(This is a small Christmas one-shot that I wanted to do for fun :D ! I really hope you enjoy it! This is part of some extra one shots that will be attached to this-but not like a story line. More like the Christmases that seddie will pass together and stuff-different age and year and locations and stuff. Please read and review after the story! Please!)
iMake Ginger Bread Cookies.
December 23, 2011 (age: 17)
"Yay! I love ginger bread cookies!" Of course that was something Carly had to say, since she was cheerful about baking them with her two best friends in the whole world-who didn't seem too happy. The blonde stood there mixing whatever Carly had poured on the bowl she was carrying while leaning on the counter, her hands seemed as if it had control if it's own since she wasn't paying attention at the brown dough while her ex boyfriend was thining the dough down.
It wasn't really working, he wasn't as paciance. It was either that he couldn't get them to lower the volume, or he just really didn't feel like baking cookies at the moment that he wasn't really trying. It wasn't that they weren't having fun or didn't want to spent time with Carly, but honestly, they just wanted to sit down and watch some Girly Cow... maybe Celebrties underwater. Whichever one won the control-who most likly be a blue eyed blonde with tightly gripped fist aimed toward a certin nub.
"Yay!" Her two besties smiled, squeeshed eyes and un-noticable sarcastic smiles upon their pickish faces withoug stopping their activity. The sappy brunette just giggled and looked down pryly at how she was decorating the white swirled frosting on the batch of cookies already baked. "Can you believe Christmas's almost here! I mean, only a couple of hours and than Santa will be able to eat his home-made batch of cookies we made together with love and glee while leaving us presants under the Christmas tree!" She sighed and shook her head briefly while adding marshmellow buttons on the cookie's tummy.
"Yeah," The blonde nodded placing the mixed dough on the table's surface and pulled a chair taking a seat as she gazed up at Shay who straighten herself, "Sam, are you done?" She couldn't help but raise her eyebrow at the question. Didn't she just see her place the bowl down-and if she looked inside, she could see it suqashed and however it's supposed to be.
"Yes, Carly, I am finished."
"Oh, goodie!" Of course Carly would beam at the tone Sam spoke with such dull emotion and a deadpan expresion. "Then help Freddie with spreading the dough and then using the little human figure to cut it."
Sam just made a face, which Carly rolled her eyes to-still smiling-and chuckled, "C'mon, and then Santa will get more cookies!"
"We already have like a dozen finished." Sam pointed out and she narrowed her eyes and Carly sighed, knowing it was true and lightly rattled her head as she bit her lower lip, "So?" was all she could manage to say.
Freddie stopped pressureing the dough and looked up at Shay who 'Psh'ed at them and looked down putting more decoration on the cookies, "Why would you want to make more than twelve?" Freddie asked, trying to connect eyes with Carly who kep denying them and placing her curved smiles on, nervously looking at both.
"Carly?" Sam started, still giving her the glare, and Freddie tagging along with the expression and followed, "Why are you making us do extra cookies?" He asked and after many seconds-that seemed like minutes-she shrugged and sighed as she looked at them, "Fine!," she shrugged, "You know Christopher from the fifth floor?" She asked as both nodded, "I really like him, and I was going to take him some cookies as an excuse and put a mistletoe on top of his door to make him kiss me and make him realise he wants a girl like me." She took a deep breath, and blinked rapidly when letting it out.
Sam and Freddie looked at one another, then at her again, and couldn't help but laugh at how she was so funny with the whole planning. "Wait, wait, wait," Sam chuckled and leaned foward on the table, "so you made me and Freddie work extra, as little elfs, to make cookies for a guy you're trying to impress?" Sam inqured and Carly sucked her lips and nodded.
"I'm sorry guys, it's just-!"
"It's cool," Freddie chuckled and sighed, "It seems like you're done with those," he smiled, "why don't you go give them to him while me and Sam finish the actual Santa cookies?" Shay only blushed and nodded with a muttled 'thanks' as she went to the counter taking a red plate and placing each cookie nicely on top of the other.
And with that, Sam sending a winked face and Freddie with a smirk, Carly walked out of her apartment after hiding tape and a miscletoe in her sweater's pocket and headed to the eleavaor-forgetting the fact that she had left the Freddie Benson and the Sam Puckett alone toghether in her apartment. But of course she was too worried about how she was going to tape the traditional kissing trap for Christopher.
