CHAPTER 8

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NOVEMBER
[Edward's POV]

One teaspoon of baking soda...

I read from the ingredients.
The mid-morning sun pours into the kitchen as I try my hardest not to make a mistake. 

"THAT'S TOO MUCH!!!!!" I almost blurted out loud.
Oh, well. It'll have to work.

If there is one thing that I never told any of my friends, it's that I love to cook. I am pretty good at it. Today is George's birthday. I need to make him a cake that is flawless.
At least it's a Saturday. It's not everyday that I get the blessing of not going to school, having my parents at work and my annoying little brother at a cousin's house in downtown Charlottesville. Jokes on him, while he was touring Monticello or doing something strange, I read his diary. He'll never find out. I just found out that he made out with a girl named Olivia. Goodness, he's only 12! It does feel good not having to deal with him, though. At least I have the whole day to myself...

...or maybe I have the whole day with George. And the night.

1 HOUR LATER

The clock read 11 am.
I quickly grabbed the cake and my things and ran off to George's house. As I approached the door to the blue house and knocked on the dark wooden door twice.
The door opened and George greeted me. "Hey! Welcome! My parents just left. They probably won't be back until tomorrow morning, so we have some time alone." Just the thought of that made me blush. He led me to his bedroom and I placed my things by the closet. "Sorry, I don't have much floor space."
I shrugged. The room was small with dark green walls, one big window facing the street, and a full size bed. "It's a small room, but I like it. It really screams Geo. I put a cake on the table in case you want to have it later."
"Did you make it?"
I nodded.
"I'm sure that I'll love it, then!"
I blushed again. Why is it so hard to act normal around him?
"So, do you want to sleep in my bed tonight? There's enough room for us both." He suggested.
"Yeah, sure. We can do that."
I answered. This is going to be a good night. Maybe the night that I tell him that I like him.

"Do you want to play a game?" George asked.
"Sure, but I bet I'll win."
"I don't think that there will be a winner," he corrected me. "Rather a confession."

"Truth or dare?"


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