Peppermint Snow, Chapter 5
Monday
(11:31 am) : Ok, I figured out what my roommates last name is
Birdie (12:00 pm) : But not the first name?
(12:02 pm) : I didn't actually ask what his name was since he knows what my name is and we have been living together for months now and it would just be awkward at this point to ask
Birdie (12:02 pm): preach
Birdie (12:02 pm): What am I saying he knows your name but you don't know his?
(12:03 pm): THAT'S NOT TRUE I KNOW HIS LAST NAME
Birdie (12:03pm): And it is….?
(12:04 pm): That would be giving out too much information to a stranger
Birdie (12:05 pm): ._.
(12:07 pm): jk his last name is Braginsky
(12:12 pm): Birdie?
Birdie (12:14 pm): Sorry, I just needed a minute. Did you actually mean to type Braginsky? Or is autocorrect being screwy?
(12:14 pm): ? Birdie ur freaking me out
Birdie (12:15 pm): Answer the question please
(12:15 pm): uuuh yeah my roommate's last name is actually Braginsky
Birdie (12:15 pm): …
Birdie (12:15 pm): such a small world
(12:16 pm): don't you dare go disney on me. Not that there's anything wrong with disney I just hate that song's guts and you know what I'm getting distracted what do you mean that it's a small world?
Birdie (12:18 pm): Because my neighbor Ivan Braginsky has just started his freshman year at a university in Boston.
(12:20 pm): Holy shit
(12:20 pm): You don't think…
Birdie (12:20 pm): I do
(12:21 pm): HOLY SHIT THIS IS A SMALL WORLD
(12:21 pm): FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK THIS IS SO TRIPPY MAN
(12:22 pm): MY ROOMMATE IS UR NEIGHBOR WHAT ARE THE ODDS OF THAT ASJKAHDFIAHFPIEWJKADSKLJFHEIUFPAJSNCASCA
(12:23 pm): IF YOU CAN'T TELL I AM SERIOUSLY FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW LIKE HOW DID THIS HAPPEN WITHOUT ONE OF US REALISING IT
(12:24 pm): THIS IS SO WEIRD I NEED A MOMENT TO PROCESS
Birdie (12:25 pm): Don't mind me, I'm just here to enjoy watching you freak out
(12:25 pm): shut up im in shock
(12:26 pm): seriously how did we not know this until now?
Birdie (12:27pm): well, there's the whole thing with you never bothering to find out what your roommates name is. That could be a factor
(12:28 pm): ...are you mocking me?
Birdie (12:28 pm): maybe
(12:28 pm): -.- Birdiiiiiiiiie I thought we were friends
Birdie (12:28 pm): We are. That is why I mock you
Birdie (12:30 pm): there are very few people in this world that I am comfortable enough with to mock them to their faces, and you have just become one of them
(12:32 pm): That's so sweet! It's like I'm a part of some secret club that I didn't know existed until just now :P
Birdie (12:33 pm): See this is why I like you. You UNDERSTAND
(12:33 pm): ooooooooooooo lil birdie wordie liiiiiiiiikes meeeeeeeee
Birdie (12:34 pm): You have now been demoted to distant friend status.
(12:34 pm): nooooooooooooo cooooooooooome baaaaaaaaaaaaaaack
(12:35 pm): I neeed you I shall die without yoooooooooou
Birdie (12:35 pm): That is true…..
(12:36 pm): All girls have that one bra that they need, and you are that one brah that I need
Birdie (12:36 pm): I feel like that's something you read on tumblr
(12:37 pm): You know you're probably right but i honestly can't remember when I did.
Birdie (12:37 pm): Classic Gil
(12:37 pm): Classic Birdie
Tuesday
Birdie (3:14 pm): I need some advice.
(3:20 pm): you've come to the right guy ;) shoot away
Birdie (3:21 pm): Do you think I should buy a baking basket, you know the ones that look super fancy with ribbons and cool looking baking mixes and supplies and stuff, or a bunch of different types of tea and then make a homemade gift basket out of them.
