Dedicated to @AshleeTheGoodGirl because why tf not.

"That should be the last one. Get down from there before you break something"
I scowled at Jasmine, but did as she said.

There's only one week till Christmas, and I'm beyond excited. Jasmine and I were just done putting up the last decorations on the tree, and around the house.

"I can't wait for this fucking year to end" Jasmine groaned, rubbing her face.

"Me neither. This year was one of the most confusing years ever"

After putting up decorations all day we were beyond worn out. Also from the chasing and weird dancing and hitting each other.

"But godmother, you gotta admit, this wasn't that bad of a year"

I snorted. "Oh really. What made it good then?"

"A lot of things. You're not dead-" she started "-Me, your Starbucks boy, um, what else? Oh yeah, me" she smirked at the last part.

"Oh shut up, you cocky human"

"Well I am cocky, but without a cock" (A/N: anyone who can guess who this is, is gonna get something special. The person who it's about isn't allowed to say a word) she still kept up the stupid smirk.

I tried to keep up a straight face, but it was hard. And before I knew, I was in stitches.

Both of us laughed and laughed and laughed until our stomachs hurt.

"I love you godmother" she said, after we calmed down.

"I love you too bae. Now can we stop being sentimental? If not I'm gonna cry"

"Okay, okay I'm sorry" she chuckled, getting up and walking towards the bathroom.

"I'm going to take a bath. So I'll be in there for quite a while. Don't kill yourself or eat all the food in the house, okay?"

"Fuck off you"

'Christmas Christmas time is near, time for toys and time for cheer-'

Looking at the screen on my phone, the caller ID read 'My Starbucks boy'.

When did Jasmine get a hold on my phone?

"Yello" I chirped, laying back completely on the couch.

"Hiiiiii" the deep voice I anticipated, wasn't the one that spoke to me.

"Olivia? Hi" I answered back, surprised.

"Ello. How are you?"

"I'm hungry. And you?"

"I'm gooda. Like the cheese"

I swear I could feel the smugness radiating off her at that really good punchline, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"That's awesome. How exactly did you get a hold on Michael's phone?" I had to ask, because that boy always seemed to have some kind of hold on his phone.

"I hid it" she simply replied.

"Oh my God you have to teach me your ways! I can never hide my best friends phone. Never. She seems to know when I'm even close to it. That girl"

"Hmmm-" Olivia started out, sounding thoughtful "-it seems your friend has what I like to call monitoring spirits"

"Moni-" I couldn't finish my statement, as I erupted into a bubble of laughter.

"Oh my- oh my gosh Olivia monitoring spirits? Where did you get that?"

She laughed softly. That little perfect laugh that made me want to slit my throat and pour 'perfect laugh powder' so I could laugh like her.

"I just made it up" she giggled again.

"Well you should make up stuff like this more often. They're hilarious"

She hummed in agreement, and then we fell silent.

'23, 24, 25 26, 2-'

"Are you busy?" She asked, interrupting my counting.

"No. Why?"

"You said something about being hungry. So let's hang out. You in?"

"That would be so awesome! But you're buying" I stated.

"Who's buying anything? You're coming to my house, and I'm cooking for you"

"Even better. Text me your address, I'll follow the scent of whatever it is you're going to cook"

"You're crazy" she laughed.

We then said our goodbyes, and she dropped the call.

Today being a snow day, I had to dress warm. And dressing warm meant doubling up on everything. And that also meant walking like a penguin, with an egg between it's legs.

"The things I do for food" I murmured to myself, opening the wardrobe and pulling everything I could, out.

'If I don't come home tonight, just know that I have been stuffed, like a pig (apple and all), and I'm about to be fed to the gods of London weather.
I love you, don't call me unless I call you. And I won't call you unless I need help. ♡'

After re - reading my lovely short note, I pasted the yellow sticky note to a packet of chips in the fridge, and I walked - no waddled out of the house.

(I'm very sure you all don't want to know what Adrien did, and all the people and animals she frightened on her way to Olivia's house. So let's skip to when she got there)

Just the front of the house has me tripping hard. I mean that literally and figuratively.

There were shiny Christmas decorations and lights everywhere, and I smiled in awe, as I got closer.

But I didn't look at the ground. So I tripped. And fell on my face.

That was also the same time Olivia dear, decided to open her door and look at my humiliation. (I called her earlier, to tell her that I was close).

"I'm so gonna have fun today" were the only words she uttered, before laughing breathily and helping me up.

"Welcome, welcome to my humble abode"

"Oh my fried chicken, this place is beautiful"

"Fried chicken?"

"Shut up for a second, will you?"

"Sorry"

The entire house was magnificent. Painted a warm yellow color, with brown and gold accents. The floor was boarded with strips of mahogany, and the ceiling was pure white.

