(This one story made me look up, 'can soup catch on fire.'..so...you're welcome. Requested by serena-harper)

https://youtu.be/iQWwCaAmV24

"Stampy, you can't come, for the last time!"

"Oh, and why not?"

Stacy plays sighed in meek frustration and brushes a strand of dark caramel brown hair own of her eyes.

"Because! You're coughing and sneezing and you need to stay home!" She stated, speed-walking over to the kitchen just as two slices of toast popped out, smoky and crisp.

That morning, in the small sea-side cabin in which all of the youtubers shared sometimes, although it was mainly Stampy's home, Stampy had come down with a cold, although he hated to admit it.

Mainly, and more importantly normally, their seaside house-side would be filled to the brim with crisp bubbling electric seafoam teal waves that foamed and splashed against the shimmering warm beige colored sand, but now a thin blanket of snow covered the plains and hills.

Not to mention the lake was basically frozen over, only some of the sand melted and showing, being mixed in with the chilly murky transitioning water.

Stacy mainly thought this was how Stampy had attained his cold, but nonetheless, it meant he couldn't come with them today.

"But I'm not feeling too bad, honestly! I don't see why I shouldn't come to see Dawson with you and Lizzie and Sparklez and Dan!"

(In this story Jesse managed to bring back Dan and Sparklez okay don't ask...;-;)

At once, Stampy coughed, covering his mouth with his pale ghostly-looking arm, still in his pjs. (An oversized yellow-orange hoodie flipped down, showing his messy unbrushed caramel colored hair, and light warm sky blue and tan trimmed pj pants with small yellow-orange cats on them.)

Stacy sighed.

"See, you just need to rest today. It's just a bit of baking, me and Lizzie and Dan are going over to get Dawson with her ingredients for the Christmas celebration, and then we're coming back here and baking it!"

"But Dawson's house is next to ours! The houses are basically connected, Stacy!"

"No!"

"But I don't see why I can't help."

Stacy sighed once again.

"Okay, lie down on the couch, Stampy."

Stacy had him lie down on the light brown terra cotta colored couch, taking off his hoodie, leaving a simple light marigold pj shirt and pulling a small soft blanket over him.

With no complaining, Stampy lay down, and Stacy was shocked when within only a few seconds he seemed to be out like a light.

She looked around, the place, all full of oak wood and lighted up with crisp burning torches, the couch against a wall and facing the oak wooden countertop and stools and entire kitchen, which led to the glass sliding pane back door.

Stacy walked over to the kitchen, biting down on the toast and whipping up some quick foamy hot cocoa for her friend, and as she placed it down beside him, and she smiled.

She also got him a navy blue washcloth, just in case. Usually Squaishy would be taking care of him, since, you know, they were dating, but she was currently out of town, so Stacy would have to do.

"Bye Stampy," She smiled, proud of herself for being such a good caretaker, and she silently slipped outside where Lizzie and Dan were waiting for her.

~~

The sound of a doorbell made Stampy start and sit up sleepily, his head pounding and his eyes bleary. The smell of vanilla overwhelmed him, and he saw the hot cocoa by the side of the couch.

"Oh," He said simply, taking a sip. Stacy had rushed with it quite a bit, but it still tasted good, warming up his insides.

Stumbling while attempting to stand up, Stampy sleepily made his way over to the sliding back door and opened it.

Outside was a smaller girl with dark Persian blue, almost cyan tinted hair that was messily tied down into a low ponytail, wearing a light blue-grey oversized sweater and some furry coal colored boots.

In her arms she held a bag of sugar, flower, and some cookie dough, along with a few mugs of hot cocoa.

"Oh, hello," Stampy said simply, trying to trill his usual bubbly hello but to no avail. The girl looked shellshocked and starstuck.

"You're Stampy, right? Dawson told me we'd be baking here today...is she...here?" She looked past Stampy into the torch-lit cabin/home, but Stampy saw her eyes were almost foggy with something, and her cheeks were splashed with coral, as well as her face.

It was probably just from the cold.

"Oh, sure, they're going to be back soon but please, come in! The kitchen's right there to your left." Stampy backed up to let her inside the warm house.

She awkwardly made her way inside, closing the door softly behind her. The cold from outside seeped inside and, no match for the warm house, melted and dissolved, leaving Stampy shivering.

