cookies

1: the cookie ninja

A plate of cookies sits in the middle of the hallway.

A lone plate, covered in cute flowers and puppies, holding the most delicious cookies ever tasted in dorm room history.

The plot twist? No one knows who makes them. They just show up in the middle of the hallway once A week. There is no pattern to their appearance so no can stay up all night to catch them.

One particular boy, Forrest, was very interested in the cookies. They were the best cookies he, or anyone else for that matter, had ever tasted and they usually showed up in front of his door. In fact, he was almost glad he had such an early class because he usually got first dibs on the mysterious cookie plate. This week, he decided, he was going to catch the magical cookie ninja, even if it was the last thing he did.

On Saturday, he stayed up all night, looking through his peephole.

Nothing.

Sunday morning, he was exhausted, as any boy who didn't sleep all night should be.

Now, in your mind, repeat this process for the next two weeks. The only sleep he got was on Wednesday of the first week (where the cookies appeared again, dammit) and Thursday of the next week (anD THE COOKIES SHOWED UP AGAIN). Naturally, he started getting a little discouraged.

Today, the Sunday of the third week,  Forrest sat in the hallway outside his room, wondering if he would ever catch the wonderful cookie ninja. As he sat there, he imagined a nice big plate of those delicious cookies. Sometimes they were sugar cookies, other times they were snickerdoodles, but his all-time favorite was the chocolate chip. The way the chocolate chips melted in your mouth and the soft dough warmly caressed your tongue. And the SMELL! SWEET JESUS THE SMELL! Imagine a bed of a thousand flowers, all genetically modified to produce the smell of chocolate chip cookies. Then imagine you were laying down in said flower bed and someone was shoving one of the flowers under your nose every few seconds. Mmmmm such a wonderful thought, Forrest could practically smell them. Wait a minute, he COULD smell them. Forrest jumped up, looking up and down the hall. The smell was coming from his left, and he rushed down to find it. As it got stronger, he stopped every few doors to sniff around the door frame, trying to pick out the cookie ninjas abode.

At room 413, he stopped, listening close while softly sniffing at the door. it sounded like someone was singing inside and the cookie smell was the strongest here. he rapped his knuckles against the door, breathing heavily. he had done it! finally! after two weeks of missing classes and chugging redbull mixed with monster, he had found the home of the cookie ninja! the door swung open and...

oh no.

she

is

beautiful.

she (he guessed it was a she. the short brown hair and jeans made it hard to tell. and, not to be rude, but her chest wasn't a clear indicator either) was wearing a white cooking apron with a flowery pink trim. she carried a battered covered wooden spoon and Forrest couldn't help but blush a little. she was simply adorable, and her height just added to it. she was a good head shorter than him so he had to look down at her. she looked up at him with her cloudy grey eyes.

"um, can i help you?" she asked, giving him a polite smile. he looked a little ridiculous, all hyped up on adrenaline and standing far to close to where the door once was.

"i- uh- you- c-cookies..." Forrest stumbled through his words, blushing frightfully at the sudden presence of not only a cute girl, but a cute girl whom he had just barged in on with no real grounds for his interruption. luckily for him, she giggled, causing his heart to melt a little.

"why don't you come on in and try to loosen up your tongue a bit. i have pastries that need to come out of the oven." she moved out of the way, gesturing him to come on in. Forrest stumbled into her dorm in a sort of trance. his exhaustion PLUS the meeting of the cookie ninja PLUS the cookie ninja being a ridiculously beautiful girl simply broke him. he sat on her couch as she took the cookies out of the over. the tray held about twelve, and twelve more sat cooling on the counter. she leaned against the countertop, taking a big ol' bite out of a cool one.

she pointed at him with her cookie, "you don't talk much, do yo-"

"YOUAREVERYATTRACTIVEIAMSORRYFORBARGINGINONYOUALSOYOUMAKETHEBESTCOOKIESEVERPLEASEMARRYME" Forrest burst out, taking no time for a breath. The cookie ninja stood there, looking wide-eyed at him.

"well that contradicts my statement" she mumbled to herself. "okay, well, first of all, thank you, I spend a lot of time on the way I look. Secondly, it's fine. I needed a taste tester anyways. Thirdly, that's what I've heard. Aaaand last but not least, no. At least, not yet." she gave him an exaggerated wink and started putting the hot cookies on the cooling rack-thingy. Forrest's eyes stayed wide as the cookie-goddess handled her spatula with grace and elegance. suddenly, he stood up and started walking towards the door.

"i-im sorry I totally just barged in here you are obviously busy I need some sleep and need to study and you probably do too my names Forrest by the way I'm in dorm 420 come see me some time please you're very attractive you probably have a lot of suitors I am rambling again please forgive me ill go now" he said very quickly. So quickly, in fact, that all the cookie ninja heard was 'my name is Forrest', 'dorm 420' and 'come see me some time' before he slammed the door shut and ran back to his room.

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*throws shitty first chapter at you* eat it up, nerds.

i wrote this on the plane to san fran (and on the one back home) so it aint the best, and im not sure if i should continue it. 

also, hehe, room 420. hehehehehehehehehehe im so funny and original (please hurt me)