《A Collection of Short Stories: Quiet Girl》50. On The Twelfth day of Christmas...
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My true love gave to me...
Twelve hours together
Eleven reasons to love
Ten boys playing
Nine tailored dresses
Eight types of chocolate
Seven messed up lyrics
Six day shifts
Five dedicated rings
Four handpicked gifts
Three unique Stories
Two different households
And one giant excuse!
Cassie looked at herself as she touched the strand of hair that refused to stay on her head, she huffed.
“Whatever…” She turned to leave the room when she heard the noise of people talking in the other room. There she saw Quana yelling at Chris.
“She’s in the back! Will you chill out with her? She doesn’t like you, you’re UGLY!” Chris chuckled at her.
“Right, because you know about that so well.” Quana puffed her cheeks and was about to hit him when Chris smiled seeing Cassie. “Cassie!” He went past Quana and over to Cassie where he took her hand in his, “I really didn’t think you’d plan something like this.” I just wanna eat.
“Well, I figured it’d be good for all of us to spend Christmas together.”
Chris chuckled, “Of course someone with such a beautiful mind would think to do something like this.” Chris was about to kiss her hand when suddenly he was shoved slightly,
“Don’t kiss her!” Koto said, “But he’s right!” Cassie smiled at him.
“Will you calm down? Acting like a damn child.” Chris said with a huff. Cassie looked past them and saw everyone else entering.
“Okay, will you guys tell everyone to just find a seat?” Both the males nodded, “Okay, I’ll be back.” Cassie then went off and left the room.
...
Nearly twenty minutes went by and now it was twelve in the afternoon. Everyone was casually talking together when finally Cassie came back out pulling a bag behind her. Please don’t ask to help me.
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“Cassie let me help you.” She heard nearly everyone say.
“No, I’m fine guys.” Cassie pulled it until she got to her own empty seat. Then Keris stood up.
“Okay, so she told me to say this stuff cause’ apparently she doesn’t wanna talk while no one else is.” You really didn’t have to say all of that! “So,” Keris pulled out a piece of paper and began to read off it, “She’s not gonna say anything corny about anyone specific, so don’t get your hopes up. She starts by saying that all of you are important to her and no matter how much she doesn’t want the things you guys give her, she loves it and is happy you guys give her things. She’s not gonna say it, but keep it coming.” Everyone chuckled.
“Keris!” Cassie said through her teeth.
“Okay, whatever. She just wants everyone to know she’s not just a mean person who doesn’t wanna talk, and she’s happy you guys know that and stick by her. She also is just putting out there that we can hang out with her for the whole day until Christmas is over.” Everyone seemed to turn up at this. Keris turned the letter around, “And that’s it, now she has gifts to give you.” Keris sat back down while Cassie went around and gave each gift to everyone. When she was done she quickly sat back down and she looked off.
“Can we eat now?” Quana whined.
“Wait.” Ankara stopped her and spoke up, “I’m not sure if I speak for us all, but I really am grateful for you as well Cassie.” Cassie looked elsewhere and tried her best to hide her face.
“Yeah, you mean a lot to all of us Cassie!” Koto said.
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“More like she means the world.” Chris said.
“That’s still not enough, she means the whole universe to me!” Amai said.
“Either way, the point still stands that Cassie means a lot to all of us and we’d all do anything for her.” Shugi said.
“And no matter how much you don’t want stuff from us, you’re getting it and you’re gonna like it.” Akuma said.
“We’ll be sure that you stay healthy and well too!” Terumichi with a chuckle.
“We’ll love and appreciate you no matter what.” Akihiko said.
“We always have and always will!” Brayleigh said.
“I’ll always love everything about you and do everything in my power for you.” Hayate spoke, everyone let out a small sigh.
“Come on, we were saying everyone.” Amai said.
“It’s the truth.” Hayate said.
“Whatever, we should stop before we make Cassie cry.” Boy, if you think I cry you’re lying to yourself. Cassie just smiled and nodded to all of them.
“Thanks… I really mean that you guys.”
“Okay, now can we eat?” Quana said.
“Yes Quana, we can eat.” Cassie said.
“Yay!” At Quana’s cheer, everyone began to eat and their Christmas day would be spent together.
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