DON'T JUDGE

TWENTY-TWO

(Scarlet)

Jordie and I were at his apartment again. We shuffled around the kitchen grabbing ingredients. I sure as hell can't cook. But I've learned over the past few weeks that Jordie was a freaking chef. His food made me moan and savor each bit.

Since I screwed up trying to make pancakes with him last week I only got to watch. I guess pancakes weren't suppose to be black or crunchy. Oops, my bad.

I helped him anyways. I stood in the pantry trying to haul the huge heavy flour bag off the shelf. Jordie stood behind me watching me struggle and laughed. I nudged his shoulder out of breath,

"Jerk. Why don't you pick up the flour? "

He shrugged and moved past me towards the bag,

"Fine."

Jordie squatted and picked up the packet. Little did we know it was upside down. Flour fell everywhere. We were completely white. He cupped my cheek and moved closer. My heart was beating like crazy. He smiled and gently wiped the flour off my lips with his thumb. I giggled and ran my hands through his Einstein white hair shaking out flour. He yanked me off the floor and carried me on his back.

Jordie carried me outside to rinse off with the water hose. The water wasn't freezing because it was super hot outside but it was still cold. I screamed and ran as Jordie aimed it at me again. He caught up to me capturing me in his arms. He aimed the water up in the air. My hair dripped and my clothes were soaked. He handed me the hose and ran. I chased him breathing hard and laughing my ass off. He tripped and I caught up to him. I sprayed him and he screeched like a girl. We dried off and went back inside.

Luckily there was a extra container of flour. Mopping up the flour took me the time until the cookies were ready. Jordie pulled them out of the oven. I took a deep breath and smelled the sweet sugar. He took three and placed them on a fancy plate. We walked over to my apartment because he insisted that we should give my mom the cookies while they were fresh. My mom took the plate from Jordie and thanked him.

We walked back to his apartment. I picked up one of the cookies and was about to take a bite but Jordie yelled,

"Wait! Wait! Wait! "

Jordie ran away into another room while I stood there my mouth gaping with the cookie a few inches away. He ran back with a camera.

" I have to get a picture of your first bite."

I took a bite. Holy-wow they're amazing. I realized he was waiting for a reaction. I scrunched up my nose in a playful way. He snapped a picture.

"By the way that was the third picture. Your first picture was priceless. "

He laughed and showed me my picture. My hair was knotted and sticking up in random places. My eyes were closed. I reached for the camera,

" Oh my god. Delete it! Delete it! "

He pulled away,

" Your crazy if you think I'm deleting it. "