this was supposed to be up yesterday for Christmas Eve, but i got caught up in family and trying to set up one of my best friends with my cousin... yeah it didn't work too well. now i feel really guilty because she got this one guy i kinda like to ask me out next week so we can start plotting our revenge on my ex... *devious us*

so here's chapter 4. please enjoy it. it took about 10 minutes to type up, but i like it. :D

POV: Kevin

I walked into the kitchen to see Gwen with her sleeves rolled up, flour smeared up to her elbows and on her face. She was pounding a load of something squishy with the heels of her hands. For the life of me, I didn't know what the hell she was doing.

"Gwen?" I asked, trying to smother a laugh at the same time. "What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing? I'm making cookies!" She shot a glance at me, and then went back to her work.

"There's something called a store. You know that, right?" I plucked off a little bit of the dough and tried to eat it.

"Don't, Kevin! And I know there's such thing as a store. But they taste better when they're homemade."

"Not unless they're burnt," I said right as the smoke alarm started going off.

She glared at me. "Not funny."

"You're right. Hysterical."

"Kevin!"

I stuck back the little blob of dough back in the big pile. "I'm gonna have to help, aren't I?"

"Did you have to ask?"

"Thought so." I rolled up my sleeves and started slamming my fists into another mound of the sticky dough.

"Kevin, stop! You work it. Not annihilate it!"

"I have a violent nature. I can't help it."

"Just try taking it easy. I like taking my anger out on this stuff."

"Well it's not gonna work like that for me. I either get to annihilate it or just let it sit there."

She looked up at me and sighed. "Be gentle. I know you may not like it, but you're becoming a better person now that I've dragged you into the holiday spirit."

"Yeah, because throwing tinsel around, putting glass bulbs on a fake tree, and giving a few cents to a charity will make someone a better person." I made sure to layer on the sarcasm when I said it.

"It actually does, Kevin. You haven't tormented Ben all day. It's a new record for you. And honestly, you just look better now that you smile more than once a month."

I smiled out of spite at her joke.

"See?" She asked, letting her hands rest on the counter and out of the cookie dough. "You are a better person, Kevin. Just face it."

I didn't want to listen to her, but what she said kinda hit home. I'd never really had a good Christmas at my real home, and the Null Void was just… nothing at all. I could actually have people here that cared about me and wanted to be with me.

But that didn't mean that I could accept it, or return in reciprocal.

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