Dear Boomerang

Fifteen [Dear Secrets]

"We have to talk about Lilly." She looks at us observingly.

"Uh, what about her?" I give her a small smile.

"I know... I know about the whole situation." She lifted both of her eyebrows which emphasized her dark eyes, unlike Jake's blue one. His eyes were more of his father's.

His father. Right, where is his father?

"Where's Mr. Parker?" I ask out of the blue.

Jake and her mom exchange glances before she answered: "Oh don't try to change the topic, Harper."

I sigh.

"Are you planning to tell her about history? You're history." She looks at the both of us, expecting
a wise answer.

"I -"

"There's really not much to tell." Jake bats in, cutting me off. "Its done and we're friends now." He adds.

I bite my inner cheeks, nodding in agreement. His words stung, but we're talking about Lilly. Lilly is my bestfriend and i know that if things were exchanged, she'll do the same thing.

Besides, i still value friendship more.

"Okay, i respect your choices." She pauses. "So, do you want anything? Tea, coffee, milk .... water?" She offers.

"I actually came here to-"

"-Teach me how to make the best lasagna in the history of homo sapiens." Jake continues.

"Aw, you still finish each others sentences. How cute." She gushes.

"Wait, Harper will teach you how to... cook?" She blurts unsurely.

I breathe out loudly. Turns out that because i almost burned down the kitchen once, everybody thinks i'm a no-no not allowed in the kitchen.

"I really had it marked on my record, huh? One time i almost burned the kitchen." I pull off an empty smile.

She heaves, beams and left us.

Jake looks at me for a moment. "This way, madame." He bows, extending his hands for me to take.

Leading me to the kitchen where everything you need for cooking is present.

"Let's get started then."

**

"Jake, seriously. Your lasagna looks like... a real lasagna." I scrunch my nose up in jealousy.

"I learned from the master." He compliments and i smack his arm, laughing bitterly.

"And yet here i am, with my lasagna. Err." I drift my glance to my platter. It still looks like crap.

If the two of our platters were placed on a buffet table, i'm sure no one will eat mine until his is all eaten up. Heck, i'll even bet that it wouldn't be eaten at all.

"Cheer up!" He smiles and stares into my green eyes.

Is it funny if i say i'm lost in his eyes? Yeah, i guess it'll be. But i don't mind if its funny, because its real.

Penguins are swarming in my belly. Once again, they're free.

His stare, there's something about his eyes. He isn't just looking at me, its like he's trying to say something but he isn't. Ugh, this is so ridiculous and deep at the same time.

A phone ringing made us both realize what was happening; the cliche moment of staring into each other's eyes.

His eyes widen when he checked his phone before he answered the call.