Chapter 8

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(A/N: there's gonna be a little time jump in this story, so don't freak out too much. I did it just for the next few chapters. Enjoy!)

--------------one week later--------------

Kirstie's POV

I can't believe it's Christmas Eve already!! Being the Christmas fanatic that I am, I've started putting the final touches on the house for Christmas. Even though the only people who are coming over are Avi and Scott, I still want to make sure the house looks perfect. Especially the Christmas tree. (The picture I used is what Kirstie's house looks like at the moment.)

-----------2 hours later---------------

I was putting the final touches on the dinner table when the doorbell rang. Assuming it was Avi I ran to the door immediately. Although, that never seems to work out because as I was running I bumped into the coffee table and the corner of the wall. Let's be real here, at the moment I didn't really feel any pain because I was so excited to see my boyfriend!

Avi's POV

Only minutes after I knocked on Kirstie's door, I heard a lot if noise inside the house. Knowing Kirstie, she was probably running to get the door. I chuckled at the thought. The door then opened and before I could even form a sentence I was engulfed in a tight hug. "Kirst, I'm glad to see you too, but your really squeezing me here." "Oh, sorry, I'm just really happy to see you again," she said while releasing me from that monster of a hug she had given me. I smiled at her adorableness.

"Oh, um, come in. I was just getting the food ready," she said while walking back into the kitchen. I then walked inside the house and was amazed by the immaculate effort Kirstie had put into the Christmas decorations. If I didn't know any better, I would have assumed Kirstie was a professional interior decorator.

I walked into the kitchen where Kirstie was and was greeted by an amazing aroma of all the different foods she had prepared. I swear she is the most talented person on this planet! Is there anything she can't do? I was drawn out of my thoughts when I heard the doorbell ring. "I bet that's Scott, Avi could you go get the door for me? I'm still a little bit busy." I kissed her on the cheek. "Sure." I made my way to the door and opened it. I was shocked at what I saw. In the doorway stood Scott and the one and only King Mitch. Why in the world was King Mitch here?

Scott's POV

Only a few minutes after I knocked on the door, it opened and I was greeted by Avi. "Hey Avi! I didn't know you were invited to Kirstie's house." "Well, I think it's kind of obvious that I would be, I am her boyfriend." Boyfriend? Why didn't Kirstie tell me this! Sometimes I wanna strangle that girl, but who am I to judge, that same night she met Avi, I met King Mitch. Ever since then we were inseparable.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I almost forgot this is King-" "Actually it's just Mitch," said Mitch cutting me off mid sentence. "And it's good to see you again Avi, I see you've definitely changed for the better." "Thank you, um, why don't you come in. Kirstie should be done with the food by now," said Avi as he walked back into the house.

We walked inside and followed Avi into the kitchen. As soon as we entered the kitchen I immediately felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. "It's good to see you again Kirstie! And I would like you to meet someone. Kirstie this is-" "King Mitch! What brings you here?" Exclaimed Kirstie. "Please, call me Mitch, and I actually came here with Scott." "Oh, well, any friend of Scott's is a friend of mine. And I'm guessing you've already met Avi?" She said. "Yes, and from what it looks like he's changed a whole lot," said Mitch matter-of-factley. "I have, kin-, sorry, Mitch, although it was mainly because of Kirstie," said Avi. I almost squealed at that. Even though I just met the guy for the second time, I could tell that he was definitely the perfect match for my best friend.

(A/N: how did you guys like the little bit of Scömìche I put in there? Also, I hope you guys all have a very merry Christmas!)

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