(3:22 pm): I would go with the store bought baking basket
(3:23 pm): Whose this for?
Birdie (3:23 pm): My cousin. I'm having like a family reunion at my house this weekend and I am stressing out. I have to get gifts for everyone.
(3:24 pm): why do you need to get gifts for everyone?
Birdie (3:24 pm): It would be rude not to
(3:25 pm): Bruh I've literally never brought my little bro gifts from the states and he never gets me anything when he goes traveling but it's all cool between us
Birdie (3:26 pm): My parents are also on my case about getting something for each person coming over.
(3:26 pm): Oh well then in that case you have to options. Follow the rules or break the rules
Birdie (3:27 pm): As much as my wallet would love to break the rules, I would rather not be grounded
(3:28 pm): ok then just buy a couple of boxes of tea and do whatever it is you wanted to do with that
(3:29 pm): How many people are coming over to your place?
Birdie (3:29 pm): eh about 15ish people?
(3:29 pm): 15? DUDE BAKING GIFT BAGS ARE EXPENSIVE AS HELL WHY ARE YOU CONSIDERING BUYING THOSE?
Birdie (3:30 pm): It's only actually for one person! Arthur's really really really bad at cooking and I was kind of hoping to help him out with that
(3:31 pm): you have a bleeding heart Birdie a goddamn bleeding heart. And while that can be good in a lot of situations, It is not good in this one. You have to choose between ur wallet or some random cousin's apparently shitty cooking skills.
(3:32 pm): Money or lost cause
(3:32 pm): Think about it
Birdie (3:34 pm): I thought about it and I have decided to steal Alfred's money
(3:34 pm): wait wat
(3:35 pm): I was not expecting that
Birdie (3:36 pm): Let me rephrase that I am going to borrow and not return about $20 out of my brother's wallet, add that to the $50 dollar that is currently in my hand and then I will buy a bunch of brownie mix, frosting, and peppermints.
(3:37 pm): I feel like I have been a bad influence on you, this is the first time I'm ever hearing you talk about stealing things
Birdie (3:37 pm): No, I've always been like this
Birdie (3:37 pm): besides, It's not stealing if Alfred knows what I'm doing
(3:38 pm): Dude why would you tell?
Birdie (3:38 pm): because I know he can't stop me
Birdie (3:39 pm): He likes my brownies too much and he know that if I make some he gets at least 10% of the total brownies I make
(3:40 pm): I have so many questions right now. What kind of brownies cost $70? Holy shit this option seems just as expensive as buying the baking basket. Also how do you calculate how much is 10% of a brownie?
Birdie (3:42 pm): I don't because I suck at math but Alfred is some kind of genius at it so he handles it.
Birdie (3:44 pm): and my plan is to bake my special brownies for everyone in my extended family. This would be the best choice concerning my spending budget because if I spent $10 for each separate gift for everyone then the price would rack up to $150, but If I just made the brownies it would be $70 which is a huge difference in how much money I'll have left
(3:45 pm): will the special brownies contain weed
Birdie (3:45 pm): -_- no
(3:46 pm): aw
(3:46 pm): jk not really into that
Birdie (3:46 pm): They're peppermint brownies
(3:47 pm): O.O I am intrigued. Continue.
Birdie (3:48 pm): they're like normal brownies but I add in peppermint flavor into the batter, and then I spread peppermint syrup frosting all over the baked brownies and for the finishing touch, I sprinkle crushed peppermint patties to top it all off.
Birdie (3:50 pm): Alfred nicknamed them 'Peppermint Snow'. Because if you look down on it it looks like someone scattered a whole bunch of peppermint on snow. Hence the name Peppermint Snow.
(3:50 pm): Oh my god that sounds so good where can I buy some?
Birdie (3:51 pm): you can't buy them, I make them
(3:51 pm): When can you make them
Birdie (3:52 pm): as soon as I buy them and take them home I suppose. But I'm not sure I can give you some
(3:53 pm): Aaaaaaw, why not?
