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As I pulled up to Max's house with my car-well my mom's car. I got outside and ringed her door bell, I've been begging her to change it I can't stand that christmas song it plays.

she opened her door, lucas standing behind her.

"hey lucas I didn't know you were here"

I said smiling stuffing my hands father into my pockets, picking at the loose strings.

I walked into the house, taking off my shoes before walking into the kitchen and washing my hands.

"so what are we eating today"

"will your like my personal chef"

"I am very much"

I looked into maxs kitchens pantry, scanning what I should make for the two hopeless people sitting on the couch. there wasn't that much to make so I just decided on butter pasta.

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"HOLY SHIT WILL THIS SHITS SO GOOD"

lucas yelled staring at me, I was a bit confused at his comment, it was just plain butter pasta with chicken strips.
but i remembered again, my friends taste buds are messed up. I smiled at the thought that I could cook whatever I wanted and I would get praised.

after finishing dinner, max dragged me into her kitchen, leaving lucas on the couch watching 'modern family'.

"will I need your help"

"what is it"

"ok it's lucases birthday soon and I don't know what to get him and I was hoping you could help me how to bake his favourite cookies"

"ok what is it"

"peanut butter cookies"

"max"

"what"

"that's just normal cookie dough with peanut butter"

"I dont know how to make cookies"

"ok your hopeless but yes I will come over and help you"

I smiled to myself before placing both my hands on max's shoulders tightly, almost squeezing her.

I walked back into the living room sitting myself on the floor, leaning my head back onto the couch closing my eyes. I was so exhausted, for no reason, I just wanted to take a quick nap. I'll just take a quick nap.

.

"I don't know!"

"he's still breathing he's not dead"

"are you sure! he hasn't moved him an hour!"

"lucas stop freaking out"

I opened my eyes and stretched my neck, as I looked at them with a concerned look. "guys I'm not dead" I said letting out a small laugh before sitting up, I walked to the bathroom looking back at lucas, his face housing an awkward grin.

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