Twelve Days of Christmas-
Chapter One: The First Day of Christmas
It was only a few days before Christmas, as the city of Seattle settled into the throws of another winter. Winter in Seattle was by most accounts, wonderful. The snow would fall, but no ice would form on the roads, producing a winter wonderland. It was not to be said that Seattle received very much snow, but that year, it was cool enough to stick around. With a front moving in, there would be plenty of snow for everyone to enjoy. If, that was, the weather report could be trusted. In that case, it was right. That year, there was snow, tons of it.
The clouds above Seattle were grey, and the fluffy, white snow was coming down in droves. In fact, there was also a decent amount of snow on the ground already. Not enough to do anything, yet more than a fine dusting. That was what Carly Shay awoke to that day. Coming down from her room, she walked down the stairs. She went into the kitchen, and fixed herself a bowl of cereal. Padding across the floor in her slippers, she walked over to the window. What she saw made her smile. The snow fell, flake by flake, each one a little different than the last. It was as if they each had their own little personality, expressed through their forms. They began to congregate on her windowsill, and around the edges, forming a sturdy frame. One that surrounded the cityscape of her town, in it's winter finery. The city looked as though it were wearing white lace, dressing fancy for the upcoming holidays. Getting close to the window, she admired the snowflakes clinging to the glass, and how they could retain their shape, instead of melting on contact as they so often did. They were so pretty, and so like individuals, that she began to try to name them all. The only problem was, that the snowflakes kept coming down, covering the ones before. She gave up after losing track of Bob for the third time.
Shrugging, she mouthed another spoonful of cereal. She then walked over to the couch. "Poor Bob."
Sitting down on the couch, she turned on the television set, which was showing a marathon of Girly Cow, to be concluded with 'Girly Cow Saves Christmas'. It was, of course, Carly's favourite Christmas special. She ate her cereal, occasionally pausing to laugh at cow-induced antics. She sat on the couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, still in their slippers. She heard a knock on the door. Knowing who it was, she didn't bother to answer, or get the door. The door opened anyway, revealing an excited, brown-haired boy. A boy wearing 'Galaxy Wars' sleepwear.
"Hey, Carly! Did you look outside, at all the snow?"
Swallowing a spoonful of cereal, she turned to smile at him. "Morning, Freddie. I saw."
"Isn't it great?" He closed the door behind him. "There's a whole bunch of snow."
"I know, I just hope it stays around 'til Christmas." She took a last bite of cereal, getting up to put it away in the sink.
Freddie accompanied her to the kitchen. She put it in the sink, rinsing it off. She turned to him, asking if he wanted a Peppy Cola. Getting a shake of the head in response, she went to the refrigerator, taking a bottle out for herself. She popped it open, taking a sip. At the urging of her long-time friend, they went to watch the snow out through the window. They went up to the panes of glass, looking out at the white fluff coming down from the sky. Carly looked over at him, smiling, as he watched with a light of wonder in his eyes. He stood there, in his spaceship pyjamas, gazing out at the snow. She sighed silently, he could be such a child, sometimes. It was something that would never change. It was something that she loved about him. She gave him a smile that she only saved for him, and only when he wasn't looking.
"Isn't it awesome?"
"Yeah, it is," she replied, still smiling.
He turned towards her, and she hid her special smile. "Hey, do you think it's going to pile up by the end of the day?"
She shrugged. "Looks like it will."
Finally pulling himself away from the window, he smiled at her. "You know what that means."
"What does that mean, Freddie?"
"We'll have to frolic in the snow, after school."
She laughed at him. "'Frolic'?"
"Yeah, why not?"
"Sure," She threw her hands up. "why not?"
Freddie looked over at the clock, seeing the time. "I guess I better go. My mom's going to have breakfast ready, soon."
Carly accompanied him over to the door. He opened it, waving at her. "See you in a bit."
"See you." She waved back, watching the door close in front of her.
Stretching her arms above her head, hands clasped, she let out a yawn. She wasn't really a morning person, but the snowfall was worth getting up for. She decided that since she had already finished breakfast, that she might as well go change. Finishing up the Peppy Cola, she tossed it in the recycling and headed upstairs, hopping up the steps. Her room was large, and spacious, with a closet that any girl would love. It was that very closet to which she headed straight away, after entering the room. Going through the list of clothing choices she had, she scrolled to find what would be appropriate that day, considering the weather. She decided to wear some black, skinny jeans, and possibly a black pullover. She found a pair of boots to match, they were black, and went to about mid-calf. Hopefully, they would keep her feet warm, with all the snow on the ground. Then, she chose a not oft used winter coat; it was rarely cold enough. It was a classic cut, red, with large black buttons down the front. She had received it as a gift from her father, when he had been ashore in England. It would be nice and warm, wrapped around her that day.
