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Friday May 11
"Fuck off James" I said as he nudged me.
"Geez someone's in a pissy mood today, it's not like you, what's wrong" he asked with sympathy
"Ugh, nothing." I said rolling my eyes
"C'mon tell me we're best friends right." He said with his signature close eyed smile.
"FINE, it just feels like everyone's on my dick today." I said highly annoyed.
"What does that mean." He asked.
"It means that I feel like the entire universe is against me." I said back
"Oh. Why" He said sadly
"Well, my goldfish died this morning, I ran out of coffee, Mr. Klebeck didn't put in my grade for the test, the list goes on." I listed
"Oh..Hey I'll tell you what, I'll make my signature cinnamon pecan pancakes for you." He said cheerfully
"REALLY." I stopped walking.
He stopped too I hugged him.
"I swear, you can make anybody's day better." I said continuing walking.
"Yeah, sure why not we have to get our part of the group project done anyway. So we can join with the rest of the group." He said trying to keep up with my skipping.
James was the happy go lucky, innocent high schooler who seemed to always be in a good mood. He was the type of guy who you could tell anything. What was cool about his was that he could cook, really well. So when were up late doing homework/ ranting about how various music artists' merchandise is to expensive, he'd teach me how to modify my ramen into a 5 or 4 star dish.
I unlocked the door and walked in.
"Hey mom, James is over.....so don't do anything weird."
"Okay hun." She said back.
"Hi, Mrs. Meyer." James said cheerfully
"Oh hi, James" my mom said waving
"Is it okay if I make my cinnamon pecan pancakes." He asked my mother.
"Sure, as long as you make me some for me" my mom said happily.
James got to cooking. An amazing scent filled the room. I got up and walked over it him and looked over his shoulder. I had to stand on my tippy toes because he's taller than me.
"What are you doing." He asked not breaking eye contact with the delicious pancakes
"Trying to figure out the secret of cooking." I said observing his skills.
He chuckled
"I need it, I can only cook cereal and Mac and cheese." I said back
" No I'm sure you're great at cooking, you just need to practice." He said with a close eyed smile.
God, how are you so happy all the time. I swear I can really learn some things from you.
He finished making the pancakes and placed them on a plate. I sprinted over to the table and snatched two pancakes and sat down.
"Geez, are they really that good." He asked looking at me.
"Yes." I tried to say while snarfing down the pancakes.
"Wait, I'm not done" He said reaching into a bag of powdered sugar.
He took a pinch of powdered sugar and sprinkled it onto the half eaten pancakes.
"Now they're instagram ready." He said with a close eyed smile.
Tell me your god damn secrets.
