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Velvet (Apology) Cake

After school and dropping off my siblings, I go to the convince store to get some red velvet cake mix. My apology for flipping out on Miguel earlier. It's my favorite kind of cake and always puts me in a good mood, so I think they'll like it.

After returning home, I take out all the ingredients for the cake. Vanilla, vegetable oil, eggs and milk. I don't know how to make a cake from scratch, I'm sure Carly can but I can do the box mix just fine.

I take a a mixing bowl and a hand-mixer and dump the bag of cake mix into the bowl and take out the trash can from its spot from under the sink and bring it over to where I'm making the cake. I crack a couple eggs and mix it into the mix. I add vanilla extract and some vegetable oil and mix that in too.

I don't know where I got this recipe, because the next few ingredients I add aren't on the box. I always remember making a cream cheese frosting for it too. I take out some butter and melt it in the microwave until it browns. I mix it into the batter and add some milk.

I preheat the oven and grease two pans with butter. Once the oven is done preheating, I pour the batter into the pans and put the pans into the oven. I put all of my used stuff into the sink and begin to wash the bowl.

I hear the door bell and go to see who it is. I open the door and see Miguel's sour face. I immediately begin to laugh, making his face sour more.

"My mom wanted be to write an apology letter," he groans and hands me a folded piece of paper.

I stop my laughter and take the letter and unfold it. *sorry Callie for laughing at you* I begin to read, "aw, thank you." I tease with a smile, *Even though I didn't do anything wrong* "there it is,"

"What?" He asks.

"The 'I never did anything wrong'" I roll my eyes.

"I said I was sorry like three times, how many more do you want?" He shrugs.

"It's fine, I'm the one a fault," I laugh.

"What are you doing?" He asks, noticing my wet hands.

"Why do you want to know?" I answer with a question.

"I'm leaving now don't worry," he rolls his eyes.

"I'm kidding," I laugh, "I was making a cake, so now I'm washing the dishes."

"Why the hell were you making a cake?" He glares at me.

"Because I can," I lie.

"Why do you hate me?" He laughs.

"I don't hate you," I say, "and I've been especially friendly to you and your family and that's a rare thing."

"Woah, it's an honor," he says sarcastically.

"Okay, you can leave now," I smile.

"I'm the not one making an apology cake," he says.

"I'm not making an apology cake," I lie.

"Yes you are, I'm not from here and I know that people don't randomly make cakes." He rolls his eyes, "you're wasting your time."

"I'm not making an apology cake," I scoff, "because now it's for me!"

"Why are you so mean?"

"I'm not mean, I'm just not kind," I answer.

"You're what the my people would call an asshole."

"Bye now!" I smile and close the door.

"Wait-!" He tries before the door closes.

"Asshole," I say to myself and go back to doing the dishes.