To Love A Warbler

To Love A Warbler-Chapter 14

Hi, guys! This may sound crazy (seeing as I'm not even halfway done with the book), but do you want a sequel? If you do, this book will take place only over their Junior year, and the next will take place mostly in their Senior. Otherwise, this can take place over both Junior and Senior year! Also, I have another book I've started writing. It's not a fan-fiction, though. Let me know if you want to hear about it! It's called "101 Ways To Love On The Run". I'm not saying anything else, though! ;-)

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Jeff's POV

The rest of the week was pretty normal. Kirsten ditched Matt and Mark as much as possible to hang out with David and me; when my mom called, I told her the truth (about being Kirsten's friend and how she was adjusting, not the dreams- can you say awkward?); and Blaine bothered all of us, simply because he and Kirsten were good friends, which I still didn't get.

How did those two become such good friends in such a short amount of time? They hardly spent any time together, and suddenly they had all these inside jokes? And thinking back to the first day they met:

Kirsten looked at Blaine. "Where in Arkansas did you live?"

"Magnolia, why?"

"OHEMGEE! That's where I lived! When did you move?"

"Hm. The summer between fifth and sixth grade. When did you move to California?"

"Uhh...same time you moved here." She shrugged.

I had never told Blaine that she lived in California. And they seemed so nonchalant about it-it was confusing me. And the whole thing with the shirtless hugging in the morning... However, I didn't say anything for fear that they would get mad. About what, though, I don't know. I was just being careful.

Saturday morning, after another cold shower, I walked into the kitchen. It surprised me to smell something in the oven-we only ate non-cooking-required food (because no one can cook). It was explained, though, when I saw flour flying and Blaine run past-into-me.

"Kirsten! Really?" He laughed loudly and then tripped. "Oof!"

I stared down at him and he looked up at me sheepishly. "Blaine?" I said carefully. "I've told you, making out with the floor is not healthy."

He frowned. "That was an accident-and I was not making out with it this time!"

Kirsten's head peeked around the door frame. "You made out with the floor?" She laughed and turned back into the kitchen. "You're crazy!"

"I was on a sugar high!" Blaine protested. He looked at me and hopped up, brushing himself off. "We're baking cookies, wanna come?"

I nodded carefully. "Sure...?" It came out as more of a question than anything. Blaine just grabbed my hand and dragged me inside.

The kitchen was a mess. Flour was everywhere, milk was on the floor, there was an eggshell stuck to the oven, and Kirsten stood in the middle of it all with a big pan of cookies. "Hi, Jeff!"

"Hi? What's going on?" I stepped carefully on the floor and looked around. Blaine took another pan with cookie dough on it and stuck it in the oven, turning the timer on and doing a little dance.

"Oh, just...making cookies..." She attempted to get the eggshell off of the oven, to no avail. "I need some help cleaning up, though. Blaine is no help at all." He smiled.

"Nope!"

I laughed. "Okay, I'll help. Where do we start?"

"I'm getting this-eggshell..." The shell popped off onto her sweater and she quickly disposed of it. "Never mind. Let's get the milk cleaned up." She grabbed a mop, then looked at Blaine. "Let me get the cookies, okay? Just let me know when they're done."