She put her blue-grey coat on the door, just wearing a simple watermelon pink-and midnight-blue striped shirt, and she removed a mint colored scarf and beanie from around her neck and head, placing them on a small wooden hook.

"How long until she-s, you said she'll be right back, s-sorry...anyway, you c-can, my name, yep. Serena." She gingerly placed the ingredients on the counter and sat on one of the sky blue cushioned stool, her face flushed.

"Hey, are you okay..." Stampy asked, sitting on the couch, his head pounding still, and he had to rest his head on the pillow Stacy had placed down for him.

"Oh! Yes! I'm just...you're Stampy! I know Dawson's told me about you, like, a hundred times, and I'm a big fan, you know?" She beamed, looking more relaxed now, but more excited.

"Oh, well, thank you!" Stampy tried to smile at her as well, but ended up coughing, his head hurting once again. He sighed.

"Oh," Serena mumbled, looking back at the counter. "I could make you some soup, if you wanted! I'm great at making soup!" She was blushing again.

"Oh, no, I'm okay, I should be able to handle it, seriously-" Suddenly Stampy stumbled from standing up too swiftly.

He didn't even know he had passed out until he blinked away some dust and stared at the birch colored ceiling. Serena was standing over him, pressing the navy blue washcloth to his forehead, a look of panic on her face.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

Before he could answer, she had helped him up and propped him against the couch. She took the blanket from the couch and put it again over the youtuber. Shoving the hot cocoa into his hands, Serena put her hands on her hips.

"I'll make you some soup."

No other thing to be said, Serena went to the kitchen, filling up a small metal pot with water and placing it on the stove.

Swiftly grabbing some soup in another birch kitchen cabinet, Serena poured in the cold chicken soup and put up the heat, just a little bit.

"I'm gonna go get you another washcloth, the other one's kinda dry now," She stated, leaving the pot unattended and taking the small cloth.

"The bathroom's to your right and there's a wooden cloth cabinet next to that," Stampy stated, yawning and laying back down, sleep overwhelming the taller youtuber.

Meanwhile, Serena was already getting a new washcloth, and her eyes gleamed with pure excitement.

She was taking care of Stampy cat. Actually. Stampy Cat! All of the stories and spending hours watching his channel. She had been so shellshocked; had she looked okay? Was her hair combed enough. Maybe he has a girlfriend, sure, Serena realized with a painful pang.

But she barely even knew him anyways.

Just some videos she had watched for hours sometimes to feel better, some merchandise she had stood in line for hours to buy, or...

Serena sighed, realizing her face was now a light bubblegum shade.

If this was her idol, she would try as hard as she could to help him get better.

Serena wet the washcloth underneath the sink's tap, and heard...bubbling? Like a sharp crisp flickering-

And oh crap the stove is on fire.

Sprinting over to the kitchen, Serena had time to make out the wooden surroundings of the house, the sliding glass door, the ceiling, Stampy sleeping, the stove on fire, and a tan brown mass before she tripped.

"Aa!"

She glanced up to see a dog, one of Stacy's many many dogs licking at her face excitedly, the watermelon pink tongue glazing over her cheek, her tan fur ruffled in excitement, the dog's royal blue eyes excited, and her pointed ears tilted.

"Oh! Hi there! I just need to-"

Serena stood up and lowered the heat, cupping her hands in the kitchen sink. Almost right away, the flames ate up the water and became higher.

"Ah!"

The dog, Page, scrambled out of the way, her ears flat against her tan colored head, her head tilted curiously to one side.

Serena almost grabbed one of the sky light blue towels Stacy had hanging over the cabinets but thought better of it.

Instead she swiftly took the lid of the pot and placed it (okay, slammed it down basically,) over the pot. The fire took a minute to die down, and the girl sighed.

Oh lordie above.

Small droplets of water clung to the top of the pot, its warm inviting chicken soup content bubbling underneath.

Outside, rain was starting to fall onto the snow (it happens okay,) making some of it melt off, letting the sand from the beaches show, along with some shrinking coral colored roses and some moss.

Serena smiled warmly at the scene, then finished up the kind of basically poorly made soup.

She hadn't noticed that some of the smoke had already reached the small sprinklers above...

BEEP. BEEP.