Birdie (3:53 pm): Because I have no idea who you are outside these conversations
(3:55 pm): oh right
(3:56 pm): god I keep forgetting that we've never met each other in real life, but I feel like you know me better than even some of my closest friends.
Birdie (3:59 pm): me too. Except that I feel like you know me better than almost anyone.
(4:00 pm): You know what? We need to change that.
Birdie (4:00 pm): Change what?
(4:01 pm): The fact that we don't know each other in person.
Birdie (4:02 pm): You want to meet? Like, in real life?
(4:05 pm): Hell yeah I do. I want to see you.
Birdie (4:05 pm): Honestly? I think that would be amazing. But we don't even know each other's real names.
(4:06 pm): Easy fix. I'm Gilbert Beilschmidt. 19ish years old. German. University student. Part time cashier at subway, full time annoying older brother.
Birdie (4:07 pm): oh so that's why you decided to name your chicken statue Gilbird. You named him after yourself I was wondering about that.
Birdie (4:07 pm): Also what kind of person names a giant statue of a chicken after themselves
(4:08 pm): HAHAHAHAHA me
Birdie (4:09 pm): My name is Matthew. Matthew Williams. I'm 17 but I will be 18 soon. I'm originally from Canada and I'm still in highschool for the next couple of months. And I sort of work at a Bookstore.
Birdie (4:10 pm): I'm not actually paid I just help out whenever they need it.
(4:15 pm): Like an unpaid intern?
Birdie (4:17 pm): yhea, kind of like an unpaid intern
(4:17 pm): Fuck man, you should be getting paid for your work. Literally you need to be payed for existing because you rock at it
Birdie (4:18 pm): Rock at existing?
(4:19 pm): hell ya, you're one of the few people I can actually get along with that is not a dog.
Birdie (4:20 pm): oh, well, thank you I guess
(4:20 pm): XD Yoooour welcome!
(4:20 pm): Also, Matthew is such and awesome name buuuut I still like calling you Birdie. Seems like an equally awesome nickname.
Birdie (4:22 pm): Oh well that's a relief. I was low key worried that you were going to start calling me Mattie because for some reason a lot of people call me that
(4:23 pm): no Birdie is the best because you are the best
Birdie (4:24 pm): Thx :)
(4:24 pm): So do you think we could meet each other now that we know each other's names?
Birdie (4:24 pm): maybe. Don't you still have midterms to finish?
(4:25 pm): Fuck don't remind me
Birdie (4:26 pm): alright how about this. You finish up your midterms. I survive the family get-together, and after all of this blows over, we can meet. How does that sound?
(4:27 pm): it'd probably be better this way. Yea it sounds good. It'll give me something to look forward to after midterms are done and gone
(4:29 pm): Would it be rude to ask you to bring some of those Peppermint Snow Brownies for me when we meet?
Birdie (4:29 pm): Of course I will. I'll even bake you fresh ones.
(4:32 pm): awesome. I want 10% of them.
Wednesday
Birdie (6:34 pm): Trapped in my closet. Send help.
(6:49 pm): Birdie! I never knew! It would be my honour to help you out of the closet
(6:52 pm): first thing you have to do is find the right time. You should probably do it during a family dinner. Wait until the atmosphere is nice and light and as soon as there's a lull in the conversation, swoop in and drop the bombshell.
(6:52 pm): That's what I did
Birdie (6:53 pm): ._. Not that kind of closet
Birdie (6:53 pm): I meant a literal closet
Birdie (6:54 pm): I am currently hiding in a dark dark little room with only my phone and wifi password for comfort while my insane relatives are prowling the halls downstairs
(6:55 pm): Family reunion?
Birdie (6:55 pm): Yup
(6:55 pm): damn, that happened quick. Did you get all of the brownies done?
Birdie (6:57 pm): yes thankfully I managed to finish them up the day before the first of my relatives started arriving. We're probably going to eat more than half of them tonight for dessert.
