Dinner that night was amazing. Mrs. Williams had cooked an amazing dinner. They even invited several other people over, some of which had other children around my age with them. Don't get me wrong, Rory is and always will be my best friend, I just love to play with other children my own age.
That Christmas night went a little like this:
"Amelia, can you please pass the mashed potatoes?" Called another adult from the other side of the table. I reached across and grabbed the bowl, getting some potatoes on my fingers in the process. "Thanks!"
The table that night was festive and full of delicious mouth watering foods. A red and green table cloth was spread out across the table, and an advent wreath stood proudly with all four candles lit, in the centre of it all. there were so many different foods scattered around the table. From where I was sitting, I could see the turkey, the chicken and the ham, the stuffing and the crimson cranberry sauce.
I looked down into my lap, adjusting the red napkin. "Amelia, eat your food please" my aunt said from the opposite side if the table. I quickly looked back to my plate, knocking the yellow paper crown off my head in the process. It gently fell behind my chair. "But I'm full Aunt Sharon" I whined. I seriously thought I was going to pop at any moment.
"Can you try to eat just a little more?" she pleaded. I shook my head "No, if I eat more I'll burst and my guts will fly into everyone's food" I looked at her, begging her to not make me eat any more. "Well, that's nice" she said sarcastically, giving a little chuckle before turning her attention back to her food.
I looked around the table for Rory, finding him sitting a couple seats down and on the other side of the table, squished between his Aunt Mary and Uncle John. He saw me looking at him and mouthed some sort of threat in my general direction. I almost burst out laughing, but I managed to stifle the outburst so that my Aunt wouldn't ask me what was wrong.
"Ready or not, here I come!" I called out. After letting our food settle down, we decided to play hide-and-seek. It was the perfect game to play after supper as we were all slow and stuffed and there were so many different hidden cubbies and hidey holes. First I searched around the living room, checking around each and every corner and under all of the sofas, only to find no one was hiding there. But to be fair, it was a pretty obvious place to hide, I just thought that me of Rory's cousins might just be that naive to hide there.
I then checked the kitchen, finding Rory's little cousin Jack hidden in one of the cupboards. I checked the bathroom and found Fred and Charlie hidden in the bathtub. Rory and Laura were hidden in his bedroom, Zoey and Jasmine were hidden in the basement, and George was hidden in the linen closet behind a bunch of bed sheets and towels.
We played another couple rounds of hide-and-seek before dessert was announced. There was quite the variety of puddings and pies and cakes strewn out across the table. I had a slice of Black Forest cake and some pumpkin pie with ice cream. It was delicious.
Of course, what Christmas isn't complete without hyper children running around the house. "George, come and catch me!" I shouted as I ran up the stairs and into Rory's bedroom. I heard George climb up the stairs "Amy I'm coming to find you" he shouted as he ran into the bedroom after me. I screamed and darted back out of the bedroom and down the stairs again.
Quite some time later, we had decided to go into Rory's room and play with the toys in there. We set up his new helicopter and flew it around the house, annoying quite a few adults. Then, the fun part came. Some of us were downstairs with the helicopter (I was among them) and some of us stayed upstairs. We were flying the helicopter around the kitchen when a very loud bang followed by a series of screams and yells come from upstairs.
We all ran up the stairs and into the bedroom to find Jasmine, Zoey, Fred, George, and Charlie all standing on the bed, white as sheets. I ran into the bedroom and glanced down at where my now popped blow up bed used to sit. I felt my face turn red as I glared up at the five all standing on Rory's bed. "What have you done!? That was my bed!" I yelled at them.
"Amelia, calm down. I'm sure they didn't mean it." Rory said grabbing my shoulders and turning me so I faced him. I could feel my eyes start to sting with angry tears. "Where am I going to sleep now?" I said, choking on my words as I tried to hold back the tears. "what's going on?" We all turned to look at the person standing in the doorway. Mr. Williams looked around the room before his eyes settled in me.
"Oh Amelia, what's happened?" He asked as took two long strides over to me. He kneeled down and pulled me into a hug. "What's wrong?" he said softly as he held me out at arms length.
George spoke up. "We were, um, jumping on the beds, and, uh, the blow up bed just..." He made a blow-up motion with his hands. "We're sorry Amelia, we didn't mean it." Jasmine said as she stepped off of Rory's bed and gently onto the floor. "See Amelia, they didn't mean it." Mr. Williams said, turning my attention back to him.
"But where am I going to sleep?" I asked, my voice shaky. "I guess you'll have to sleep on Rory's bed. you two can sleep in separate sleeping bags so it's not awkward if you want?" It didn't matter whether it was in sleeping bags or not, it would still be awkward. "Can't I sleep with my aunt?" Mr. Williams shook his head. "No, I'm afraid. her bed is too small for the both of you." Great, could my this Christmas night get any worse.
A/N: Yay, Christmas is done! I really enjoyed writing those couple of chapters. I hope you enjoyed reading them. Did you catch some of the references that I threw in? If not, go look again and comment the ones that you did find :)
Next chapter is going to be a pretty big time jump to when they are 13, I hope you don't mind. that should really be the only massive time jump in the story.
Remember, I love your faces, byeee3