𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐊𝐎𝐕 was the type of girl who wouldn't take shit from anyone.
𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐄 was the type of guy who would give her hell just to spite her.
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❝𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭 �...
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𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔞 𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔨𝔩𝔦𝔫
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"Nik, I don't see why we have to buy gifts for every single one of them."
"Because it's Christmas, and they're your friends!"
"I don't have friends."
"Come on."
Nikolai grabs my arm and drags me into the mall.
"I don't want to spend my last day with you shopping and going to some stupid party!" I complain.
"Anastasia, stop whining. This is the right thing to do."
I give up, letting him pull out his list of people to get gifts for. "Let's start with Jackie."
"Oh, she'll be easy to buy for," I shrug. We decide on a diamond bracelet for her.
For Mrs. Forman, I purchase the new blender that she's had her eyes on. Mr. Forman's gift is a tool kit. Eric's present is a cassette player for the car (the one he apparently didn't get on his birthday), and Donna's is a Todd Rundgren record. For Fez, I get a whoopee cushion, something he's been asking for nonstop. Kelso's is two cases of beer, while Hyde's is one of those necklaces with a bead in the center that he tends to sport, engraved with a specific Russian word I thought fit him.
"And now that we're done, can we go home and binge-eat Double-Stuf Oreos?" I plead.
He stares down at me and laughs as he shakes his head fondly. "Sorry, Ana. You need to keep your stomach empty so you can eat with the Formans and compliment your neighbor's cooking."
I huff, leaving the store and starting on my way home.
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Listen, I'm hot as it is, okay? But I'm even hotter in a tight-fitting sweater. Which is why that's what I decide to wear. After returning from the mall, my brother and I split off to get ready.
I settle on the only Christmas sweater I have, a turtleneck patterned with red, white, and green. I pair it with some high-waisted bell-bottoms, tie my dark hair into a bun, and slip on some black combat boots.
Getting ready takes much longer than I expect. I know that Laurie will be at the party, so I'm sure she'll keep Nikolai busy. We heft the bags of boxes into our arms and somehow gracefully float over to the Formans' home. Kitty helps us out as soon as she sees us.
She grabs the presents for her and Red while shooing us off to go downstairs. We go down, careful not to slip. Everyone in the gang except Kelso, who isn't there, turns their heads towards us. Jackie, Laurie, and Donna feast their eyes on my brother, and I honestly can't blame them. He looks amazing in the outfit he's chosen for himself.