(6:58 pm): awesome. At least you got that down.
Birdie (7:04 pm): But it still doesn't change the fact that my distant relatives are here. They want to talk to me. They want to ask me what I'm planning on doing with my life. I don't know what I want to do with my life, and I don't want to be put under any kind of spotlight like that, and I know that if I go downstairs right now they are all going to be sitting there being all like 'Oh Mattie, it's been so long! How are you? Have you found a girl/boyfriend yet? What Colleges have you been accepted in? What are you doing every second of your life?
Birdie (7:10 pm): And I don't need this right now I just don't have the energy to survive so much human interaction all at once right now. Maybe in a day or so but I had to drive everyone from the airport and I was just getting bombarded by questions from everyone about my personal life, and I guess that it threw me off and it was super uncomfortable for me all of the way home.
Birdie (7:13 pm): But then again I kind of see where they're coming from. I haven't seen my grandparents in years so it's honestly not so bad hearing questions from them, and my Aunts and Uncles usually seek out Alfred to carry on conversations because he's the more talkative one and he usually has enough to say for the both of us. No need for me to talk about how messed up my life is, but Alfred stayed home this time because he had a bit of a head cold and wasn't feeling up to driving.
Birdie (7:15 pm): Without Alfred there, I was the one who ended up taking the brunt of the conversations, and I'm just not good at that. I am an awkward bean, and I ended up just sitting there driving around with a awkwardly plastered fake smile on my face, and nodded every once in a while.
Birdie (7:16 pm): god this whole this is just one massive struggle.
Birdie (7:16 pm): I have never felt so out of place in my own home.
(7:17 pm): You'll make it through Birdie just hang in there
Birdie (7:17 pm): thanks Gil :)
(7:17 pm): In the meantime do you want me to distract you with my random thoughts?
Birdie (7:18 pm): yes please.
(7:19 pm): Alrighty then, rant time! Today's topic: rubber ducks.
Birdie (7:19 pm): oh my god
(7:19 pm): Oh yea I have so much to talk about on that subject
Birdie (7:20 pm): well ok then
(7:26 pm): alright SO! You know how in Harry Potter, Arthur Weasley asks Harry about what the function of a rubber duck is right? And like, it's just a bath toy It is otherwise useless. I mean sure there are people who collect them obsessively, like you know those weird rubber ducks that have like built in clothes and accessories that correspond to whatever theme it's supposed to follow? And I know that one of my professors had been obsessively scouring the beaches in Alaska for a bunch of rubber ducks that fell into the ocean like a really long time ago and idk the details on that I never pay attention to that prof
(7:28 pm): But anyway, a couple of weeks ago my computer scientist friend finally shed some light on the true purpose of the rubber duck.
(7:30 pm): Basically, A rubber duck is like a venting buddy. What my friend does is if he's ever working on a project and the coding is screwed up for some reason but he's looked it over like a million times and he still doesn't know what the problem is, he brings out his rubber duck.
(7:33 pm): It's an old worn out rubber duck that's all scratched up and looks like it got tossed into a blender on high speed and somehow survived.
(7:37 pm): Anyway, whenever my friend hits a snag with the coding, he brings the rubber duck out, puts it next to his computer and then starts arguing with it. And like I think it's supposed to help him talk out his problem so he can actually hear it said out loud instead of just in his brain
(7:39 pm): The thing is that this actually works for him and more often than not he can figure out what the problem with the coding is just by screaming at a piece of plastic. Like, he doesn't even need to go ask his prof most of the time.
(7:44 pm): So when he told me about his rubber duck thing, I was like 'oh my god I should try this out' and so I set out to buy a rubber duck. The thing is I had no idea where I would buy a rubber duck and I spent three hours wandering around in a walmart trying to find rubber ducks because I didn't want to ask any of the employees who worked there because there was this one sales person who I think was following me the entire time I was there because every time I looked over my shoulder I could see this elderly woman in a walmart employee uniform glaring at me from a distance as If I had murdered her grandchild in front of her and then proceed to insult her cookie recipe.
