#flarrie

Carrie paused at that, because she was honestly about to suggest a spa certificate-it was always a safe bet with her. Plus she could bring Flynn with her and they could make a day of it. “Hmmm, well you could get me the new Valentino purse, but they’re too pricey for me to even think about purchasing. Sorry for having expensive taste.” 

“You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t,” Flynn replied. “But I don’t think I have the budget for a designer brand. Though it has given me an idea.” 

“What would you like?” Carrie asked. 

“I mean if unlimited access to the McQueen collection was possible, I’d say that,” Flynn sighed. “But otherwise? I think I’d be happy with Chappell Roan on vinyl.” 

“Nothing else?” Carrie asked-she did love to spoil Flynn, and she had the funds to do so. It was just that Flynn didn’t want her to spend her (well her dad’s) money spoiling her, not wanting to be seen as a sugar baby or a golddigger. Carrie really admired that about her, but it still made it difficult to buy her things. 

“Not unless you can give me a white christmas,” Flynn joked. “I haven’t seen snow since the year we got stuck at my nanna’s for Christmas in Colorado.” 

“How old were you?” Carrie asked. 

“Eleven?” Flynn guessed. “It was the last year we went out there, since nanna went into a home after that. But I loved getting to see snow, enjoy all the stuff I heard about on old records.” 

“I mean if you want we could go somewhere with snow for the holidays,” Carrie suggested. 

“Our families would never let us hear the end of it if we did,” Flynn sighed. “Plus the band has that New Years Eve gig that I have to be back for.” 

Carrie slumped-of course Flynn would put everything before herself. Never one to disappoint others, never thinking of herself. It was infuriating and adorable, and ruined the idea of whisking her off to the Alps for the holidays. She would have to think of something else. 

Thankfully, Carrie had a flood of resources at her fingertips, and with a phone call, she had a plan-Flynn would never know what hit her. 

Christmas morning, they woke up together. Their home was bedecked in reds, greens, and golds, looking like iit came out of a magazine. But it still felt homey-a far cry from the sterile home Carrie grew up in, or the chintzy vibe Flynn’s parents preferred. 

They opened presents by their fake fireplace; sipping coffee and enjoying pastries-the one area Flynn allowed indulgence and spoiling-she did love her java and baked goods. She thanked Carrie for the record, though she did roll her eyes at it being signed, along with tickets to the next show. “I said no spoiling!” 

“You said no such thing,” Carrie refuted. “Plus I love her too, so it’s a present for the both of us really.” 

“So you don’t want your gift?” Flynn sing-songed, swinging a large bag on her fingertips. 

“I didn’t say that.” 

With that, Carrie snatched the bag, tearing away the paper, and gasped as she pulled the fabric from inside it. “Did you make this?” 

“Of course,” Flynn beamed. It had taken weeks-thank goodness she already had Carrie’s measurements from using her as a model through school. But it had still been a labour of love to create the gorgeous sparkly pink dress that Carrie was holding up to her. 

The colours faded from a hot pink to the softest petal pink, bedecked with sparkles, and swirling silver thread. A high leg slit on one side, with only one arm, and some cheeky cut outs on the other. It screamed Carrie, and she was sure it would look amazing on her. 

“Flynnie, it’s magical, I love it,” Carrie said, her eyes watery. “I love you.” 

“Love you too Care Bear.” 

They shared a few kisses then-with Carrie hanging her dress up to admire, and to avoid wrinkles. She would love to wear it today but it was a bit too dressy for their family visits. But she bet it would look amazing when they attended the Phantoms show on New Years, especially with Flynn on her arm. 

“So, I do have one more present for you.” Carrie said as they got ready to go out on their rounds. 

“Carrie…” 

“You made me a dress,” Carrie said. “So you can shush about spoiling me, little miss fashion designer. It’s not McQueen, but I hope you like it anyway.” 

With that, she opened the door and beamed as Flynn gasped. Because their front yard looked like a winter wonderland. Everything was covered in the realest looking fake snow Carrie could find. Plus decorations on the few trees they had, sparkling and lovely. 

“Care…” Flynn looked at her. “How?” 

“I called in a few favours,” Carrie said with a shrug. 

“With who? Santa?” Flynn giggled, reaching out to touch the snow. “It’s cold!” 

“Yeah, I think they sprayed it with cooling stuff,” Carrie said. “I know it’s not a real white Christmas like you asked for..”

“No, it’s better,” Flynn assured her. “This is…truly magical Carrie. I don’t think you know how much this means to me.” 

“I think I do,” Carrie said. “Now will you please let me spoil you more often?” 

“We can talk about it,” Flynn conceded. “But you can always keep surprising me.”