Sincerely, Yours

Nostalgia

"Wait! This isn't fair! Jaden!!!!" I yelled. Jaden had locked me out of the room since I was annoying him and apparently I 'snatched all the blankets'. It was literally 4:17 AM. I knocked on the door loudly, "Jaden!" Just then, I heard the door beside the room open. "What the hell?" Addison asked. "You okay?" 

I shook my head, "No! Jaden locked me out of the room because I was sleeping with all the blankets on me." She sighed, "Oh, Sav. That guy's literally the definition of taking all the blankets. He's probably just still mad at you for eating the last chocolate cupcake yesterday." I replied apathetically, "Yeah, but he's supposed to get over it. It's a frickin' cupcake, Addi. A cupcake." She nodded, "I know. But he's really protective when it comes to his cupcakes."

I nodded, knocking on the door again but quietly. She smiled, "But obviously not as protective of cupcakes as he is of you, Sav. You're literally so special. He never even used to defend Clara as much as he does with you. He really likes you, Savannah." I shook my head, "Addi, for the last time, we're friends, okay? We're nothing more." She disagreed, "Nope. He looks at you like you're his everything. Plus, you told me that he said he wanted to 'protect you from all the pain', how is that not a dude crushing on you?" 

I rolled my eyes, "Drop it, Addi. We're friends. Even if he liked me as more, I'd tell him that I'd prefer to be his friend. Plus, I'm not in a place right now to date someone." She nodded, "Fine. Let's just agree to disagree. Good luck with the door thing. If you need any extra blankets and pillows to sleep outside then I'm right here." I smiled appreciatively, "Thanks."

I knocked on the door again; no response. Great, he must've fallen asleep. Just my luck. I thought. I sighed and sat outside the door, my head leaning by the wall. I shut my eyes, thinking of my parents. My mom was so beautiful. She had beautiful wavy blonde hair, with emerald green eyes and naturally pink plump lips. And my dad was handsome too with his ocean blue eyes and funny-looking pointy nose. I used to call him a wizard whenever his hair grew too long sometimes. My dad would always call me his little cupcake since I loved cupcakes, hence the fact that I stole one from Jaden yesterday.

I started to remember when my dad taught me how to ride a bike when I was 7 years old. I kept falling and since I was wearing shorts, my knees kept getting hurt. He'd always kiss my fears and pain away, and I used to believe that they'd disappear after he'd kiss my knee, or my hand, or my face after falling down. My mom also taught me how to bake cookies— Why am I getting so nostalgic?

Flashback

"Sav! Come down here! Time to make cookies!" Mom yelled happily. I ran downstairs and saw her in a red apron with black polka dots. "A ladybug!" 5-year-old me exclaimed, referring to her apron. "Yes, your favorite insect!" she grinned. She kissed my cheek and then handed me the baking powder. 

She picked me up and put me on the counter, smiling. I opened the baking soda and grabbed a teaspoon, looking at my mother questionably. "1 spoon and a half," she said. I nodded and put the needed amount. "Can I crack the eggs?" I asked. She chuckled and nodded, handing me 3 eggs. I cracked each one determinedly. "Good job, sweetie," she commented. 

"So, after we did that part, we start mixing!" she said, turning on the mixer. I immediately turned it off. "But we didn't put the chocolate chips," I frowned. She nodded, "I know! Because I wanted you to put the chocolate chips in!" I gasped excitedly, waving my hands around funnily. She handed me the tiny bag of chocolate chips. "Here you go, your honor," she grinned. I poured them in as Mom continued mixing them in with a spatula.

A few minutes after mixing, she grabbed a small clot of dough and rolled it into a sphere. She then placed it on the tray and squished it, resulting in the flat cookie shape that we all know. "And that, my beautiful little girl, is how you make a cookie!" she said. I jumped up and down joyfully, "Can I make one? Can I, can I, can I?!" I asked. She laughed and nodded, giving me a small imperfect ball of dough.