"You know," Sam started as she stood up and pushed Benson aside with her hip, "I think it's thin enough, let's start cutting. We should make little hatchets and ham shapes!" She suggested looking at Freddie with such elate and sparkled eyes, her wide grin almost convincing him. "Sam, these are Christmas cookies; Santa's going to eat them, not you."
"Oh boo-hoo," She sighed, "we all know it's going to be Spencer wearing a red suit with a pillow on his stomach, and at night I am going to eat them when no one's around." Freddie just raised an eyebrow at her, knowing she had a huge point. Besides, they've made ginger bread shapes already, it'll be fun to expiriment with some shapes without using the little shape-cutters.
He sighed but smirked at her, "Okay, you win." She almost squealed as she almost jumped while turning to the dough and then twirling and heading for the drawers and getting two small knifes handing one to the nub when reaching him again, "Let's make shapes!"
"Okay," he chuckled as they started to cut, little chicken-leg shapes and ham and baseball bats and whatever Sam liked, which made him happy. It made him smile, he didn't know why, but just seeing her snicker at his poor intensions of the foods she likes, it only made him want to tag along with her mocks and inquirements of what he was trying to do.
He looked at her own creations, and when seeing a swirled shape she made he pointed at it, intension of attacking back, "What's that?" She chuckled and slowly pulled it to him, "It's gravey, duh Fredafer," she smiled and laughed more.
"Oh." How could he miss that, it's Sam Puckett after all, she knows what she makes. Gravey. He only smiled at that and continued on his un-successful creations, which he honestly loved that the blonde would ridicule toward. Putting them on the oven, they crossed to the other dough Sam had mixed, and did as before while the cookies baked.
To their suprise, they were actully having a lovely time. It was fun, with some laughs, the small conversation that was carried on the way, and the fact that they were doing it together just made everything seemed so... perfect. Seeing Sam's cheekbones pop at the jokes she'll make and her sparkle blues shivering to the brightness with glossed cherry chopstcik on her perfectly puffed lips, only caused the blonde to stop what she was doing to stare back at Freddie and asked why he was being weird by staring at her.
"I, uh," the oven beeped and he sighed, "the cookies are done!" He excalmied, swinging by her to the stove as she slowly twirled to him, wearing her smirk and a raised eyebrow when he placed some mittens on and pulled the heated pan on to the table, only to immidetly distract Sam and stare with such proud-ness at the cookies they had done.
With the tips of her fingers, she placed all of them on napkins as Freddie placed the unbaked dough ones on the pan and stuffed it back on the pre-heated oven. The frosting, of course came next. With a butter knife they spread it on the cookie-red on the ham(s)-if you could call Freddie's cookies a ham-white on the bat(s), and so forth with whatever frosting color Carly had bought.
And just as he reached for a retengular peice, a thin stick figure going from center to the bottom and a trapazoid shape on the side, he looked at the blonde knowing he hadn't done that cookie. She only looked away and contiued to cover a chicken-leg-shape and licking the tip of her fingers, "What's up, Benson?"
"What is this suppoed to be?" He asked, almost in a chuckle making her cheeks bring a light shade of pink to be revealed, "I don't know." He observed it a little more, and after a minute-his light bulb staticly blincking on top of his head-he smirked at Sam with a raised eyebrow as he reached for her wrist and slid his palm to her forehand, "Sam, did you make a little video camera for me?"
She snapped her head at him, eyes wide with a small pouted lip, and then looked at the cookie, "I don't know." She tried and then looked back down, "Oh my goodness, Sam!" He exclaimed and she just smiled taking a step back, "I love it," he swore and looked at her, his hands tingling to his side, just aching and urging to grasp her and with full force pull her to him and attach his lips with hers that he hadn't tasted in such a long, long, long while. And seeing that she made him a cookie, made his stomach flip, like when seeing her for the first time after and hour-yeah, that bizzar he was; but he honestly didn't care.
She rubbed her arm, "Yeah?" He nodded and she leaned her hip on the chair, "Well, I'm glad." He just smiled, and she went back to the cookie covering, until he place his sprawled palm on her shoulder, "Look," she started after shrugged, "I saw you making a lot shapes for me, and I decided to make one for you." She said with her index finger sticking out, to make it clear that only because it's a few hours away from being Christmas she was going to be soft.
