It's the 24th of December, the day before Christmas.
I'm on vacation with my parents in Barcelona.
Naira is in Lanzarote, the Canary Islands.
Mason is in Venice to visit his grandparents - he's an eighth Italian.
If you haven't already realised, our town is rather wealthy.
I'm packing up my suitcase in a 5-star hotel room.
Dad had a last-minute call from a big client, we need to go back early.
There's a knock at the door.
"Joshua, are you ready? We need to leave!" mum calls from the hotel corridor.
I check again for things I haven't packed yet and walk to the door, pulling my suitcase.
My parents own a private jet, dad travels a lot.
We land in Heathrow airport.
There's already a black BMW waiting in the airport pick up area.
I send a message on the group chat - with Charlotte, Gemma, Mason and Naira on it, saying that I'm back early.
Charlotte: Poor you! Miami is better than I thought.
Naira: At least you got to go! There's a storm in Lanzarote and the flight got cancelled!
Josh: You want to come to mine?
Naira: What time?
Josh: 12pm we can get lunch.
Naira: I'll be there.
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Naira arrives at 12 on the dot.
I open the door in person.
"Josh!" she screams and hugs me.
"It's only been 6 days." I try to un-cling her from me but she holds on tighter.
"So what? You've still been away." She lets me go and giggles.
I lead her into the house.
"What do you want to eat?" I ask as she takes off her shoes.
"Food." I can't see her face but I know she's smiling.
"If you're not being serious then I'll order KFC." I warn.
"Eww, but you wouldn't do that cause you hate KFC." She sticks out her tongue at me and walks in the direction of the kitchen.
"You want a drink?" I ask, wondering why.
"No. I'm going to try to cook something."
"What." I gasp.
"I can teach you if you like." She opens the kitchen door.
I guess it'll be OK the learn how to cook.
I know how to cook macaroni cheese, it's easy, but things like spaghetti meatballs, Nu-uh.
The other thing about cooking with Naira, is that I could also flirt with her.
"What ingredients do you have?" she asks, opening the fridge.
"Everything."
She starts teaching me how to make burger patties by hand.
I got assigned the job of shaping the patties while she fries them.
"Can you look after this for me, please? I need to go to the bathroom." She wipes her hands on a towel.
"Is this a promotion." I wiggle my eyebrows.
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Teen Fiction15 year old Naira is clever and top of most things in her year. Josh is a son of rich business parents but doesn't really care about anything in the house. Mason is a smart boy and an extrovert. They are all bestfriends but some awkward things hap...