Serena screamed as water spluttered out of the kitchen's sprinklers, dousing her clothing and the small wooden kitchen itself. This time grabbing a towel, she waved it up and down until the smoke had dispersed into nothing but the sprinkles winding down, dampening her clothing.

The girl let out a big sigh of relief.

Maybe hot cocoa was the way to go.

Brushing along his empty cup towards the kitchen, she grabbed the cocoa maker and simply put in the milk..some chocolate, and a few sprinkles of cocoa and marshmallows.

She waited for a minute before realizing the blanket that had been on the couch was now on the ground, dirty, being torn up by the big tan brown dog.

"Ah! No! Page!"

She grabbed the blanket and tugged at it, while Page was whipping her fluffy terra cotta ears and head back to secure her hold on the blanket, her claws scrabbling against the oak wooden flooring.

Then all at once Page let out and Serena fell backwards, holding the couch's blanket in her hands. The girl grumbled and stood up, feeling flustered and torn as Page licked the side of her own mouth and flopped down beside the door, yawning.

So now all she had to do was get some hot cocoa, which, as she checked, was quite watery but was good enough as anything.

"Here," She said simply, placing the warm chicken soup, hot cocoa, and blanket next to Stampy, awkwardly looking back at the slightly burnt stove.

"I'm so...I just, I messed it all up..."

The youtuber sat up, turning his hands clockwise to wipe away the bleary sleep in his eyes.

Serena looked down at the terra cotta wooden floor, embarrassed. She had with nothing to impress him but a cold washcloth, some burnt soup, some spilled hot chocolate, and a torn-up blanket.

"No no! It looks great, I promise," He complimented her, taking the hot cocoa almost immediately and smiling as it warmed his throat.

Serena blushes heavily, her skin turning a coral splashed color for the maybe fourth time now that she was here.

Of course.

Stampy moved over so she could sit and simply smiled at her, thanking her for the soup and the blanket, along with the washcloth and the hot cocoa.

"I know it's been kinda hard to make these, but I know it's not easy to try and make your hero admire you. Honestly, you did a good job. A lot of people get nervous in front of their heroes, and they crumble. Heh, kinda like cookie dough. But I'm just a person, you know. We all are."

Some of Serena's dark blue hair fell in front of her face, embarrassed. Her neck became warm. How did the youtuber know? Had she been that obvious?

Stampy, noticing her sadness almost, reached over a grabbed a cookie from the table that Dan always seemed to leave behind here.

"Want one?" He asked to her, and Serena smiled and took one.

For the rest of the afternoon the two mainly chatted about Winter and the upcoming festival, as well as the masquerade ball that came along with it.

At one point they decided to watch TV, and Serena felt much more relaxed. She should've been more relaxed. He was just a person, just like her.

The sky became a lighter coral or pink, speckled with violet and mint, blue-grey and white spotted clouds. Only a few hours had gone by. Finally, Stacy basically kicked open the glass door.

"Honey we're home!" Lizzie and Sparklez trilled out in perfect unison, sticking their respectively coral rose hair and black hair through the door, all snuggled both in navy blue raincoats.

In the back were Dan and Dawson, this time Dan's hair being a light sky baby blue, while Dawson's hair was still its simple dirty blonde swoop of straight and ever so slightly wavy mixed hair.

"We have the products!" She announced, holding up bunches of soft easily crumbling cookie dough, all excited to be baking, her blue-grey teal eyes sparkling with ecstasy.

Soon, the kitchen smelled of soft cookie dough, vanilla, cinnamon, and of course, pumpkin pie, courtesy of Stacy.

"We'll have to bake these quickly, before Joey and Liza get whiff and come eating everything," Lizzie joked at one point, nodding to both of their friends, which were probably filming Joey's new murder mystery show now.

(I'm sorry don't kill me ;-;)

The kitchen was now sparkling clean, also helpful from Stacy, and Lizzie and Dan had now finished up most or at least of the baking.

About half-way into it, Serena had sat next to her friend, her eyes looking quite a bit misty, her face and mannerisms very fluttery.

"Are you okay?" The blue-eyed girl asked Serena as she snapped back, and Serena nodded, snapping her gaze away from the British youtuber.

Her friend sighed, not in any way dreamily, but just in thought, placing her head in her hands.

"You know...I think you two would make good friends," She commented, smiling sweetly, and Serena beamed.

The two were now friends.

Well...it was a start.

COUNTDOWN: 12 DAYS