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Christmas Mayhem
Clara's POV
BEEP BEEP BEEP! The sound of Clara's alarm clock woke her up suddenly. She dimly wondered why she had set her alarm for Christmas Day. She never normally did. Usually she spent Christmas alone or with friends. She pondered this for a second before remembering that she had invited Danny for Christmas dinner and she needed to get everything prepared before he arrived. She groaned and groggily got out of bed.
She stumbled into the kitchen and made herself a cup of coffee. She started to prepare the potatoes and left them to on a low heat whilst she had a quick shower.
She was sitting on the bed with her hair dripping down the back of her clothes when she smelt something burning. It took her a moment to realize what it was. She rushed downstairs to find them blackened and burnt.
It's okay she told herself. You've got plenty of time. They don't matter anyway. She checked the turkey in the slow cooker (she'd heard it was better when you put it in the night before.) only to find that smoke billowed out of it and the turkey was completely over-done. The smoke alarm started beeping and the noise cut through her head. Now, Clara was the first to admit she wasn't the best cook but this was an especially bad day.
Then she heard the knock at the door.
Danny's POV
He chuckled as he heard her marching to the door. Well, not so much marching, more like raging.
'I don't care who you are or what you want but I'm warning you now, I'm having a very bad day and I am not feeling especially charitable even though it's Christmas D- Oh. It's you, Danny. Sorry.'
He laughed. 'Don't worry about it Clara. I thought you might need a bit of help which is why I came early. And I brought food. Just a few snacks, I mean it's hardly a full Christmas dinner but, you know, I thought it might help a bit. Maybe?'
'Thank you so much. You would not believe the day I've been having. Oh, sorry, come in. I sort of forgot we were standing out here.'
He laughed again. This was the Clara he loved: awkward, funny, smart. He walked in and saw what could only be described as a complete shambles. He helped her tidy up everything as best they could.
The rest of the day was spent watching corny Christmas films cuddled up on the settee and talking about anything as only people very close to each other could.
Sorry about the bad ending. I wasn't sure how to end it so I just wrote something really quickly. Sorry also about it being really short. This one was a bit rushed. I'm still open to requests too.