She realised that there was something missing, as she scrolled through her catalogue. Finding it, she yelped with glee, reaching into her automated closet. Grasping it, she tried it on in front of the view screen, which, hooked up to a camera, served as her mirror. The red beret would go perfectly with her coat. The cap had a small ball at the centre of it, a black band that went around the head, a small black bow on the band, and a classic look that matched her outfit. She laid out the clothes on her bed, inspecting the ensemble. Giving it a nod of acceptance, she thus began to change.
She was brushing her hair in front of her large view screen, beret and coat still on her bed, when she heard a knock on her door. With a shout of 'come in', a familiar mop of brown hair poked through the doorway.
"You decent?" Freddie asked, opening the door so he could come through. He was wearing what she could see as blue jeans and a black peacoat.
"Unfortunately for you, yes." She continued to brush her long brunette hair.
He laughed. "Aww, shucks."
"You'd best try harder next time." Not that she was encouraging him. It was just, if he ever were to see her undressed it would be more on her terms. Not that she had ever thought about it, of course.
"Huh, you're still not ready for school?"
"Beauty takes time."
"You don't need time, if you're already beautiful."
She looked at him via the view screen. He was smiling his smile, hands in his coat pockets. She blushed a little. Ever since they tried going out, but decided to stay friends, she had been more attuned to his remarks. She had always heard them before, it was just that they wouldn't have an impact on her, as he was just another boy. Though, as she started looking at him as more of a possibility, she actually began to hear what he would say to her. She liked what she heard. Whether or not he was serious about what he said, ever since they decided to stay friends, she knew not. Only he knew what was going on in that head of his, but she intended to eventually find out. Until then, she would keep up her charade.
"Freddie," she said to the boy in the mirror.
He chuckled. "Sorry."
"Anyway," She put the brush down on her vanity. "I'm ready, shall we?"
He watched her get up from her seat, moving over to her bed. He made his way over to her as he saw her picking up her coat and beret. Taking the red coat from her, he held it open for her. She thanked him with a smile, he nodded in return. Buttoning herself up, she then put on her cap. She posed for him, the right hand on her hip, the left behind her head. Jutting out her right hip, she did her best impression of a model.
"How do I look?"
"Amazing."
"Really?" She stood straight.
"Yeah," He held his chin in consideration. "except..."
"What?"
He lightly grasped the beret, tilting it slightly. "There, perfect."
"Then, let's go." She went over and grabbed her school bag. Shouldering it, she lead the way out the door. Freddie following behind.
They walked down the stairs to the living room, where Carly's brother Spencer greeted them.
"Morning, kiddos!"
"Morning, Spencer," they called in unison.
"It's snowing outside."
"Yeah, we know," Carly replied.
"I have an idea for a sculpture."
"What is it?" Freddie went over to the couch, where he left his sling bag, putting it on.
"It's going to be a snowman."
"What's so special about that?" Carly pulled out a pair of black mittens from the pockets of her coat, putting them on.
"Because," Spencer said, spreading his hands out wide, "he's going to be melting."
"Melting?" Freddie didn't understand.
"Don't snowmen melt?" asked Carly.
"I know! But, it's going to be an ice sculpture, of a snowman melting!"
Carly and Freddie took a moment to stare at one another, before turning back to the older of the Shays.
"Isn't there something a little sadistic about that?" Carly raised an eyebrow. Freddie nodded in agreement.
"You guys just don't understand my artistic vision." Spencer scowled.
"Um, sure. Carly, we'd better get to school," Freddie said, nodding.
"Yeah, maybe we should." They started to back up a few steps, before turning around, and headed towards the door. "'Bye, Spencer."
"See you." Freddie held the door for Carly. She walked out into the hallway.
"'Bye, guys." Spencer waved as the door shut behind them.
Carly and Freddie took the main lift down to the lobby of Bushwell plaza. Their shoes sounded on the hard floor as they were yelled at by Lewbert, the doorman. He yelled at them for getting his floor dirty, and bemoaned the fact that he was forced to clean it up. They tried exiting without much more screaming, but alas, as Carly had the front door held open for her by Freddie, they heard Lewbert crying aloud about the cold. After the fourth 'close that door!', the two teens went down the steps in the front of the apartment building. They boarded the bus, headed towards Ridgeway school.
