A Christmas to Remember

by TwiPON3


Breakfast

The hug was cut short by the fire alarm and the smell of over-crispy bacon.

"My God!" Autumn said, running to the stove, which was now producing dark smoke, "Open the door! It's on fire!!!"

Seth and Sunset opened the door, so Autumn could put out the fire.

"What's she doing?" Sunset asked as she and Seth watched Autumn dump the flaming contents of the pan onto the snowy yard, stomp on it with her bare foot, and beat it with the bottom of the frying pan.

"Putting out a kitchen fire."

Sunset noticed a fire extinguisher within arms' length of the stovetop, "Why doesn't she use the extinguisher?"

"That's boring," he said, running out and getting a handful of snow, dumping it on the charred, greasy bacon, "This is fun!"

"And insane," Sunset added as they came in.

"At least the toaster shuts off by itself and I never got to the eggs."

"That's a plus," Sunset said, looking to Seth, "What did she mean when she said you doused pasta in alcohol and set it on fire?"

"Well..."


Autumn was on the way home from some shopping, so Seth thought he'd make her lunch.

"Eggs," he said, going down to the basement and getting their old toaster, taking it apart, and cooking two eggs by jamming a coil through them and letting it heat for a few minutes over a plate, "Done. Bacon," he said, as he opened the eggs and grabbed some bacon and ran plain water through their coffee maker with the strips of bacon in it, letting it set for about thirty minutes.

"Pasta," he said, barely getting the stuff on the plate as his cousin came in.

"I'm home!"

He quickly doused it with rubbing alcohol from under the counter, set fire to it, and grabbed the bacon with his bare hand, wincing as he dropped it on the plate.

"I made lunch," he said, coming out of the kitchen with what looked and smelled like a science experiment gone terribly wrong.

At least the plate wasn't flammable.

"Why is the food on fire?" she said, worriedly looking between what was an attempt at making food and her cousin as he set the plate in front of her.

"I doused it in alcohol and, since I ran out of time, I thought we could watch it cook while we ate."

"Let's... not."

"What do you think, though?"

"It's better than last time," she said, "I think."

"You wanna just go out for lunch?"

"Let's do that," she said, taking the science experiment outside and stomping the fire out.


"Better!? What happened the last time!?"

"The fire department had to come out," Autumn said, pouring coffee and cream into three mugs: one with a hammer and sickle wearing a Santa hat, one with an oil-style picture of the Kremlin, and one with a Christmas tree, "Coffee?"

"Sure," Sunset said.

"Oh, and get a few changes of clothes," Seth added, "We need to be at the airport in a little while. My maternal aunt in the USSR invited us for Christmas, and we want you to come, too."

"Why?"

"Don't you want to spend the holiday with your family?"

"Family? What about Anon-a-miss?"

"If it were you, it would be like murdering somebody and leaving a note for the po-po telling where they could find you. Besides, you could use a vacation. Now, you eat breakfast while I get some things packed away in my Yugo."

Thankfully, Autumn didn't let anything else catch fire, so they had a nice breakfast. Afterward, Sunset packed and took a shower while Seth and Autumn loaded up her clothes.

A few minutes later, Sunset came out of the bathroom wearing a pair of name-brand jeans and a purple-and-orange shirt, "One more thing," Autumn added, getting a black leather jacket from behind the tree, "You might need this."