Darryl POV
I was decorating the Christmas tree when I felt someone tug on my sleeve. I turned around and saw Zak standing there in a red and green hoodie, "Do you like my holiday outfit?"
I chuckled, "Yes I like it, now go away you muffin top, I'm trying to finish decorating."
I turned back around and after a minute I still didn't hear him leave. I turned back around and he was standing there pouting, crossing his arms.
"So you care about decorating more than me?" He asked.
"No, that's not-"
"Don't try and deny it, I know you don't like me." He replied, tears gathering in his eyes.
"No, I like you a lot, you're my best friend." I replied, giving him my full attention.
"Promise?"
"I promise."
He blinked and suddenly the tears were gone and a smile was back on his face. It's mind blowing that he's such a good actor, even now.
"Okay, lets go do something!" He exclaimed, grabbed my hand.
He dragged me into the kitchen and there were a bunch of stuff on the counters.
"What are we doing?" I asked.
"We're making cookies!"
"Oh my goodness, okay." I replied, "Do you even know how to bake?"
He laughed, "No, but you do."
I rolled my eyes, smiling, as we got started.
*woosh*
"I'm proud of us." Zak said as we looked at the finished cookies.
"What do you mean us?" I exclaimed, "All you did was throw flour at me!"
"Yeah, see?" He replied, "I helped a lot."
I sighed, "Whatever, let's go turn on a movie to watch, so don't eat any until-"
I turned around and saw Zak with a cookie already in his mouth while he smiled innocently at me.
Oh my goodness.
