𝚃𝚑𝚎 4 𝙳𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚜 • 𝙻𝚊𝚋 𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚜 •

Dodge Ball War

Nobody's POV

"Jingle bells! Jingle bells! Jingle all the way!" Adam sings as he walks into the common area, which is now fully decorated with christmas decorations.

"So what is this Christmas thing?" Bob asks turning to Adam.

"It's like Easter but with presents." Adam says with a shrug.

"What's Easter?" Bob asks.

"Hey Adam, where's Mia?" Chase asks, smiling slightly at the sight of Adam and Bob's conversation.

"She said that she wasn't in the mood for Christmas. Well, whatever that means." Adam says with a shrug.

"Not in the mood for Christmas? Are you sure your talking about Mia? She lives for Christmas." Chase says, a confused look on her face.

"Not this year. She was just sat by the tree like a depressed elf." Adam says with a shrug.

"What's an elf?" Bob asks.

"I'll go talk to her." Bree says as she begins to walk towards the door.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Chase asks.

"Don't worry Chase. Mia will be here in five minutes singing just like Adam. Trust me." Bree says before she walks out, offering a smile in return.

"Seriously, what's an elf? I'm so confused!" Bob groans slamming his head against the desk.

"Mia? Are you in here?" Bree asks as she walks into the living quarters.

"No." A muffled voice replies.

"You know I can see you, right?" Bree says as she begins to walk towards Mia.

"Then why did you ask if I was in here?" Mia replies with a shrug.

"Touche, Mia. Touche." Bree chuckles, a small smile on her face.

"What are you doing in here anyway?" She asks as she sits down beside Mia, who is sat down by the christmas tree.

"Thinking." Mia replies.

"You, thinking?" Bree chuckles.

"I'm serious Bree!" Mia yells glaring at her.

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry. Do you mind if I ask what your thinking about?" Bree asks.

"Stuff." Mia mutters with a shrug.

"Vague much." Bree chuckles, only to get another glare from Mia.

"I have a hunch what your thinking about." Bree says.

"Well then why did you ask what I was thinking about?" Mia asks.

"Will you stop that?!" Bree groans, making Mia chuckle slightly.

"You can't be thinking about that, it's Christmas tomorrow." Bree says.

"Well I am thinking about it." Mia replies.

"Well don't." Bree says.

"Well I am." Mia replies in an annoyed tone.

"Well don't." Bree says.

"Well I am!" Mia snaps, the tone of her voice shocking Bree.

"Mia, maybe we should talk to the others about this. Just so-." Bree sighs.

"No way! I trusted you with this Bree. I don't want the others getting involved." Mia says giving Bree a pointed look.

"Why not?" Bree asks.

"Because, like you said, it's Christmas. We don't want to cast a dark cloud over the island, do we?" Mia says, a playful smirk on her face.

"Ok. So, do you wanna help me bake some Christmas cookies?" Bree asks.

"Christmas cookies? You can cook?" Mia gasps in a mock shocked tone, receiving a glare back from Bree.

"Relax. I'm kidding. Sure, I'm in." Mia says as the two of them stand up and begin to head towards the kitchen.

"As long as you don't cook them with your hands again." Bree adds as the two of them reach the kitchen.

"Ah, but that's the best part!" Mia whines in a mock hurt voice, a small smirk on her face.

"So Bob, do you now understand what a reindeer is?" Adam asks as he and Bob sit in the cafeteria.

"It's just a horse with twigs on it's head! I don't get it!" Bob sighs, making Adam groan and slam his head on the table.

"Come on Bob. I want you to understand Christmas." Adam sighs.

"Well maybe Bree could help me." Bob suggests with a shrug.

"How?" Adam asks, a confused look on his face.

"Four words, me, her, Mistletoe." Bob says with a smirk.

"Bob, that's thr-you know what. You go for it buddy." Adam says patting him on the back.

"What did you guys do?! Look at this place!" Chase gasps as he walks into the mentors quarters, only to find the kitchen covered in flour and dough.

"She did it!" Bree and Mia shout, both of them pointing to the opposite person.

"Oh come on Chase, lighten up. It's the holidays." Mia says with a shrug.

"Yes, it's the holidays. Not 'let's trash the kitchen' days! I'm gonna go get a mop!" Chase groans as he begins to walk towards the door.

When he turns around, Mia grabs a ball of uncooked dough and throws it at the back of his head, causing it to crumble down his jacket.

"Did you just throw that at me?" He asks as he turns towards her, a stern look on his face.

"Dough ball fight!" Mia shouts, receiving odd looks from both her siblings.

"What? There's no snow, but there is dough. Dough ball fight." She explains with a shrug.

"Sure. Here Bree." Chase says as he hands Bree a dough ball, a small smirk on his face.

"Guys...what are you doing?" Mia asks, a scared look on her face.

"Charge!" Bree and Chase yell, both of them with dough balls in their hands.

"Ahh! Help! Adam, hit Chase again!" Mia screams as she runs out of the living quarters, a slight smile on her face.

"Why did I just see Mia screaming as she ran like her life depended on it out of here?" Leo asks as he walks into the room.

"Oh, we were just cheering her up." Bree says, smirking over at Chase.

"I go to the mainland for one day!" Leo groans flopping onto the couch.

"I wouldn't-." Bree gasps as Leo stands up, only to find his pants covered in dough and flour.

"Sit there." She sighs.

"These are new pants!" Leo whines.

"Merry Christmas Leo."