"I know," he smiled and she looked up at him, "but," she gulped and gently placed the butter knife down while he put the cookie down and stroke strands of blonde waves of hair behind her ear. Cupping her cheeks, he fluttered his eyes and leaned down, placing a sweet kiss on her cherry chopstick lips. Nipping at her lips, her hands stayed on his arms, until his hands traveled down to her curves and down her hips.
It wasn't long when he pulled her up, making her jump on him, her legs tangled behind his back as she laced her arms behind his nape while devouring his mouth. The sweet tase of frosting with a mix of cherry and a scent of strawberries. He smirked on the kiss while leaning on the counter, only for her to gasp loudly when pulling apartm from him and leaning her forehead against his. "Why you stop?" He asked, pushing his lips toward her, but she pulled back and wiggled out of his arms, making him loose his position for her to land on her feet. "Sam?"
She pulled her hair back and looked at him, "We broke up only three months ago, and-and-"
"And we're kissing again?" He asked and she shot a 'yes' automatcily, and sighed, "You said I needed to be more normal, but I'm not." She said and looked at him, then down at the floor and licked her lips and shook her head as she walked past him, shrugging his grip away from hers as she ran out of the apartment for the elevator.
She stopped and stared at the metal doors after she quickly pressed the 'down' button. And she stood there, for a couple of seconds as she ran her fingers across her lips and smiled to herself. Almost chuckled, only briefly and sighed looking down at the palm of her hand where Freddie had once warmed often.
The doors open and Carly showed her toothy smile soon replaced with a confused expression to see Sam, then back to her elate, "He kissed me!" She squealed as she reached for Sam's hands and started to jump and down, but stopped when noticing that Sam only smiled instead of asking details and was at the elevator instead of her apartment making the rest of the cookies. "What's wrong?" She asked, and Sam shook her head, "Nothing."
"Are you sure?"
The blonde nodded, "I'm just going to take a walk, pass by my house."
"But your mom's in Vegas, and Mel in her school."
"Yeah, but-" She stopped when Carly face-palmed herself and sighed, "I forgot my phone in Chrisopher's apartment; don't leave, I'll be right back!" Carly said and rushed back into the elevaor quickly pressing the buttons and leaving Sam there.
She turned to lean on the wall, but instead jumped from fright when she saw Freddie almost takle her against the wall and take grip of her waist to forcefully press his lips agaist her, and after she responded pulled back, "You see how magical that is, and cliche?" He panted and she just watched, "all these months wishing I could do that, but never being able, only now realizing how supid we were for wanting to change the other when we're perfect just the way we are! Because that's what makes seddie!" He said, still panting and removing her hair from her face and gently rubbing her cheekbone with his thumb after she laughed, "we love eachother, and it's supposed to be like that, it's supposed to be just how we want it to be, with no Shay or mother of mine to mess it up," He swallowed and she blinked at him, "I don't want to let you slip off my hands again."
To be honest to herself and have no mask on, she knew she still loved him and wanted more than the world to have her starving lips against him, to feel his wonderful soft texture on her. And with that, her hands cupped his cheeks and tip-toed up to meet his lips, "I love you, too-seddie boy." He chukled briefly and hugged her, her head leaning against him, "As long as it involves you in it."
They pulled apart and her hands weld together with fluttered eyelashes to crash the best impact of her mouth to his; they knew they belonged together, she knew they wanted to be together, he knew that they needed one another. And with that, the elivator door dinged to make a sappy brunette stop on heels and roll her eyes with a smile as she walked past them and into her apartment, only to cause her throat burn as she squeeked, "The oven! It's on fire!"
Spencer rushed out with wide eyes from his room as he stumbed rolling and quickly standing up, "I wasn't anywhere near, I swear!"
And with chuckles and lips still against each other, both Puckett and Benson snuck into the elevator as the door closed and disappeared into their own world-once again.
So this was my first Christmas one shot! I really hope you liked it! you know, even though i don't know you by person, the best presant you could give me is by reviewing this oneshot! i honestly want to know what you think! and please, stay tune for the next one shot! :3 merry-almost-christmas! :D and thanks you all! (sorry for any mistakes, mispells, don't have spell check and im not really good at cheking with only view!) D: