One In A Million

Chapter 54 Part 1

15/03/2015

"I hope that I'm still got the hand at making cookies, and other pastries." I said, as I the chocolate chips to the cookies dough, and mixed them gently with the wooden spoon. I was awaken very early, 5 in the morning, as sleep seemed lazy to come back to me. I disliked to stay in bed, turning around on my bed thinking out on negative stuffs, so I jumped out, and decided to bake cookies, brownies for all of us. It's been a while ago I hadn't made those. It was also a way to apologize to Kaylee for the fright I caused her two days earlier, and for my cheeky attitude lately. She offered me her apartment as if it was my own home, made everything possible to put myself at ease, played the role of my mom, so preparing a nice breakfast was something I least could undertake.

"Ohhh, the smell of the hot brownies, what a nice thing to wake up to." A dozy Kaylee yawned as she sat on the kitchen counter stool and picked with the tip of her finger a chocolate chip from the dough I was mixing.

"Heyyyt, don't ever do that." I pulled the bowl towards my chest to prevent her of eating the delicious dough.

"Bad bitch." She pouted with her tongue out.

"Oh really?" I said.

"Don't you know that chocolate definitely makes you feel better, and I'm needy on chocolate after the horrible game we had on last night, what a fucking mess." Kaylee said, with her huge blue eyes fixing the black granite kitchen counter.

"I know girl, I have seen the match reviews on Sky channel."

"I don't get what is going on with the boys they have Kloppo as coach, one of the best coach in Europe, maybe in the world, plenty of fucking talents, the biggest tribune in Europe, the best fans, they have the whole ingredients to be a killer machine, but instead they are the one being beaten by some minor teams." Kaylee sighed as if she had the world weighing on her shoulders.

"How frustrating is that..." I shrugged my shoulders. Of course that it wasn't pleasing me to see Dortmund getting dragged down this way, I bet how frustrated the boys must feel to lose games after games, and specifically when they had no real way to fight back.

"Frustrating... frustrating... is not enough to describe this entire situation, oh man, the way Jurgen bawl them out after the game, damn, the boys were so mad at themselves, they are taking the entire responsibility for every defeats or draws, poor boys, they are out of solutions to bounce back, they keep on trying trying, and pushing hard on the pitch, ohhh, yesterday they were so fucking aggressive, never I saw that hostility from the boys, and the yellow cards given to Auba, Marcel were so out of proportions, Marco must have been given for the aggressive tackle he made on his opponent."

"Waaow, is it that bad..." I said absentmindedly, as my hand kept at mixing more in a mechanical movement the dough. Instantly, I brought myself back to the time I was with Marco, visualizing a scene of us, me cheering him up after a bad game.

"Yes Brooke it is, the situation is pretty alarming."

"Yes I see.."

"Hmmm, hun, I think you stirred enough that dough." Kaylee said, wrapping her hand over mine preventing me in my movements.

"Yes, you're right." I said with a smile, but my mind obsessing over that question that have been wandering my thoughts lately. Just thinking over it set fire to my tongue, it had to come out. "Kay, may I ask something."

"Yes sure, but I might know already what it will be about." Shit, she pierced my thoughts out.

"Ohhh.... hmmm yes, really." I said innocently. "Does he mention about me to his friends, or Ilkay."