grandma got run over by a reindeer {charlie!}

[PHOEBE QUINN]

Phoebe didn't know how she had been baking for so long if she made simple mistakes like this. Now, granted, they weren't at all frequent. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had done this. And never so near one of her favorite holidays. Not that she would be cooking for Christmas. No, she was sure that she was going to Gramma Jen's, of course. But that definitely did not need she wasn't going to make cookies, some of which were in the oven. The oven wasn't on, of course, but it was the safest place, seeing as Julia Child and now Wolfgang Puck often got into exposed food she left alone.

Her mistake? She had forgotten one of the most important factors of holiday cookies.

Frosting.

Putting on her coat and hat and mittens, she had left her dorm, locking the door after making sure the oven wasn't on so the cookies wouldn't burn. On the quad, there were some people playing football. Young people. How silly, didn't they know they could freeze in this weather? She said nothing, though, just carried a rather disapproving look not directed at the teenagers until she was off the campus.

The store was surprisingly quiet and empty as she went down the pretty equally empty baking aisle. Luckily, there was a few frosting packages left of every color, so she bought one of each and went back to campus. Okay, maybe she stopped and got a few other presents for Liam and Jamie, but it wasn't all that much. And it's not like she had gotten a few presents for them already.

Arms filled with bags mainly consisting of things to add to the pile of things to be wrapped, she shivered as she stepped back on the quad, forgetting about the teenagers playing football. She was just determined to get these bags back and finish the cookies.

[CHARLIE BLITZER]

Charlie could occasionaly be imprudent.

Take today, for example. Charlie had been on a jog around the Barrie University campus, in just a tshirt and shorts. That was mistake number one. Now, being the reincarnation of a reindeer certainly took some of the edge off the biting winds, but Charlie was (mostly) human. Her toes were tingling and a bright red color was splattered over her cheeks and ears, the tip of her nose more like Rudolph then Blitzen. Charlie chuckled at the irony of it. Looking back, Charlie realized she probably should have taken at leastof half of Brandie's advice. While there was no way charlie was going to not run, it might have been smart to put a coat on. Or maybe not a coat. A hoodie would've been nice.

Cursing her stupidity, Charlie regretted, once again, not listening to Brandon. He always seemed to know what he was talking about when it came to giving her advice and Charlie marveled at his level of caring for her. Shoot, without him, Charlie would've ended up in the hospital multiple times from stupid accidents. But hey, that's what best friends were for, right?

Mistake number two was coming up. Rounding on the quad, Charlie saw a bunch of guys, probably Barrie freshmen judging on their looks, were tossin the ole pigskin around. Tackle style, to. The outgoing little spirit she was, Charlie ran right into their game and caught the ball, leaving some acne-ridden guy dumbfounded. "Hey guys! I'm Charlie! Can I play?" Charlie grinned as she held the football, watching as the guys' facial expeessions changed from peeved, to impressed, to trying to hold back the drool. Charlie was a good lookin girl and she knew that (most) guys loved it when a girl could keep up. "Uh...yeah! Of course!" One of the guys finally answered, tossing in a cocky grin. "You can be a wide receiver, we're short one." Cocky guy said, shooting a look at Pizza Face. Obviously, he (Cocky Guy) wasn't too pleased that Pizza Face got showed up by a girl. "Fine by me," Charlie grinned, rubbing her hands together in anticipation. She was gonna kick some asses.

For the next forty five minutes, Charlie stormed the field. The guys were thouroughly impressed as Charlie earned touchdown after touchdown, hopped right back up after a tackle (which they had finally started doing. Charlie liked being treated fair and god it was annoying when they treated her like a damn porcelin doll) and even took down some guys herself. It was always an annoying long process, but Charlie had once again proved to be one of the guys.

"Blitzer! Go long!" Cocky Guy, whose name was Luke Bryan, shouted as he began to pull back. Charlie responded immediately, tearing down the field as lithe as a deer. With proper technique, Charlie looked back over her shoulder, arms stretched out, as the ball zoomed into her waiting hands. There were shouts of triumph from behind her and just as Charlie was turning her head, she ran into something. Or, someone. They both fell to the ground and the girl's bags went flying, as did the football. "Oh my lord I'm so sorry!" Charlie fretted, her accent coming on thick. "I can't believe I just ran into you like that, I'm such a jerk, oh lord lemme at least help you with your things!" Charlie began to put the lady's things back when she noticed what it was. "Ooooh are you making christmas cookies? I LOVE Christmas!!"