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Cupcakes (Bonus Chapter)

Cooper: get your booty over here by 7 😘

Cooper: Is that rude?

Cooper: please?

Cooper: and don't be late!!!!!!!!!

Hazel: I'm on my way

Cooper: I just quadrouple texted you omg

Hazel: You use omg?

Cooper: just get the fuck over here

Cooper: please ily

Cooper: that's a figure of speech btw

Hazel: Coop Diddy, calm down :)

Cooper: STOP THAT! WHY AREN'T YOU HERE YET IT'S PAST SEVEN

Hazel: Something came up!! Sorry!!

Cooper: 😒😒

Hazel: I'll be there in like ten minutes

Cooper: you better be 😤

Hazel: I'm in your neighbourhood

I get to Cooper's house about twenty minutes to eight, hoping he won't be too annoyed. According to him, I have a thing for being late so every time I am, he gives me this look that I've somehow learned to ignore.

When I knock on the door, he answers almost immediately with the look on his face.

"Seven, huh?"

"Hi, Coop Diddy!" See? Ignoring it.

He rolls his eyes but then let's me in, offering to take my coat. "Stop calling me that."

I rub my arms, looking around his family hallway with slight interest. There are pictures of him and his brother Scott plastered on the walls and even though Scott is two years older than him, they look so much alike. "It's cute, I can't."

"You can." He says, his voice a little bit further away. I hadn't realise he had walked past me before but he's standing at the end of the hall, near the doors leading somewhere else. "Haze? You coming?"

Quickly, I rush to join him and he smiles, perhaps at how flustered I look. "So, um what did you have in mind to do?"

His face goes a pale pink, "Well, at first I thought we might as well watch Netflix and just hang out but then I was watching the cooking channel like ten minutes ago," He looks at me pointedly. "And I decided we might as well make cupcakes."

I blink, ignoring his quip at my lateness. "Cupcakes?"

"Yeah?" Cooper almost sounds nervous. "So, um, what do you think?"

"Why not?" He releases air. "But be warned, I'm a pretty good baker."

He grins at me. "Haven't you tasted my apple pie?"

*.*.*.*

"Wait - no, add a little bit more!" Cooper complains. I purse my lips and look at the cookbook laid on the kitchen countertop in front of us.

"But the cookbook says - "

"Fuck the cookbook." He closes the book and props my arm up so the milk starts frantically pouring into the measuring jug.