That was just the living passage between the living room and the kitchen/dining area.

"This place is freaking awesome" I exclaimed in awe for the second time.

"I know. When I was little and my parents and I would come here, I'd always tell Michael that I hoped heaven looked like this"

I looked around the house once more. "Nah. Heaven should be made of pizza. Because that shit is heavenly"

"You're stupid" she laughed, taking my coat from me and hanging it on the coat hanger.

I followed her to the kitchen, and hopped on the marble counter.

When I say hop, I mean trying to get on about three times, before successfully climbing the damned thing.

"So what do you wanna eat?" Olivia asked, tying the apron on her waist and smoothing them down with her hands.

"I don't know. You said you were gonna cook and I was gonna eat. So it's up to you"

"Spaghetti it is. I make a mean spaghetti, just so you know"

"I hope by mean, you mean terrifyingly awesome. And not awfully terrifying"

She playfully swatted my arm with the spoon she was holding. "Don't underestimate the power of my spaghetti"

"Okay, okay. Cook away" I giggled, raising my hands up in mock surrender.

For a few minutes, no other sound was heard, apart from our quiet breathing and clanks of pots.

"You know, Angela really likes you"

"Angela?"

"Ugh, Michaelangelo"

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of his name. "Oh"

"Yeah"

"How do you know that?" I asked, looking up to see her placing the pot on the burner.

"Well, the first day you both met, he came home all smiley and-"

"Wait a minute. Home? You both live together? I'm a naturally confused person, so I just wanna know if I'm off here"

"Yeah we do. This is his parents house"

"What about your parents?"

"They're dead"

I nearly stopped breathing. All of a sudden it felt like my heart tumbled.

"I'm so sorry, I had no idea"

"It's okay. I know you didn't" she smiled, throwing chopped onions into the pot.

"How long has it been?"

"Hm?" She poured in tomato sauce and powdered pepper into the pot too.

"Like, since they died. How long has it been?"

"Three years" she replied, adding in salt and stirring the mixture.

"That's the same time Mikey lost his brother and sisters too" I said in realization.

"How did you know that" she turned to me with wide eyes.

"He told me"

She smiled fondly and shook her head. "See? Michaelangelo has never told anyone anything about the accident before. I mean, except his parents and other family friends and relatives, no one else knows about it. But withing weeks of meeting you, he told you that"

"Still doesn't mean anything" I murmured, swinging my legs.

"Yes it does. That idiot and I have been best friends from diaper days. I know literally everything about him"

A few more spices were sprinkled in, and then she left it to boil.

"He's never acted as silly about a girl, the way he does with you"

Still sensing that I didn't believe her, she hopped on to the counter with me.

"I'm not gonna say much more on this matter, because it all depends on you. But, just know that he really likes you. Like a fucking lot"

And with that, she hopped off the counter and emptied the spaghetti jar into the pot of boiling liquid.

"I'm hoping you like spicy food, because I dumped a shit ton of spice in this"

"Holy smokes, it even smells like heaven" I sniffed the air, giggling afterwards.

"While we wait for this to cook, let's play a game?"

"Sure. What game?"

"20 questions?" She suggested, looking unsure.

"Why not? But you go first" I pointed, my smile widening when she rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically.

"Hm. What to ask, what to ask, what to- yeah I've got it-" she snapped her fingers. "-what's your favorite kind of popcorn, salty or sugary?"

"Well, sugary is awesome. But living with my best friend has brought me closer to the really salty ones with extra butter. So I'll say salty"

"Okay. Now you ask"

"Sure. Your favorite male artiste?"

"Oh my gosh" she squealed, stomping her feet and grinning like a crazy person.

"Charlie Puth is my main man" she squealed again, holding my hands and making me laugh along with her.

"Well that fact has been registered. It's your turn to ask me now. You crazy squirrel"

Finally she quieted down, and smoothed out her apron.

"Okay. I'm better now. On to the next question. How old were you when you had your first kiss?"

"Really Olivia? We're going down that road?"

"Yes. Yes we are" she smirked, folding her arms and looking like a fucking model.

"I hate you"

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"Okay I have to admit, this was a killer spaghetti. I'm so full" I sighed, smacking my lips and rubbing my stomach. An old habit of mine. Jasmine says it makes me look like a creepy old grandpa.

"I warned you, didn't I" she smiled, picking up my plate and walking to the sink to wash it.

Our little game of '20 questions' had progressed to over 30, and we had a little fun while asking. We told each other stories and laughed so hard, we choked (well I choked. Olivia just kept laughing at me). I got to know her a little better, and honestly she was one hell of a person.

"If I remember correctly, you asked the last question. So now it's easy more for me, so we round up this '20-turned-40-questions' "

"Okay. Shoot"

"What's your most embarrassing moment?"