(7:45 pm): idk man it was really creepy so I left without a duck. I ended up buying one online.
(7:47 pm): So this big fat yellow duck came in the mail and I was super psyched because I had this hug math exam the next day and I'll be honest with you I didn't start studying until the day before and we had a three weeks notice on that test.
(7:50 pm): as you can see I am a master procrastinator.
(7:50 pm): back to the story. So there I was sitting at my desk in my dorm room, text books out and rubber duck ready and waiting right next to my crappy computer and then I start talking to it.
(7:52 pm): at first things were going smoothly. I would talk to the duck when I started having trouble with an equation or a proof and just by trying to explain the problem as if I was teaching it to the duck really helped a lot with the whole understanding why numbers do shit. But then I hit a roadblock.
(7:54 pm): I'm talking REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEALLY big roadblock.
(7:55 pm): I can't really remember what the concept was that I just wasn't getting but I remember that I got so mad that I opened the window and I hurled the duck outside as hard as I could. I closed the window and I decided that life was meaningless so I decided to binge watch netflix for the rest of the night.
(7:58 pm): My procrastination plan was cut short when my roommate showed up (god I am still not used to calling him Ivan. And it makes it that much awkwarder knowing that he used to be your neighbor) and he was hella mad. His face was super red which was probably from the cold that just made him look so pissed off that he was going to pummel me right then and there.
(8:01 pm): He walks into the room holding a deflated rubber duck and I'm thinking 'oh shit'
Gil: Because apparently when I threw the duck I wasn't looking where I was throwing and I hit Ivan dead in the chest while he was walking on the other side of the street and it hit him hard enough that it knocked the wind out of his lungs and he correctly assumed that I was the one who threw the rubber duck even though it was a complete accident
(8:03 pm): he got so made that he completely demolished the rubber duck by stomping on it
Birdie (8:03 pm): My god
(8:08 pm): Me being the most awesomest being in the universe, carefully calculated all of the pros and cons in fighting back against Mr. Satan, and then I decided that having an all out brawl in the dorm room would probably break something so I jumped out the window.
Birdie (8:08 pm): YOU DID WHAT
(8:09 pm): it wasn't that bad it was maybe just a seven foot drop
Birdie (8:09 pm): THAT DOESN'T MAKE ME FEEL ANY BETTER WHAT IF YOU BROKE SOMETHING
Birdie (8:09 pm): I am very concerned now
(8:10 pm): It's ok man, I know how to jump down from heights without spraining anything, my lil bro was a lifeguard for a long time and he showed me how to jump off of those lifeguard tower things they're like super tall too so it isn't exactly a simple hop off the diving board either. You land on hard sand as opposed to water.
Birdie (8:11 pm): …At least you knew what you were doing
Birdie (8:11 pm): But if possible, please watch out for yourself, I don't want you to get hurt
(8:11 pm): Me? Hurt? HAHAHAHAHA IMPOSSIBLE
Birdie (8:12 pm): that does not inspire confidence in me :/
Birdie (8:15 pm): SHIT
(8:15 pm): Holy crap what did I do to get my sweet innocent little birdie to swear?
Birdie (8:15 pm): MY COUSIN JUST CAME INTO MY ROOM
Birdie (8:16 pm): HE'S LOOKING FOR ME CODE RED CODE RED
Birdie (8:16 pm): HELP WHAT DO I DO
(8:16 pm): PULL CLOTHES OFF THE SHELVES OR HANGERS OR WHATEVER AND BURY YOURSELF IN THEM IN THE FARTHEST CORNER AWAY FROM THE DOOR
Birdie (8:20 pm): Mon dieu I think that was the most tense three minutes of my life
(8:26 pm): You all clear?
Birdie (8:27 pm): Ya my cousin is gone.
