Life's A Bitch (ON HOLD)

Christmas Special/Santa Brought You A Special Present This Year

Hey guys- I just wanted to let you know that this part isn't connected to the story line in any way whatsoever. It's just a little something special I thought I'd do for getting this story to 70+ reads(and for Christmas) which I'm so happy about! Thank you all so much for reading voting and commenting, it means so much to me!! Enjoy~

I don't know who the fuck is knocking at my door, but they're going to die. I thought to myself.

For at least the past ten minutes, someone had been persistently knocking at my door. Unwilling to wake up earlier than I'd wanted, I had stayed in bed, hoping that they'd go away. Unfortunately, that person hadn't seem to have gotten the point.

KNOCK. I groaned as the knock grew louder.

"I'm coming dammit!" I yelled out as I managed to push myself up into a sitting position. I slid on my slippers and not bothering to change, trudged out of my room in the skull candy tank top and PINK booty shorts that I'd worn to bed.

I swung the door open in annoyance. "What the hell-"

"Quit whining, bitch." Evan was at my door, and looking way too happy for my liking. "We're making Christmas cookies." His hair was messy as usual, and had snowflakes still nestled in it. Evan hadn't even bothered to dress warm, he'd just shown up in a flannel, jeans, and his typical Vans.

"Evan," I said, expaserated. "Do you even know what time it is?"

"Hold on." He replied, pulling his phone out of his pocket. "It is 12:24 in the afternoon." Evan stated after he touched the screen a few times.

"Exactly." I stared at him blankly. "This is the time that Chloe is still asleep." I turned away without closing the door, knowing that Evan would've just came in or knocked until I'd gotten up and let him in, and walked to the kitchen to get a glass of Hawaiian Punch.

What? That shit was good.

"What are you here for again?" I asked as I took a sip of my drink. Evan sat his backpack down on the floor and started pulling items out of it before walking past me and setting them on the kitchen counter. He smiled smugly at me, before gesturing to the items.

"Um, what are we going to do with flour, sugar, eggs, vanilla, butter, baking soda, and baking powder?" Evan gave me a look like I was stupid.

"I don't know Chloe." He brought his hand up to his face and made the thinking gesture. "Maybe we're making an Atomic Bomb, or maybe, as I said earlier, we're making cookies." I made my lips form an 'O' as I nodded, and waited for Evan to tell me what he was really for.

"Seriously Chloe, we're making Christmas cookies."

"Why?" I groaned. "I even decorated this year, why do I need cookies?" Evan looked up and around, taking in the sight of the Christmas tree and fake snow on the windows.

"Because you're decorating sucks. Where are the measuring cups?" I showed Evan the drawer that they were in and he started measuring all the ingredients and adding them together.

Standing with my back up against the counter opposite of Evan, I sipped my drink as I watched him. He was so concentrated on what he was doing, and he would say aloud how many cups he'd already added in. Evan had furrowed his brows, and he mumbled shit when he dropped some flour onto his green and black plaid flannel.

Deciding to break his concentration, I grabbed a chunk of butter. Evan glanced up at me suspiciously, watching as I took the wrapping off the stick.

"What?" I asked him. "I'm not going to sit back and watch you do all the work." Evan watched me for a few seconds before deciding to trust me and turn back to his work. I smirked and grabbed a huge chunk of butter in my hand, before raising my arm and slapping the butter across Evan's face.