On the bus ride, Carly was given the window seat by Freddie, as he was ever the gentleman. She was glad, as then she could look at the snow coming down, and sit by Freddie, as well. She sat down in the seat. Looking up at Freddie, she patted the seat next to her. He sat down next to her, and she snuggled up to him, slightly. He blushed a little. He figured that she was merely trying to keep warm. The bus rolled down the way, windshield wipers pushing the snow off of the glass. Traffic had slowed some, but the snow wasn't putting too much of a damper on the flow. The people of Seattle were just unused to having snow on the roads, but they were lucky in the fact that the snow was still light that morning. Later that day, the snow would be much deeper. Hopefully, the snowploughs would be out in full force, then.
Carly watched the snow decorating the city. The flakes coming down, dusting the pavement. People were walking about, some with only light jackets. Those with the jackets were the ones that severely underestimated the weather, or just didn't watch the news. She watched the cars along the road, treading carefully over the new-fallen snow. They were probably overreacting to the powdery fluff attacking their windshields. The bus would hit bumps of hard-packed snow every once in a while, causing all on the way to school to bounce. She turned to Freddie.
"The road's bumpier than usual, huh?"
"That's an understatement," he replied, being jolted once again.
At least, the bus had become warmer since they first came on. The other students weren't complaining as much. The bumpy ride lasted for only a few more blocks, and a few stops, before the bus pulled up in front of Ridgeway school. There, the students piled out, moving in a large stream to their lockers. Freddie and Carly entered through the doors together, making their way to their respective lockers, as well. They both heard a familiar stride coming their way, and as they turned around, a familiar sound.
"Hey Carly, hey Fredderweenie, what's up?" she asked between mouthfuls of a ham sandwich.
"Can't you ever call me by my real name, Sam?" Freddie knelt down at his locker, on the bottom of the two rows of lockers.
"Nothing, much," said Carly, taking the necessary books out if her locker, on the top row, "seems you got here okay, despite the snow."
"Did you see that chiz out there? It'll be really high after school's over. " She chewed and swallowed, picking a blonde lock out of her mouth. "Can't wait to go jump in the stuff, later."
Freddie stood up, closing his locker. "Figured you'd use the snow as an excuse to stay home."
"Yeah, well, nothing can stop a Puckett from her appointed rounds." She took another bite.
"'Appointed rounds'?" Carly closed her bag, newly filled with books.
"Yup, had to come and see you," She poked Carly in the stomach with her free hand, causing her friend to giggle. Then, she gestured to the other brunette. "Guess you could say that I came to see you, too, nub."
"Yeah, right, you give more love to that sandwich, than me."
"Now, now, Freddork, no need to be jealous." She gently patted his cheek, then looked lovingly at the remnants of her sandwich. "It's got something you don't have... some meat to it."
She took a last bite, finishing said sandwich off. Freddie was feeling his bicep. Just as Sam swallowed the last of the sandwich, the warning bell rang for first period. Freddie waved to the two, hurrying off to his class, as to not be late. They could hear him muttering something along the lines of 'I do, too, have muscles'. The girls looked at one another and giggled. He was such a dork, sometimes. Carly watched him walk away and smiled. She turned to Sam.
"Hey, Sam, I want to talk to you about something, at lunch."
"Sure, Carls, whatever you want." She waved to Carly, walking off towards class.
Carly waved back, watching the blonde bob bounce away. Sighing, she made her way to class, walking up the stairs.
The classes weren't too bad, though Carly was getting a little nervous about lunchtime. There was something very important that she wanted to speak to Sam about, and was getting less able to concentrate on her studies the closer it became to lunch period. When lunch finally came, Carly rushed to meet Sam. She got out of the lunch line, a slice of pizza, an apple, and a carton of milk on her tray. Looking around the cafeteria, she spotted Sam in the centre, at a square table. She was, at the moment, sitting alone. Sam waved her over. Carly sat down next to Sam eating a large piece of pizza. On closer inspection, it was two pieces stacked atop one another.
"You're going to choke on that," Carly said, taking a bite out of her own pizza.
"No, I won't," Sam responded, though it came out as 'Noh a wo'.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, I can see everything." Carly shook her head, disapprovingly.
Sam swallowed, hard. "I said, 'No, I won't'."
