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The oven loudly dings. Helena pulls out the cake, placing it on the counter.

"Well, wasn't that fun?" She chuckles. "Yup," I agree, watching her pull out the icing.

"What grade are you in?" She asks. "I'm in 11th," I respond. "I'm 23," Helena responds, a small smile pulling at her lips.

"Isn't my dad like 47?" I ask, giving her an uncertain look. "48," she corrects.
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We ice the cake with Royal Blue icing. "It looks good," I beam.

She places the icing to the side, staring at it proudly. "It does," she agrees.

We place the cake in the fridge to eat later. "What do you want to do?" I ask, gently fiddling with the hem of my dress. "Want to watch a movie?" She asks.

"Yeah, sure, can we change first?" I ask, no longer wanting to wear my short dress. "Yes, of course," the words roll off her tongue as I watch her pronounce each syllable.

I walk to my room, quickly opening and closing the door. I sigh, changing into an oversized Royal blue sweatshirt. I slide on black booty shorts.

I walk out of my room, and begin heading towards the living room. "What movie do you want to watch?" Helena asks. She has on a dark red hoodie and white shorts.

"How about It?" She suggests. "Uhm- sure," I respond. I hate horror movies.

Sorry if this is short :(((

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