(8:27 pm): Thank God I thought he had you
Birdie (8:28 pm): It was a close call though, he opened the closet (I was hiding under the cloths as per your suggestion) and I thought I was done for but then he just started criticizing the messiness of my closet. He said he was going to have a talk with me about properly caring for my clothes after he found me and then he left.
Birdie (8:29 pm): Apparently Alfred, Arthur and Francis are having a competition to see who can find me first.
Birdie (8:29 pm): Francis was the one who barged into my room
(8:30 pm): Are Francis and Arthur your cousins
Birdie (8:30 pm): yes
(8:34 pm): no that's just really funny I have a friend named Francis who's always getting into fightssssssss
(8:34 pm): fuck
Birdie (8:35 pm): I swear if my cousin Francis is the same Francis that you keep crashing at after a bad bout with Ivan then I'm going to scream.
(8:35 pm): Francis Bonnefoy?
Birdie (8:36 pm): *Screeches in the distance*
(8:36 pm): dude what is up with us knowing all of the same people
(8:37 pm): Serious? How?
Birdie (8:37 pm): The universe is out to get us
(8:37 pm): naaah the universe probably just wants us to meet or something
Birdie (8:38 pm): I guess so
Birdie (8:38 pm): Do you still want to?
(8:40 pm): Want what?
Birdie (8:41: Meet up?
(8:42 pm): yeah
Birdie (8:42 pm): will you be around this Saturday?
(8:42 pm): I have absolutely nothing planned this weekend, my last final is tomorrow
Birdie (8:43 pm): Ok cool do you want to meet up maybe by the Boston Public Gardens?
(8:43 pm): hell to the motherfuckin yes! Would 1pm work?
Birdie (8:44 pm): that's fine by me
(8:44 pm): aaaaaawesooooome! It's a date!
Birdie (8:46 pm): hahaha ok :D
Birdie (8:46 pm): see you then!
Thursday
(6:05 am): MOTHERFUCKING FINALS
Birdie (7:15 am): YOU CAN DO IT I BELIEVE IN YOU
(8:50 am): BUT I DON'T BELIEVE IN MYSELF AND THAT IS A REAL PROBLEM
Birdie (12:34 pm): It's ok, I can believe twice as much in you to make up for it
(12:36 pm): My sweet little Birdie please never change. You are too sweet, too innocent for this cold cruel world
Friday
(3:55 pm): I need to turn my phone off right now but you can keep texting me I'll just respond later
Birdie (4:06 pm): ok, but I have to go pick up my brother from the gym so I'll txt you sometime when I'm not driving.
Birdie (8:26 pm): Is it ok if I txt you for a bit? You don't have to respond if you're too busy or if you're taking your exam.
Birdie (8:30 pm): I sincerely hope that you've turned off your phone if your at the exam because I am about to send you a crap ton of texts because i need to do something with my hands and also create a wall between me and everyone else so no one tries to talk to me.
Birdie (8:34 pm): my brother dragged me off to some party at his friends house and he got this bright idea that I don't socialize enough which is not true! I have like three friends that I feel comfortable enough to go out and watch a movie or something, plus there's you who I can talk with all the time
Birdie (8:34 pm): There's a lot of people here
Birdie (8:35 pm): I am too awkward to handle this right now I need to make up an excuse to leave, but Alfred knows all of my tricks. He will not be fooled. Do you have any excuses that I can use to get out of being social?
Birdie (8:37 pm): I might be able to ask Francis to bring me home, but he's the one who drove all of us here and I don't want to leave Alfred and Arthur without a ride.
Birdie (8:40 pm): Curse me and my bleeding heart.
Birdie (8:42 pm): maybe I can call a cab or something. Or take a bus. A bus is probably better, you know with that whole saving the environment thing
Birdie (8:43 pm): fuck I don't even know if any bus comes to this neighborhood.
Birdie (8:45 pm): I don't even know where I am right now to be honest, I've never been to this part of the city.
Birdie (8:48 pm): I don't even know where this place is and it smells weird here like someone dunked a truck load of lilacs into the sewage system.
