Board Thread:Ships/@comment-3058106-20141209040504

Jaime lay on the couch, watching some dumb, cliche Christmas movie special since there was nothing else to watch on TV right then. Plus, Brooke was in the room and he didn't think she would want to see what he actually wanted to currently watch. Because of this, he decided to just continue watching this random Hallmark movie where some girl meets a guy at Christmas and fall in love and someone dies and everyone already knows how the movie ends before they even watch it.

Meanwhile, Brooke was putting a few things away in the fridge and cupboards. Her mom had stopped by earlier to visit with her and talk about Christmas plans with the family. She had also asked about Jaime, if he was Brooke's boyfriend that Brooke had told her all about, but Brooke had immediately said no and denied anything to do with Jaime, saying he was her boyfriend's annoying roommate. Jaime had been chuckling from his spot on the couch while Brooke was mentally shooting daggers at him whenever her mother was busy doing something else.

After the movie was finally over, Jaime decided to actually get up and do something besides watch terrible movies that made him want to fall off a cliff while Jingle Bells played in the background. He went over to the kitchen area and leaned against the countertop, watching as Brooke put away something that looked kind of delicious in his opinion. "What's that?" he asked, pointing towards it.

"Fruitcake," she replied. "Why? Do you actually want it?"

"Don't know what it is."

"You've never heard of fruitcake?" Brooke asked in surprise, raising an eyebrow.

"Not really."

"Well you should try it," she suggested, pushing it towards Jaime.

Jaime, always being one to eat food all the time, shrugged his shoulders and grabbed a fork and took a bite of the fruitcake. At first, he was a bit confused about the taste and then shivered, shoving the fruitcake away from him, deciding that it was absolutely disgusting. "Throw that shit away," he told Brooke, going over to the sink and turning the water on, pulling out the sink sprayer and washing his mouth out because fruitcake is disgusting. Meanwhile, Brooke was laughing at his reaction as she did, in fact, throw the nasty fruitcake away. "Why would you give me that?" Jaime asked after he turned the faucet off.

"Because I thought you would love it," Brooke replied a little too cheerfully.

Jaime narrowed his eyes at her and walked back over to the couch to watch more terrible Christmas movies, and deciding then and there, that he would never trust Brooke again. 