Author's Note: Ta-daa! We're at on the 7th day of Christmas! Yay! ^_^ It wasn't until I sat down and started writing, and looked at the MV version of '12 Days of Christmas' that I had written did it finally hit me the error I made...last chapter I said 'Claire and Eve', but...they weren't supposed to be until day 8. -_- But, never one to break a promise, I went ahead and bumped up the 8th day to day 7, and it didn't mess up the song any, so no harm done. So, yes, this chapter is still Claire and Eve, and I hope it doesn't disappoint! :) Apologies for any mistakes, I hope they don't distract from the story. Enjoy!
Me: Oliver! It's your turn to sing.
Oliver: No.
Me: What do you mean, 'no'? You have to!
Oliver: As a matter of fact, I don't.
Me: ...yes you do, now sing.
Oliver: No.
Me: Sing.
Oliver: No.
Me: Sing!
Oliver: No!
Me: Fine, I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice. I shall have to write you into even more embarrassing situations now.
Oliver: And just what is...how would you...?
Me: You brought it upon yourself.
Oliver: ...FINE.
On the seventh day of Christmas, the Founder gave to me...Many gifts for wrapping
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Eve scowled at the package in front of her. It was half-covered in crinkled paper, half due to that fact the she hadn't cut enough gift wrap for the box, and what she had cut was in a crooked, jagged line. There was also almost half a roll of tape on it.
She glared up at Claire, who had a hand over her mouth and looked like she was trying not to laugh. She also, to Eve's frustration, had a near-perfect looking wrapped gift in front of her.
"Don't. Say it." Eve threatened her. Claire raised her hands in surrender and nodded solemnly, though she was still grinning slightly.
"It's only because the box is a stupid shape, anyway!" Eve added, shooting the offending item a nasty look. "I bet you couldn't do much better!"
Claire raised her eyebrows. "Is that a challenge?" she teased, looking pointedly around at the presents that were strewn across the living room floor.
Michael and Shane were out at their new 'temp job', as they called it, since they refused to tell the girls what exactly that job was; Which left this the perfect opportunity for Claire and Eve to wrap all the presents without the boys seeing.
They'd been at it for about half an hour, and while Claire was already done, Eve had only gotten one other one (besides the disaster in front of her) wrapped.
"So what if it is?" Eve replied, crossing her arms.
"Alright then, challenge accepted. What do I get if I win?" asked Claire, reaching over to take the box from Eve.
"The last cookie." said Eve, pointing to the plate she had brought in to eat while they were working. "But if it still looks like crap, and if you can't do it in...let's say, five minutes, you have to wrap the rest of these by yourself. Deal?"
"Sounds like a lopsided deal to me." Claire pointed out. Eve shrugged. "If you don't think you can do it..." she said, smirking. She knew how much Claire liked a challenge.
"You're on." said Claire, turning to the gift to rip off Eve's poor wrapping job.
Four minutes and 32 seconds later, by the timer on Eve's phone, one wrapped and decent looking present lay before them. Eve scowled while Claire simply looked smug.
"Done. Cookie?" she said sweetly. Eve rolled up some wrapping paper and threw it at her.
Claire laughed and dodged, then said "Sore loser. I bet you couldn't wrap one as fast as that."
"Oh really? And what do I get if I beat your challenge?" Eve asked.
"I cook dinner." said Claire, nodding. "But if you don't, you have to take my turn tomorrow. And dish duty."
"It's so on," Eve announced.
After that, challenges one after another were issued; when it was all said and done, Claire had to clean out the refrigerator and had bathroom and kitchen clean-up duty for a week. Eve was forced to do laundry for a month, as well as vacuum.
When that got boring and the presents were all wrapped, more bets and challenges were issued. Claire had to down a huge mug of coffee without cream or sugar; she was rewarded with Eve having to wear an elf hat they had found in the laundry, though neither of them knew where it had come from. Then Eve ate an entire tube of cookie frosting, and Claire had to wear one of Eve's skull t-shirts.
Laughing, Eve said "Okay okay, how about this: whoever can get the most candy canes picked up and put into one of these baskets wins. Only you can't use your arms or your hands. Deal?"
Claire nodded. "What's the prize?"
Eve looked thoughtful, then grinned. "You know that Santa they have down at the new place in town? The one that takes pictures with the kids?"
"Yeah."
Eve smirked. "Loser has to go get their picture taken in Santa's lap."
Claire rolled her eyes. "A little old for that, aren't we?"
"Yeah, but I'm sure one of us will make Santa's day." said Eve sweetly.
She laughed at the look Claire gave her, then said "Ready?"