"Oh my goodness. I can't say, it's too embarrassing" she turned her face away.

"No no no. I said and did everything you told me to. Even the stupid ones. So you have no right to refuse me"

"Ugh. Okay. But you have to promise not to laugh"

"I can't promise anything" I giggled back.

"Bitch. I don't care what you do anyway"

"Sure you don't"

"Okay okay. So I was 13, and Michael and I were playing tag. He was it, so naturally I ran away from him so he couldn't get me. And before hand, his parents told us not to run through the yard because there were rocks and all that. But is being stubborn idiots, we didn't care"

You know that feeling, when you're listening to a funny story, you just don't know when you start laughing even though you haven't gotten to the funny part yet?

That was exactly what we were facing. Because even the storyteller, Olivia, had started taking short breaths to supress her laughter.

"All of a sudden, I tripped, and fell. Hard in my arse. And let me tell you, it was not a good feeling. The pain was like this ; when I fell, it didn't feel that painful. So I was like 'lemme get up and run again' but when I tried to move my leg, oh God. That was when I felt it. Hell fire had come to meet me"

I was still gasping, not being able to laugh out loud, but still finding the situating extremely funny.

"It was like, the pain started from a point in my brain. Then it shot down to my bottom and I felt like there was fire down there. I just had to scream"

With a hand on my stomach, I motioned for her to stop talking, but she didn't.

"Michael came to my rescue, and then there was the next problem. Getting up"

"Oh my gosh shut up!" I had to. If she kept on talking, I would die. Literally. Because I was out of breath.

"What? We haven't even gotten to the embarrassing part yet"

"You're killing me! And do by know what makes everything funnier?"

"What?" She asked

"Your accent. And the fact that you can keep a straight face while saying all this. Like how do you do it?"

"I don't know. Now let me finish my tale of wonder"

"Tale of wonder?" If there's an 'Smh' emoji, I was it. "Just go on"

"Okay. So finally he carried me to the main house and we told our parents, who took me to the hospital.
When we got there, they said they had to do an xray on me. I had no objections. Until I realized I had to take off my pants. But then again I thought, 'how much harm could it be? Maybe it's just some old woman that's there'.

But no no no! I was greatly disappointed. The doctor there, was a fucking hot mother fucker. And he was the one who saw my arse"

"Oh wow. That's embarrassing" I giggled, patting her shoulder.

"I know. After then, I never played catch in that yard again"

"Oh my gosh Olivia, I hope, for your sake, that you never get to see that doctor again"

"Yeah me too"

The rest of the afternoon and evening was spent talking some more, eating left over pizza, tidying up Olivia's room (I thought I was neat) and watching The little mermaid on Netflix. By the end of the day, I knew what I was getting this blondie for Christmas.

As a treat, she made me an iced peppermint mocha latte, which tasted so good. Perks of working at Starbucks.

"Today was so much fun Olivia, I'm super sad that I have to leave right now" I sighed, pulling on my coat and pouting at her.

"Yeah, I'm pretty bummed too. I wish there was some way we could get to see again"

We both stood there, in front of the door for some minutes. Then her blue eyes lighted up.

"Oh migosh, I just had a brainwave! Wanna hear?"

"Does it involve food?"

"Ugh you food slut! Yes it does"

"Then I'm all ears"

"Christmas is in five days. Do you have anything planned?"

"Except sleeping in and eating a shit ton? I think not"

"Perfect! Michael's parents always have a small Christmas eve party, and usually me and him are the only teenagers there. But if you could come, and bring a couple of your friends with you, that would very nice"

I pondered over the idea for a second. Jasmine isn't a teenager. But I'm sure she wouldn't mind this one thing. I'll even let her bring her boyfriend along. I could invite Nicholas too!

"Sounds great. I'm in. Don't be too surprised if I show up alone and empty handed though"

"I doubt that you'll be here alone. But I'll take your word for it"

She hugged me one more time, then I found my way out if the house.

"I'll tell Michaelangelo you said hi" she yelled after me.

I turned to face her. "And I'll tell him he didn't forget his phone. But that you hid it"

She gasped dramatically "you wouldn't dare!"

"Try me"

"Bitch"

Sending my legendary awful grin, I waved to her one last time, and I waddled my way home. Feeling happy and less penguin-ish.

A/N

Ello peepole!

Whenever I tell one of my friends that, she calls britty bitty, because she thinks 'ello' sounds British.

How are you all? Hope you're okay!

A quick summary of my life : I HATE SCHOOL

It's draining my soul. But I'll survive!

This chapter is nearly 3000 words and I'm shocked. Hope you like it though. The final one to this three part Christmas story is coming next, so stay tuned.