"I know what you said. You don't think I've known you this long, without learning to understand you with a mouth full of food, do you?"
"Guess not, Carls." She took a sip of her Wahoo Punch. "So, what did you want to talk about?"
"Well," Carly started, "is Freddie here yet?"
Just then, she heard a voice calling her from behind.
"Hey, Carly."
"Speak of the dork," Sam said, sipping her punch again.
She turned to see Freddie coming towards them, tray in hand. He smiled at her. She smiled back.
"Hey, Freddie."
He turned towards the blonde, smile still on his face. "Hey, demon."
She nodded back at him. "Dorkwad."
"Um, Freddie?" Carly looked at him apologetically. "I was wondering if you could sit somewhere else today, I need to talk to Sam about something."
Sam waved him off, taking a bite of her double pizza. "Buzz off, Freddifur, girl talk."
He pointed down at Sam's tray, curious. "Is that one pizza on top of another?"
"It saves time," she explained. "Now get out of here. Carls and I have some—"
"Girl talk, right." He nodded. "Actually, I was just coming over to tell you two that I'm eating with Gibby today."
"Oh, okay." Carly was relieved.
"Then, shoo fly," Sam waved him off again, that time with her pizza slices. "don't bother me."
Chuckling, Freddie waved them farewell, going over to sit with their friend, Gibby. Sam turned back to Carly, asking her what she wanted so badly to speak of. She watched as Carly gazed over her shoulder at the retreating form of their technical producer. When she was sure that he was out of earshot, she turned towards Sam. There was a look of seriousness on her face.
"Well?" asked Sam, continuing to eat the pizza.
Carly leant in, as did Sam. "Promise that you won't say anything?"
Sam squinted her eyes, looking left and right. She let out a whisper, "Holy crab, what did you do?"
"Nothing!" Carly gave a sigh. "Nothing. I just..."
"What?"
"I think that I'm in love..."
"With who? Adam?"
"Freddie."
Sam choked on her Wahoo Punch. "Freddie? You're joking, right?"
The look of seriousness was still present on her face.
Sam cleared her throat. "You're serious."
Carly nodded.
"Since when?"
"For a while, now. I've just been thinking about Freddie and me, and after the whole hero thing ended, I still think that I feel the same way."
"Oh," the blonde responded, taking a bite of pizza, in order to prevent any harsh word from coming out of her mouth. She slowly swallowed, seeing the eagerness for acceptance in Carly's eyes. "That's cool."
"Really?"
"Yeah, if you like the nub, then, go ahead." She took a sip of her drink, to take the slight taste of bile out of her mouth. Why she was so upset, she had no idea. Well, some, maybe.
"That's great! I think I'll wait 'til Christmas to tell him."
"That's in twelve days," Sam said.
"Yeah, I know. Thanks for being there, for me." Carly got up and hugged Sam, who was still sitting. "I'll see you later, okay? We'll go back to my place after school."
Sam watched as Carly picked up her tray, and left, waving. She waved back. As Carly walked away, she thought of Freddie, and she began to feel nauseated once more.
The rest of the school day went by quickly. Most of the students riled up due to the unusually heavy snowfall. Sam was having trouble concentrating on her studies, similar to Carly that day. Although, it was for a slightly different reason. Possibly, the same reason. Not that she ever truly concentrated on school, in the first place. She tapped her desk with her pencil, impatiently. She watched the second hand on the classroom clock. Similar to every teen show she had ever watched. The second hand ticked away, as the teacher blabbed away. Moment by moment, more excruciating than the last. The moment that the second hand struck twelve, she bolted upright.
"Sam Puckett, sit down, this instant!" Ms. Briggs, Sam's teacher, yelled. The bell rang then, signalling the end of the school day. The teacher threw up her hands, yelling, "Fine, go!"
The students followed Sam's lead, getting up and grabbing their bags. Sam walked out of the classroom, backpack over one shoulder. Making her way down the stairs, she saw both Carly and Freddie at their lockers. They both waved at her, and she waved back. She walked over to them, hands on the strap of her bag.
"Yo, what's up?"
"Nothing, much." Carly shut her locker.
"Ready for some snow?" Freddie asked, putting on his sling bag.
"Of course, dork. I was born ready." She gave them her best smile. Hopefully, it would be enough.
"Well, then, we'd better get on the bus, before it leaves without us." Carly shouldered her bag. "Come on."