Birdie (8:58 pm): ooookaaaay they're bringing alcohol out
Birdie (8:59 pm): That's it I'm leaving
(9:10 pm): O shit birdie, I can come pick you up if you still need any help
(9:10 pm): sorry I didn't respond I finished my last final like two hours ago and I ran to get groceries really quick and I forgot to turn on my phone again until just now.
Birdie: It's ok, I'm just waiting for the bus right now so I'm good
(9:11 pm): Still, It's so shitty you had to go through that
Birdie (9:11 pm): I'm alright Gil, honest. The bus will come in about five minutes and then according to google maps it'll just be about half an hour before I'm home.
(9:11 pm): ok but just could you keep texting me until you do get home? I want to make sure you're safe
Birdie (9:12 pm): awww that's so sweet of you ^.^
(9:12 pm): I have much concern for your well being, especially when it's late at night and your in an area that you don't know
Birdie (9:13 pm): If something sketchy happens I'll let you know
(9:14 pm): good
(9:14 pm): I'm commuting back to my dorm too but the bus I take is always late so we can keep each other company ;)
Birdie (9:15 pm): coolio :D
Birdie (9:15 pm): How did your final go by the way?
(9:16 pm): I have no idea. It seemed a lot easier than I expected, but historically speaking whenever I take an exam that seems easy to me it turns out that I did everything completely wrong but when I take an exam that's super hard for me I end up getting a better grade than I expected
(9:16 pm): Or I flat out fail the test
(9:17 pm): so either way it's not looking so good right now
Birdie (9:17 pm): At least it's all over now, and you don't have to think about it anymore. Go treat yourself you deserve it
(9:17 pm): you're right, I deserve it
(9:17 pm): Tomorrow morning, I'm treating myself to an expensive $20+ breakfast
Birdie (9:17 pm): breakfast is the most important meal of the day
(9:18 pm): u got that right
(9:18 pm): Hey, this is going to be a very weird request, but can you turn your head to the left?
Birdie (9:19 pm): ?
(9:19 pm): Just trust me on this one
Birdie (9:20 pm): Ok, I did it
(9:20) : I don't think I'll be meeting you for the first time on Saturday
Birdie (9:20: What? Why?
(9:21 pm): Because I'm right next to you.
Birdie (9:21 pm): Guess I owe you some brownies
Author's Note:
Ok, It's been… a couple of years… yeah that's a little long for what was supposed to be a quick little christmas fic from way back in 2016. Holy crap it's been so long.
So much in my life has changed since then, including but not limited to getting my first job, finishing high school, moving to a different country (Hello Canada!) and starting University. And now it's 2019 and I'm just sitting here wondering where the time has gone.
But the reason why you are seeing an update of this fic now is actually part of my 2019 New Years Resolution (which, right now, I am very well on track to keep) and that is to focus more on writing and updating fics. So I dug through all of my rough drafts and found a final chapter of the old PruCan Christmas fic that was about ⅔ complete. So I spent the entire day finishing it up and polishing it up to the best of my abilities and I am proud to welcome the new year by finally completing a multi chaptered fanfiction.
And I have only just begun. I won't be posting any new stories on this account any more, however I do have a new account on (Lost-In-The-Muse) and you can find the link to it in my profile, and I also have an account on AO3 (Lost_In_The_Muse) and yes the capital letters are included.
So with that said and done, I hope that you have a wonderful start to the new year, and may 2019 be kind to you and yours.
Thank you for a magical journey, I would just like to take a moment to thank everyone who supported me and this fic all the way through to the end. I know I kinda dropped off of the map for a couple of years, but I'm back for the foreseeable future and even if I may not be posting anything else on this account, I have a lot of fanfics planned for 2019. So if you would like to keep reading my stories, they will all be on my account Lost-In-The-Muse. And who knows, maybe I will one day rewrite this story and improve it grammatically and story wise.
Signing off for the last time,
Snowy-Maplette