Something About Thanksgiving

Started: Oct. 3rd

Finished: Nov. 8th

Words: 912

Sam x Jess

“Okay, so I know you don’t like Halloween,” Jess turned to look over her shoulder, smiling at the blindfolded giant being dragged behind her, “So I thought we could focus on a different holiday.”

Sams’ brows were creased with confusion, but a smile tugged at his lips as he was led into their dining room, “Oh? And what other holiday is there in October?”

Jess’ smile widened as she stopped, positioning the brunette at the end of the dining table, before gently removing the blindfold, “Ta-da!”

“W-what…” Sams’ eyes were wide as he starred at the table – it was a whole Thanksgiving feast: turkey, stuffing, mashed potatoes, cranberry sauce, and about half a million sides. He was surprised she got it all to fit on the table, and that the old foldable table hadn’t collapsed under the weight. “Jess,” he turned to his girl, confusion clouding his face, “This is Thanksgiving.”

“I know.” Jess gently pushed him down into a chair, “In Canada they celebrate Thanksgiving in October,” she shrugged, taking the seat beside him, “so I thought maybe we could make that our tradition.”

Sam tore his eyes away from the food to look up at the blonde, confusion still evident on his face, “But… what are we gonna celebrate in November?”

Jess’ smile slightly faded at the question, “Y-you don’t know?”

She sighed in disappointment as his face stayed the same, holding her head in her hands, “You’re right,” she stood, grabbing one of the dishes from the table, “This was a stupid idea.”

“Whoa, hey,” he stood, taking the dish, searching her eyes, “What’d I do?”

She studied his face, impatience growing, “You really can’t think of anything important in November? No important dates come to mind?”

Sam blinked in surprise before thinking, chewing his lip slightly as he did so, before shaking his head, “No, not really. Why?”

Jess rolled her eyes, stealing the dish back, “Oh, great. Good to know I mean nothing,” she stomped away into the kitchen.

“Whoa, what?” He followed her through the door, and she could feel his eyes on her back as she faced the counter, “What are you talking about?”

She took a deep breath before turning back to face him, “Our anniversary is in November, dumb-ass.”

Sam chuckled, “Oh.”

“Oh?” She crossed her arms across her chest, “That’s all you’ve got to say?”

He chuckled again, coming closer, wrapping his arms around her waist, “Our anniversary isn’t in November.”

“Yes it is. We met the first week of classes.”

Sams’ grin grew and he pulled her closer, shaking his head, “Nooo…”

“Uh, yes.” She took a few steps back, just out of his grasp, “How can you not remember? First day of class was November 2nd.”

He chuckled again, bringing her hand to his lips, peppering it with kisses, “I mean, that was the first week of class, but we met before that.”

“What?” She gave him an incredulous look, stealing her hand back, “No we didn’t.”

He nodded, taking another few steps closer, “Yes we did. We met at Johnny’s Halloween party.”

“What? No,” she shook her head, taking a step back, back hitting the counter, “The only guy I talked to at that party was blonde, and a complete mess. He claimed he was dressed as Ferris Bueller, but looked more like a trying-too-hard-jock to me. He ended up puking in the punch bowl before passing out on Sabrinas’ bed.”


She gave him a pointed look, “There is no way you’re going to convince me that that was you.”

He laughed, “Don’t you remember who came to collect said hot-mess after the party?”

She snorted, “Yeah. One of the gangliest guys’ I’ve ever seen.” she blinked in surprise, starring up at the giant, “No… no way that was you! You’re so…” she ran her eyes down his body, “muscular.”

He surged forward, wrapping her back up, “C’mon… you’ve never heard of working out?”

“I just didn’t think-” she let out a low whistle, “Damn. How could I not of known that was you?”

He placed a kiss to her forehead, “Like you said I was pretty gangly. You were way out of my league…” he smirked before pulling her by the hand back toward the dining room, “Or, so you thought.”

“Hey,” she swatted his arm, “You know that’s not why I’m with you.”

“I know,” he wrapped his arms around her again, leaning his head down to rest on her shoulder, “But I bet it helps.”

She let out a huff, starring at all the food, “What are we supposed to do now?”

“Well…” the giant eyed the bowl of mashed potatoes and smiled, before collecting her hair from her shoulders.

Jess raised an eyebrow at him, but took the hint and tied her hair up. Mischievous smile on his face, he made his way toward the table, sticking his hand into them, pulling out a fistful of potato with a wet smack. He raised an eyebrow at her, crooked smile on his face.

She shook her head, taking a few steps toward the table, “I went to all this work to cook all this food,” She gestured to the table, “I cooked literally everything.”

The smile slid from his face, and he replaced the potatoes, “…Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” She picked up the dish of peas, scooping some into the spoon, smirking at him, “That just means it’s your job to clean up.”

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