"I just feel really bad, you know?" I say to Spot as he multitasks listening and reading the laundry pamphlet. What's Home Ec II without a little heart to heart?
"I told you, it wasn't a big deal."
"Look, Spot, I know you have no appreciation for manners or hospitality, but that's not how I was raised,"
"I thought you raised yourself,"
Needless to say, Spot had no filter.
"Harsh," I rolled my eyes. "You make me regret telling you my family situation,"
"You make it sound like I beg you to have deep conversations with me," He folds the blanket according to the pamphlet. "Am I doing this right?"
"Spot Conlon asking for help?" I take it from him. "I want to make it up to your mom. What if I made brownies?"
"Brownies," He rose an eyebrow.
"Yeah, brownies."
"You can cook?"
"I raised myself, remember?" I notice him slightly chuckle.
"Right."
"So, if I make them, can I count on you to deliver?"
"Your apology, your problem,"
"It's not really apologizing," I say. "It's more of an 'Hey, I know Stacie and I made a scene, so here's some brownies to make it up to you,' thing."
"Then why isn't she apologizing?" He makes a pointed look.
"We've met the girl," I scoff.
"Fine, fine, make your stupid brownies and move on,"
I clap excitedly.
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Apparently, I can't bake brownies.
I swear, though, I'm a good cook. I used to make myself dinner all the time. I'm also good at following instructions, so I'm not sure what the issue is.
"Okay, add eggs," I read out loud to myself in the dorm building kitchen.
I somehow managed to get everything in order by myself. I contemplated asking Sarah, but I'm sure she was busy.
I poured the batter into a pan from the kitchen and opened the oven.
"Watch out, fresh batter comin' through!" A girl grinned, putting her own creation in the oven.
I watched as she walked out with another girl, high fiving each other. Did they seriously make their brownie mix outside the kitchen? Looking at the mess I made, I can imagine that wasn't very ideal.
I shrugged to myself and put my batter into the oven, closing it.
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Alice: I made the brownies about a half hour ago, so can I go get them and give them to you?
Spot: I suppose...
Alice: -.-
Spot: ;))
Alice: see u in a few.
I went to the kitchen, put on a mitt and opened the oven. The brownies looked amazing! Spot's mom would be so impressed. Not sure why I care this much, but she seemed to like me, and I want to keep it that way.
I put them in a plastic box, and sealed them. I cleaned up the mess, and set off for Spot's dorm.
"Thanks for doing this," I say.
"Anything for you, Anna," He rolled his eyes.
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I was sitting in my dorm room, anxiously waiting for an update from Spot. He hadn't texted me yet, so I was growing nervous.
As if on cue, there was a knock on the door.
"So?" I said, opening it.
"I want a smoothie, let's go," He says.
I roll my eyes, closing the door. "What did your mom say?"
"She wasn't home, so I left them on the counter and I'll call her later,"
"I hope they're good," I say. "Someone else was making brownies at the same time as me--"
Suddenly, a girl I'd never seen before cut me off. "You made some too? How were they?"
"Uh," I glance at Spot. "I didn't try mine,"
"Ours sucked. I didn't feel any different afterwards. She probably forgot to even put the stuff in,"
Then the girl shrugged, and walked away.
I slowly looked at Spot, who was giving me the same look.
"Oh no," We both took off for the front of the school.
"I can't leave, it's not the weekend--your mom is going to hate me. Get me expelled. Arrested! Oh, no, I'm on a scholarship here, Spot! I'm--"
"Calm the fuck down, will you? I'll go home and fix this," He says, getting in a cab.
"Spot, wait--"
The cab drove off, leaving me in a panicked state.
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Now, I was nervous. Beyond nervous. My palms even grew sweaty as each hour passed with no answer from Spot.
At about 10 o' clock, he texted me.
Spot: come over?
I practically sprinted.
"Spot, what happened!?" I burst out.
"My mom knew they were pot brownies,"
"Oh no, she hates me, doesn't she?"
"I told her they were mine," He says.
I furrowed my eyebrows together. Why would he do that?
"What?"
"You seemed really nervous before I left about the whole time, so I told her they were for me and Jack and Race," He says. "I got a lecture about priorities, but I mean other than that snooz-a-thon, it was fine."
"Well, uh, thanks," I scratch my neck. "For doing that,"
"Whatever,"
"That was a really gentleman thing to do, which is unusual for you,"
"Hey, I can be a gentleman." He scoffs.
I raise an eyebrow.
"Okay, don't believe me? I'll take you up on that."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah. Friday night, I'll show you. If I'm not a perfect gentleman, you can throw whatever boring activity you want at me, and I'll go along with it."
"And if I win?" I say.
"I'll think of something." He grins.
I pretend to think about it. "Fine, you're on."
He holds out his hand to shake and seal the deal.
"But this is so not a date,"
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newspaper club | spot conlon au
FanfictionWhere a girl finds herself in the school newspaper club, surrounded by kids who are there for anything BUT the newspaper.