Disclaimer: I do not own GW, any characters contained within, or Sam. I do own the cookies, however, and they’re delish.
Notes: *blows a kiss to Sammie-chan* I love the cookies so much and they’re so timely that I have to write you a fic, dahlin’! Also, the IM used in here doesn’t belong to Sam or anyone I know, so please don’t harass the owner of that if there is one.
Duo stared at his ceiling. It was white and unassuming. He could hear the wind blowing outside and it SOUNDED cold. It was Christmas Eve and should have been having a blast, but at the moment, he was depressed. He was in his apartment alone. His roommate, Trowa, was on a date with his boyfriend that was bound to last until New Year’s. He hadn’t known the brunette for long—only since October, and they both decided that it would be awkward to give one another presents, so they’d omitted that. They hadn’t even really decorated, and he could live with that. What was really depressing was that both his parents were deceased and his older brother Solo was half the planet away, doing something for Peace Corps, or something like that.
He heard a ping from his laptop and leaned forward to retrieve it. It was from dancingnala, or Sam, as his IM declared. She wanted to know if he had gotten his cookies yet. He hadn’t. He only knew the girl online and they’d met through a forum. They’d gotten to be good friends and when she heard that he didn’t know what an orange ball was, she’d demanded his address, so that she could send him some, and some other types of cookies that she mentioned and had been mortified to learn he’d never tried before. Her outrage on his behalf was touching. He was looking forward to cookies, which were sweet and delicious. Between the two of them, they decided that if the cookies hadn’t arrived by Christmas Eve, he wasn’t getting them until after Christmas, which would kind of suck.
He was hungry and he wanted Chinese. The delivery place wasn’t open, although he’d bet money the Chinese place was and he was annoyed. He called three different delivery places before Sam finally told him that Domino’s had to be open on Christmas Eve. He ordered pizza and felt delighted that there would be food he wouldn’t have to cook. He chatted with Sam until she was in danger of being yelled at by family who wanted her with them and not online. Luckily for him, more of his friends were on and he wished Sam a happy holiday.
He didn’t look up at the sound of scratching at the end of his bed and smiled sadly when his new kitten, Shini laid its head on his knee. He looked at the kitten. It looked cute. He didn’t trust it. “Don’t look cute at me, cat. I don’t believe you a bit.” Shini snuggled and was unconcerned with Duo’s disbelief. He felt tears pricking the backs of his eyes. He felt truly and insanely pathetic. Here it was Christmas Eve and he was spending it with a cat and his computer. He was eating pizza, for goodness sakes! In any other circumstances, pizza was good, but not on Christmas Eve. He stayed up, late into the night and on until night became morning, trying to push back Christmas day. Eventually, he fell asleep. He had promised a couple people that he’d visit and he needed to be able to be awake at a reasonable time.
When he awoke later that day, he went down to check his mailbox. He had a key for a package. And his bank statement. He threw the statement in the trash and went for the parcel boxes. He was so glad that packages didn’t end up at the main office of the complex. Opening the larger mailbox, he found a box that had been shipped priority. Checking the from field of the package, he decided that it had to be the cookies from Sam. It put a spring in his step and he took it into his apartment, setting it down and deciding to save it for later.
Several hours later, he came back from visiting his mother’s old friend, Sally, and another friend who he’d gotten to know by living in the complex, Milliardo and his wife, Lucrezia. The box was still waiting for him. He grabbed his scissors from the kitchen and sliced open the box, fully expecting a boxful of Ziploc bags with paper or index cards inside to identify the cookies. He was shocked and touched to discover several cute gift bags with little tags attached. There was also a piece of lined paper and a note in an envelope. The paper simply had Sam’s address (He’d sworn to send her SOMETHING back, even if it was only a thank-you note.) and the envelope was addressed to “Duo, Shini, Deathscythe and all the Gundams on the shelf” from “Sam, Aless, and all the bishies of Furuba.” Duo was a Gundam Wing fan and Sam was a Fruits Basket fan, although they both had an appreciation for both animes. They both had collectible figurines from their respective favorite animes and occasionally included the characters as well as their “alter-egos” in conversation for fun, impromptu RPs. The addressing made him laugh and he carried the box to his room.
When he got there, he began pulling the bags out, trying each type of sugary foodstuff as he did: butter toffee, cherry bon-bons, orange balls. More orange balls. He smirked. The orange balls were good. As he pulled out the bags, he found decorative tins at the bottom and upon opening the tins, he even more cookies. Well, if this wasn’t the best end to what should have been a miserable Christmas, he didn’t know what was.