Claire nodded. "You're on."
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"I can't believe I let you talk me into this." Claire grumbled as they waited in the line to see Santa.
"Now now, CB, a bet's a bet, and you lost fair and square." snickered Eve, batting her eyelashes at her. "Besides, I'm sure it will make an adorable picture." she added, waving her camera.
Claire scowled at her. "That's what I get for giving into peer pressure." she muttered. "Come on, Eve! What if the guy makes a pass or something?"
"Then I shall have photographic proof."
It was maybe fifteen minutes before it was their turn, with Claire trying to talk Eve out of it all the while.
She was still half-begging when Eve pushed her nearly into Santa's lap. He caught her, which was when she looked up and got a good look at his face.
"I'm sorr- wait, Oliver?!" Claire gasped, eyes wide.
He looked horrified. "What are you doing here?" he hissed.
Claire was trying to sort out her response when a very familiar voice said "Hurry it up so we can go on to the next child, I don't have all-Claire?!"
Claire looked over to see who was talking, to find Myrnin standing there with a similar look as Oliver's on his face. He was also dressed up as a reindeer. If she had to guess, Rudolf.
"Wha-?" began Claire, before Eve's laughter cut her off. Claire looked over her shoulder to see that Eve wasn't laughing at Myrnin and Oliver, like she thought, but at Michael and Shane, who were standing by the store's camera, both dressed as Santa's elves. Suddenly Claire knew where the hat in the laundry had come from.
"This is your temp job?" Eve choked out between laughing, gesturing at Michael and Shane. Then she got a good look at Santa and Rudolf, and doubled over.
Claire couldn't help it. She burst out laughing as well.
"It wasn't by choice!" protested Shane, his face as red as Oliver's Santa suit.
Stifling laughter, Claire looked over at Myrnin. "What are you doing here?" she asked.
Myrnin looked like he'd swallowed nails. "Founder's orders." he said through gritted teeth. Eve started laughing harder when his nose lit up once.
"And just what are you guys doing here, anyway?" Michael asked, face pink and looking defeated.
Eve straightened up with a gleam in her eye, and waved her camera at them. "Why, Claire's getting her picture taken with Santa, aren't you Claire?" she said, grinning from ear to ear.
Claire took in the looks on their faces a minute before saying. "Uh-huh."
"Oh, come on! First Amelie, and now you?" groaned Shane.
Eve looked like a giddy child. "Wait, Amelie got her picture taken with you guys?" She took their silence as a yes. "But yes, Claire lost a bet, and now she has to sit on Santa's lap."
If possible, Oliver looked more horrified.
"And I think Santa's helpers and his reindeer should be in the picture as well, don't you think Claire?" Eve added in a sweet voice. "Unless you want me to call Amelie and ask her if she wants to be in the picture too..."
She got some glares before they all started moving to stand beside 'Santa'.
"That's what I thought." said Eve, holding up her camera. "Come on, Claire, in Santa's lap. There you go. Now, everyone say 'Merry Christmas!'"
Eve herself ended up letting Claire take a picture of her with them as well. They framed them both and hung them around the house, as well as giving one away to Amelie as a Christmas present.
She made sure to thank them in person.
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Lots of lights a-blinking
One crazy boss!
Four stubborn men
Three ancient vamps
Two nosy boys
And a play I hope no one will see!
Oliver: There. It's done. Will you stop your complaining now?
Me: See? That wasn't so hard now, was it? And no. Jerk.
Oliver: !
Shane: Haha, you got called out!
Oliver: Silence, you!
Amelie: Really, Oliver, there wasn't any reason to be difficult.
Eve: Ollie never needs a reason, does he?
Oliver: I said silence!
Claire: Everyone else had to sing, after all.
Myrnin: And we sounded much better, too.
Oliver: ...
Michael: Who's gonna sing the next line, anyway?
Me: You'll have to wait and find out!
AN: And that's that! I think I made Claire and Eve a little OOC, but this is how it turned out, soo...anyway, I hope everyone enjoyed it, and I want to thank everyone who reviewed, favorited, and followed this, you guys keep me going! :D And a special thanks to kindaxx44myrnin, who not only reviewed this story but all of my other MV stories as well. Thanks! ^_^
Song Suggestion: 'Santa Baby'. I know there are several versions of this, and truthfully it's never been one of my favorite holiday songs, but after writing this chap I couldn't resist, hee-hee. ;)
Please read and review, I always appreciate it! Thanks everyone!
Edit (December 2014): Well...I actually didn't edit anything on this chapter; I didn't notice any mistakes, but feel free to point them out if you see anything and I'll try to fix them. :)
