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“Ash, hey, wake up,” my brother’s voice slashes through my sleep.
“Five more minutes,” I groan, trying my best to flip over on the couch.
“You aren’t going to school. It is Christmas morning,” Chandler yanks off the blanket I’m using, almost causing me to fall onto the floor.
“You are an ass,” I quickly flip him off. My eyes slowly adjusting to the light.
“It’s almost eleven. What were you doing last night?”
I swat at my brother, “Shut up. Is someone making breakfast?”
“I am,” Joey calls from the kitchen.
“Ah, a man who can cook,” I smile. “Chandler, you pick quite good roommates.”
“Just get up,” Chandler grabs my hand and pulls me off the couch.
“Geez,” I stumble, almost falling, and shove my brother. “I was getting up.”
“You never answered my question.”
I walk over to the bar, hopping up onto a barstool. “I was writing, a random burst of ideas I had to put down on paper.”
“Fine, I guess that’s okay,” Chandler ruffles my hair as he sits next to me.
I take a deep breath, inhaling the aroma of whatever Joey is cooking. “Ah, that smells so good. Is it, hm, an omelet?”
“I know you’re short, but can you not see?” Joey chuckles.
I yawn, looking away from the snow lightly falling. “Sorry, the snow is just so pretty. Oh, that is an omelet. What’s in it?”
“Cheese, bacon, peppers, sausage, and some other little spices.”
“Sounds so tasty. Do I get toast?”
“How do you know this one if for you?” Joey glances over at me, a smirk on his face.
I giggle, “Because I am so pretty, that’s why.”
“Would you like some milk too, princess?” Chandler slides off his barstool and walks over to the fridge.”
“Well, you are over there, so, please,” I bat my eyelashes at my brother.
“You are lucky you’re my little sister.”
“Eh, I know,” I shrug. “So, what is the plan for today?”
“You haven’t even had your breakfast yet,” Joey pops two slices of bread into the toaster.
“I like to plan. It’s kind of a writer thing.”
“After this, we will all get ready,” Chandler places a cup of milk in front of me. “Then we will head over to Monica and Rachel’s place to open presents. Then probably have dinner over there.”
“That sounds lovely. And then I can walk home with Phoebe.”
“Just shush and eat your omelet and toast,” Joey chuckles, placing a plate with a perfect omelet and golden brown toast in front of me.
I smile, grabbing the fork and knife Chandler holds out for me. “Thank you so much. This Christmas is turning out to be amazing.”
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