25.0-Ricky

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I looked at the back of the box, confused on what the directions meant. This is why i don't bake. I jumped at the noise of Ricky's footsteps into the kitchen. I didn't bother to look up as my eyebrows scrunched up at the confusing directions. I finally looked up when he started to dip his fingers into the batter.
"Ricky!" I snapped and hit his hand away the sighed. "Sorry i didn't mean for that to come out mean, i'm frustrated."
He smiled at me at pointed out what i was doing wrong. And poof it all made sense.
"Why are you baking anyways?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"No reason. I was just bored." I shrugged.
"So that means it's my cake?" He smirked.
"Nah, i think ima give it to Trev instead, i've always liked him better." I said and stuck out my tongue. Ricky faked hurt and took another dip of the batter, to which this time i didn't snap just shook my head and laughed.
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This ones short i'm sorry:(
-M

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