"But only if you let me help you,"he says "do you know how to make chocolate pancakes?" "I've never tried before." "I can teach you." "I'd like that." I say smiling. A few seconds later Christopher and I are racing to the kitchen. I-of course- won. "I won." I say dancing around the kitchen. Christopher chuckles and then beings to show me how to make chocolate pancakes. A hour and a few bad pancakes later, we have our perfect chocolate pancakes and scrambled eggs. Once we finish cleaning up and eating we sit on the couch and watch tv. Not wanting him to leave I decide to make some more food. "Do you know how to make cookies?" I ask him. "I do not ms.Harris but would you mind teaching me."
*A few hours later*
"Christopher no!" I shout from the other side of the kitchen. "What?"he asks innocently. "You know what. You can't put that many chocolate chips in the dough." I say taking the chocolate chips. "why not the chocolate chips are the best part." "Now that just completely wrong." "How's that?" "Why would people eat chocolate chip cookies for just the chocolate chips when you can eat chocolate chips." I say. We get into a cookie argument which I win thanks to the silent treatment. Soon we fall into a routine that is until Christopher says something odd to me. "Ms.Harris you have a little something on your lips." "Oh I do I didn't even eat any cookies or the dough." I say wiping my lips. "You didn't get it let me." I look up to him as he holds my chin and brushes his thumb across my lips. "You are beautiful did you know that ms.Harris." I shake my head no as Christopher brings his lips down on mine for a small yet passionate kiss. Too soon he moves away and the timer for the cookies go off. "Oh no the cookies." I squeal and hurry to the oven. I look at Christopher and then all of the cookies we have. "We aren't going to eat all of these." I say. "We can give some away if you want." "To who the only person I know is mr.James." "Lucky for you love I have a pot load of friends that'll take these cookies off your hands."
*a few hours later*
After stopping by mr.James' house and a few of Christopher's friends houses more than enough of the cookies were gone. "So tell me ms.Harris if you don't go very many place than where do you go?" "School, the library and home." I say. "What do you do?" "Read." "That's it just read?" "Well no I have other things I do but they're all at school." "Like what?" "While I speak 2 different languages I play the violin and the cello. I can also read Latin and Hebrew." "What languages do you speak?" "French and German." "Why did you chose those languages." "I don't know it just seems different." Christopher sits up more and then turns to me. "Can you teach me to speak French?"he asks. "I can try."
YOU ARE READING
1936
RomanceDakota Harris is a 15 year old girl who has only known pleasing her parents. Christopher Taylor has only known disappointing his parents. When these two meet they learn new things about themselves and each other.
