December 18th 6 PM: 7 Days Until Christmas
"Can you pass me the cinnamon?" Andrew asked.
"Sure, where is it?"
"Top cabinet on the left," he said throwing apple peals in the garbage. I jumped up and opened the cabinet. It was all the way on top. I jumped for two minutes straight trying to reach it. "Nevermind, I got it." he laughed.
"Don't do that," I said.
"Do what?" he laughed again.
"Make fun of me,"
"I'm not making fun of you,"
"Yes you are,"
"No, I'm not,"
We were interrupted by a phone ringing beside me. The screen showed a pretty blonde girl smiling in front of a Christmas tree. "Andrew, someone's calling you," I said studying the picture. He glanced over.
"Oh, shit! Ignore it," he said.
"Is that your girlfriend?" I asked.
"Nah, my sister,"
"Oh,"
"And by the way my friends call me Drew,"
"I'm your friend?"
"I never said that,"
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