They followed her out the doors of Ridgeway, getting into the school bus together. Freddie once again offered Carly a seat. He offered Sam the seat next to her, as they were best friends. She yielded him the seat, knowing that Carly wanted to sit next to him. Squeezing herself next to him on the seat made for two, she crushed Freddie between Carly and her.
"Hey, Sam, could I have some elbow room?"
"Why, so you can try to put your arm around Carly?" She smiled.
"No," He was more worried about having to be pressed up against her. Both of them, really. It made him uncomfortable, sandwiched between his two best friends. Though, in a strange, nice way. It confused him. He didn't know what to do about it. It was an awkward feeling, but being in contact with Carly on one side, and Sam on the other, made him blush.
"Hey, you okay, Freddie?" Carly looked at him with a worried look on her face.
"Huh?" He shook his head to clear it. "Must be the heater on the bus."
"You do look a little red." Sam put her hand against his forehead.
Freddie felt his cheeks become warmer. His face became more flushed. Worried, the girls set to alleviate his stress. Carly tried fanning him, while Sam loosened the collar of his coat. Frantic, Freddie tossed his hands in the air.
"Stop it, both of you, I'm fine!"
"Sorry." Carly dropped her hands to her sides.
"Okay, okay, no need to spaz out, Fredwierd." Sam crossed her arms.
He felt bad about yelling at them. He also noticed that the others in the bus were staring at them. Embarrassed, he whispered, "Sorry."
"Don't worry about it, we're still friends." Carly touched his arm.
"Yeah, forget about it." Sam lightly punched his other arm.
The bus drove down the freshly ploughed street, stopping at the block of Bushwell Plaza. The three got out, and walked to the apartment building. When they reached the parking lot, they found the entire lot covered in a thick blanket of snow. They walked in through the front doors, calf deep in the snow, with Lewbert screaming for them to close the doors.
"Hey, Lewbert, why isn't the parking lot cleared?" Carly took her mittens off.
"I don't got time to be calling no ploughs!" Lewbert held a mirror in one hand, preening his wart with the other. "I'm busy!"
Sam took off her plaid muffler. "We can see that."
The three took the lift up to the eighth floor, where they took the hallway to Carly's apartment. Going in, they took off their coats, hanging them on the coat rack. Carly took off her beret, hanging it on the rack, as did Sam, with her scarf. They all sat down on the couch, Freddie in between the two girls, once again. Carly asked if anyone wanted anything to drink, and the other two nodded. Carly got up to get some hot cocoa, with Freddie following her to the kitchen to help.
Sam watched the two, smiling, laughing. She felt strange, and uncomfortable about it. Just then, Spencer came into the living room, dressed in his winter gear. He put a hat on, and large gloves. He nodded to the teens.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Nothing, much." Sam looked over the back of the couch. "What are you up to?"
"Just getting ready to make my ice sculpture"
"Ice sculpture?" Sam raised an eyebrow.
"Spencer's making a snowman." Carly came out of the kitchen with Freddie.
"Not a snowman," Spencer looked at them incredulously. "an ice sculpture."
Carly rolled her eyes, handing a cup to Sam. "Of a snowman."
Spencer held out his hands. "A snowman, melting!"
Sam looked back and forth between Carly and Spencer, confused. "Don't snowmen melt?"
"A snowman, in the process of melting." Carly explained, sitting down next to the blonde.
"We didn't get it at first, either." Freddie sat on an empty chair, on the kitchen side of the couch, distanced from the girls.
Sam turned towards Spencer. "Isn't that a little sadistic?"
"Artistic vision!" He cried out in response.
"Calm down, Spencer." The little Shay held up her mug. "Cocoa?"
"No time," He got into a running pose. "art awaits! I'm gonna make the best snowman, I mean, ice sculpture, ever!"
The teens watched as he ran out the door, as excited as a little child with the first snowfall. Which, he basically was. The trio finished their mugs of hot chocolate, sitting around and lounging. Freddie was the first to get up.
"Hey, want to go down there, and play in the snow?"
"Sure." Carly got up from the couch, going to grab her coat.
Freddie put on his coat as well. "Are you coming, Sam?"
The blonde lay down on the couch, and stretched out. "Nah, you two kids go on ahead."
"But, weren't you the one that wanted to jump in the snow?" Freddie buttoned up his pea coat.
"Yeah, Sam, come on." Carly finished buttoning up, herself.
"Mama's tired. I'm just going to take a nap on the couch, here. All nice and cosy."
