, my beautiful viewers," I greet the camera with a smile. "Today, we're taking a leaf out of the Dan and Phil book, and attempting to make Christmas-themed baked goods. Consider this possible failure to be our Christmas gift to you."

Dodie laughs. "C'mon, they're not going to turn out well with a mindset like that. Besides, we're not Dan and Phil. We actually know a little bit about baking." She pauses, before adding, "Or at least, you know a little bit about baking."

I laugh. "Don't worry, I'll teach you my ways. So, if you couldn't tell by the assortment of things our lovely Dodie has set out for us, we're going to be making Christmas cookies."

We set to work on the cookies, smearing flour on each other's face and throwing sugar in our hair. The whole kitchen is a total flour-coated mess, but the cookies actually look semi-decent when we put them on the baking sheet.

"So, we'll just be baking these at three hundred-fifty degrees Fahrenheit - "

"Which is a hundred-seventy six degrees Celsius," Dodie cuts in, giving the camera a smile.

"- for fifteen minutes - "

" - which is nine hundred seconds - "

" - or until the edges are golden brown - "

" - which is just a fancy way of saying slightly burnt - "

" - and hopefully by the time they're done, Dodie will stop interrupting me." I glare at her, but she only gives me an innocent smile. I roll my eyes, before turning back to the camera. "And in just a couple seconds, we'll see you again."

I stop the camera recording, and set a fifteen minute timer on the microwave. Sighing heavily, I wipe the bits of cookie dough from my dress. As they fall to the ground, I realize there's also flour, sugar, and a mix of other ingredients on the tile. I guess I'll just have to sweep later. I look at Dodie, but she just gives me another innocent smile, and I roll my eyes.

"Just help me clean this shit up," I say, motioning to the disaster that sits on the island. She picks up all the ingredients and puts them away in the cupboards, while I sweep and wipe down the counter. It takes all of the fifteen minutes to clean it up, and the timer on the microwave goes off. I pull the cookies out, put them on the island, and give them a second to cool. Dodie presses record, and rushes next to me behind the counter.