Note: In which Karla and Vaida make appearances. Also Matthew. Karel's front yard does not survive. Nor do his crumpets. This may be noted as the closest to a Christmas Special this little series will get, since it is meant to be set on Christmas Day.
A sharp knocking at the door distracted Karel from his culinary adventures. As he cracked the door open ever-so-slightly, a green blur bundled into the room out of the deepening snow.
"Wow! This is where you live? It's really nice!" exclaimed Guy excitedly.
"How did you get here?" Karel asked, peeking out the door at the car in the driveway that certainly wasn't his and definitely wasn't Karla's or Vaida's.
"Matthew drove me!" he said, a wide grin plastered on his face.
Karel shot him a decidedly dirty look before speaking again. "So you told him and it never crossed your mind that this just might be a very stupid idea?"
"Oh, he won't tell anyone! And he doesn't know it's you. He just thinks it's a rich friend of the family that I'm staying with while my mom's out of town." Guy said proudly.
For a moment, Karel mentally congratulated Guy. He was a terrible liar and to come up with something that elaborate must have taken him a good amount of work. But he then realized that Guy was a terribly liar. If he knew Matthew (and he did. The teen had been a hellion in class.), he didn't believe the grinning idiot in front of him for a second. Also, being too intelligent for his own good, Matthew probably knew the exact location of the house of every member of the school faculty, past and present. As these terrifying thoughts ran rampant through Karel's head, he had to stop himself from inflicting some form of physical injury on Guy. He reminded himself that Guy was not, by nature, the brightest creature on the earth. Also, his crumpets were burning...
"Hey Karel is something burning?" Guy asked, noting the strong scent of smoke.
Several things happened at once. The first of which was Karel running towards the kitchen. The second was Karla walking in the door with her fiancee, Vaida. The third was two loud crashes coming from the front of the house.
"Karel, I'm back from the-" Karla began before noticing Guy. He waved faintly, mildly shellshocked, before Karla continued, "Who's this and why is there a strange car in your driveway?"
"What was THAT?" came Karel's voice from the kitchen and at the same time Vaida noted, "The boy in the car just ran over the mailbox and then put his car through your garage door."
"WAIT WHAT?" Karel exclaimed, rushing back out of the kitchen wearing an oven mitt.
"Oh jeez, Matthew's kind of bad at backing up and oh shi-" Guy trailed off, looking out the door at the wreck that was Karel's driveway. He rushed over to Matthew's car that was slowly backing up out of the horribly dented garage door. Karla and Vaida watched from the door as Karel stalked towards the car.
"Matthew!" Guy exclaimed once Matthew had put the car into park and stepped out. Matthew looked at Karel in terror.
"... I can pay for that," he said, voice shaking slightly.
"Like hell you can," Karel seethed, glaring alternately at the car, the mailbox, and the garage door, and Matthew. He glared at Guy once for good measure but found that he didn't like the pitiful look he got in return.
"Would any of you like to explain exactly what happened before someone loses their head?" Karel said, attempting to keep his voice in check.
Matthew began, "Well I kind of... I hit your mailbox and well kind of panicked and..." he trailed off under Karel's withering gaze.
"Know what?" Karel said, and Matthew looked at him expectantly. "I might be willing to forget all of this under one condition. This. Never. Happened. And you hand over all the money you have on you for damages."
Matthew had his wallet out in less than a second and was counting out twenties into Karel's open hand. "Now then. You crashed into a brick wall. Or whatever other convincing cover story you can come up with, and I know you have some good ones because you used them to get out of class more than a couple of times. Now take that wreck and get out of my sight," Karel finished, turning to walk back inside.
"W-wait Karel? Y-you can't do that to him!" Guy exclaimed in a rare moment of bravery.
"Might I remind you of what he did to my house less than a minute ago?"
Karla detached from the door frame to walk over as Matthew pulled out of the driveway. She ruffled Guy's hair. "My brother's right, kid. He's getting the short end of the stick as it is."
"Wait, wait y-you're his sister?" Guy asked, obviously surprised.
Karel nodded and Vaide walked to Karla's side. Guy couldn't help but notice the long scar that poked out the bottom of her short miniskirt.
"Car wreck," she said dismissively once she noticed him staring. "Just be glad your dad wasn't around," she said with a sigh in Karel's general direction and Karla nodded.
"Well, let's get inside. It's freezing out here," Karla said, ushering them all in. "Oh and Karel I brought some pie because I know how hopeless you are at cooking. And," she said, gesturing at Guy, "I don't think we've been properly introduced."
"Oh, that's Guy. He's not supposed to be here," Karel said, giving him one last glare before picking the pie up from where Karla had left it and taking it into the kitchen. Guy heard the refrigerator open and close
Karla studied him for a minute. "Why Karel, you didn't tell me you'd picked up another one. A little young, isn't he? But, he is a cutie."
Guy blushed at the description and Karla wrinkled her nose as if it wasn't a word she was used or particularly liked using.
"I told you, he's not supposed to be here. He's rather fond of following me around, though how he found his way here I don't know."
Guy almost choked on his own spit. "Karel, I thought..." He trailed off.
Karla smiled at him. "Oh don't worry," she whispered. "He's just being an ass."
After some time, Karla went into the kitchen, leaving Guy with Vaida.
"So," he began awkwardly, "you're Karla's..."
"Fiancee," Vaida finished for him.
"Why didn't I ever see you or Karla around school?" he asked, timidly.
Vaida rolled her eyes. "Karel likes to keep his profession and family at arms length apart. He says it's so that he can act more professionally, but everyone with a lick of sense knows that it's to keep dad from getting too involved."
"Dad?" asked Guy.
"Oh, Karel and Karla's father. He's a bit controlling, I suppose you could say."
"More like he won't leave me the fuck alone!" came Karel's voice from the kitchen.
"What my brother means is that father would like to know what's being done with his money and his house," corrected Karla, a tinge of annoyance in her voice. "Speaking of which, he's going to be over sometime this evening."
"He's what- oh shi-" Karel trailed off and reappeared in the entryway to the living room. "Guy, you're going home, like it or not."
"But why, I was just-" he attempted to say before Karel interrupted, "No arguments, Guy, you're getting out of here before he gets here! That's just one more thing I need to happen today he's already going to be wondering what the hell happened to the garage and why I don't have someone's ass in court right this very instant."
Guy got up reluctantly and Vaida gave him a clumsy, slightly stiff hug. "You behave yourself, okay? Don't be getting my future brother-in-law in trouble, okay kid?" she whispered in his ear.
"Karel, don't worry about it, I'll take him home. Just get things cleaned up and see if you can't do something to hammer out the garage door?" Karla said in an almost motherly tone. Karel made a sound that could be taken as agreement, or so Karla seemed to think, and she herded Guy out the door. In the driveway, off to the side of the house, was a car that Guy hadn't seen before. It was fairly small and of a make that Guy didn't recognize.
"Well, get in and let's get you home before Karel has a heart attack," she said with an air of resignation.
Half an hour later, Karla's car pulled up in front of Guy's house.
"W-will he ever actually be nice and touchy-feely?" Guy asked, opening the car door.
"Well, I don't know about the 'nice' part, but on the touchy-feely, someday," Karla said. "Someday, I'm sure. But -obligatory sister moment here- if you by some divine miracle make him lose it -because god knows he'll never cry- so help me, I'll smash your kneecaps, and now I know where you live," she finished with a slight smirk. Karel's smirk.