"Suit yourself," Freddie said, opening the door for Carly. "Come on, Carly, there's a patch of snow with my name on it."
"Gross, Freddork," Sam called from the couch. "Don't pee on the snow!"
"I'm not—gah!" Freddie threw up his hands.
Carly giggled at their antics, placing her beret on top of her head. "All right, have fun, Sam."
"Will do." Sam waved from her spot, lying on the couch, head on a cushion.
She faced away from the door, so that she wouldn't see them leaving to have fun, without her. She thought that Carly would want some alone time with the dork, so she let them have it. She heard the door close behind her, and she snuggled up tightly into a ball, trying to get some rest in the warm flat.
Carly and Freddie, meanwhile, had made their way outside, where they saw Spencer building his sculpture of a snowman melting. They walked over to him, their feet falling through the layers of soft snow.
"Hey, Spencer, isn't an ice sculpture supposed to be made of ice, not snow?" Freddie rubbed his hands together.
"It's an ice sculpture made of snow," Spencer said, simply. He continued to mould the monstrous sculpture.
"Doesn't that just make it a snowman?" Carly's breath came out in tussocks of white.
"No," he shook his head, his lips pursed. "silly kids. Go, play in the snow, now."
"Whatever." Carly shrugged, looking at Freddie. They walked away, going off to explore their new winter wonderland.
"Hey, that's not a bad idea, you know." Freddie breathed into his cupped hands.
"What is?" The snow was coming down, gently coating Carly's hat.
"A snowman. We could build a snowman."
Carly smiled. "That's not a bad idea, Freddie."
"So, where are we going to build it?"
They went in search for a spot, which was not as difficult as one would think, it being a small area, and there being lots of snow. They eventually found a space, Carly pointing it out; a mound of snow with which to start. They started to pile it together, building a base, when they had enough, they pushed on the orb to roll it around the lot. Carly and Freddie were having fun with the snow, as they pushed, and pushed. Freddie, having taken control of the ball, began to chase Carly around with it. Carly spent the entire time giggling. When they got it big enough, they started piling more snow on top, forming the torso. As they were building the round head on top, Carly realised that Freddie's hands were red.
"Freddie, you don't have any gloves?" She packed more snow on top.
"Well, I forgot them, today." He scratched the back of his head.
Carly quickly grasped his hands in hers. "I'm so sorry, I didn't notice, before."
"It's okay." He shrugged.
"No, it's not." She took off her mittens, and held his hands. They were freezing. She rubbed them, trying to get them to warm up. "They're so cold."
"It's okay, I'll be fine." When he saw Carly breathing on his hands to warm them, her cheeks red, he stifled a laugh.
She looked at him, curious. "What's wrong?"
He couldn't help but smile at her. "Nothing, nothing's wrong, at all."
He could feel the warmth seeping into his hands. Her fingers, wrapped around his. The look in her eyes warmed his soul.
She loved the feeling of her hands around his. As she felt the warmth traversing between them, she knew that there was being established, a connection, one that might have gone past mere friendship. One that she desperately desired. She refused to let go.
While the two smiled at each other, eight floors above them, a mass of blonde hair watched them. Sam stood in the corridor, by one of the hallway windows, watching the fun being had down below. She had her arms crossed, and shifted her weight from foot to foot. She watched as Carly took the dork's hands in hers. She began to have an uneasy feeling in her stomach. Sighing, Sam turned her back to the winter scene outside. There was an unfortunate fact that she would have to swallow. Taking a deep breath, she let out a long sigh. It wasn't that she was angry at them, they were her best friends. She just didn't like the idea of them together. Turning back to the glass, she stared at her reflection, the sun setting in the background.
"I guess... I'm jealous."
Down below, Carly and Freddie were putting the finishing touches on the snowman, carving a smile and eyes into the snowball on top. Freddie picked up two branches, sticking them into the sides, creating arms. Carly and Freddie stood back from their creation, proud of their work. They were happy that they got it finished before the twilight came. Deciding that they should go in, and get some more hot cocoa, they checked in on Spencer. He hadn't finished, and was going to call it a night. They started through the front doors, with Lewbert the doorman, yelling. Carly had a thought. Thinking that something was missing, Carly took off Freddie's muffler, running back to the snowman, wrapping it around the snowman's neck. She ran back to the other two, smiling.
"Now, Freddie, our snowman looks just like you."
By the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me,
a snowman shaped like Freddie.