Strangers||Brooklyn Gibson

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Before our lips could touch, the oven made a loud buzz, signaling the first batch was done.

We jumped apart.

"Katie, I am so so sor-"
"It's okay, Andy. It's not your fault."

"Um, Katie?"
"Yeah?" I said, looking at him.

"Do you like me?"
I looked away from him. I could feel his eyes staring at me.

"I-I don't know."
"Katie," he held my hand. "If you don't, it's okay. Whatever happens, best friends forever."
I squeezed his hand.

"Best friends forever."

I looked at him and he smiled. I've always liked Andy's smile. He has the smile that could brighten up anyone's day, especially mine.

He let go of my hand and opened the oven door.

I grabbed the oven mitts and pulled the first mold out of the oven. The smell invaded into the air, causing a sweet scent to bloom.

"It smells soo good." Andy moaned.
"I agree. I think we did it."

He smiled and started clapping his hand.

"Nice. Now let's fill it up with shaving cream!"

I grabbed the two bottles of shaving cream and handed him one. We sprayed the "cream" into the pie and started spreading it with a knife.

I opened the oven again and saw that the other batch was ready.

"Okay, now we have to carefully place the top on." I told him.
"Yeah. I'll do it."
"Okay."

I stepped back and let him place the top on.

"Perfect." He grinned.

"Andrew, we did it."
"Nice. Now let's clean this up and I'll text Jack."
"Alrighty."

I started to clean up the flour and Andy washed the appliances used.

After a few minutes of cleaning, the kitchen was finally clean.

"Bam. I texted Jack and they're on their way back, so we have to hurry and bring the pie up to our room."
I nodded and picked the pie up from the counter.

We walked hastefully up to the hotel room and I placed it on the table.

Andy flopped onto his bed. I watched him as he let out a sigh.

"Come here." He told me, patting the empty space next to him.
I laid down in the bed and he wrapped his arms around me.

"I'm sorry about earlier." He whispered.

I place my head on his chest.

"Don't be."

"D-do you still like Brooklyn?"
I sighed.

"Yeah."
He sighed and released me from his arms.

"Andy-"
"I get it."

He stood up and went to the bathroom.

I sat up and sighed.

Why did everything have to be so complicated?

I heard a knock from the door.

"Hey--pie!" Rye rushed into the room.

I bolted up and stood in front of the pie.

"Not yet, Rye Pie."
"Please." He pouted and his eyes widened.

"No, wait for the others."
He sighed and nodded, sitting down in the bed.

Jack, Mikey, and Loren came into the room. Mikey sat down next to me, while the others scattered throughout the room.