Arcade | s.m (✔️)

Six

"You totally moved the necklace."

"I didn't!"

"You did." I respond, sure of myself.

It had been a week since the "experience", and I couldn't get over it. Despite the fact Shawn had continued to tell me that he hadn't hidden the necklace under his shoe when I looked up for the girl, I couldn't believe him.

"Rosie, I'm telling you, I didn't move the necklace. Where's your trust in me?" He asks dramatically, and I shrug at him.

"Probably under your shoe, next to the necklace." I answer, being as petty as possible, and he rolls his eyes playfully at me.

We were currently sitting on his family room sofa, just chatting with each other. This wasn't unusual, since for the past week, if we weren't with the group, we would be at either of our houses, talking with each other. (Usually his house, since his parents were always at work, and even though Cole was at college now, my mom was home until her classes started again next week).

Back at home, my mom wouldn't be too happy about me hanging out with a boy at his house everyday, but she's says she's grateful that her daughter has found some friends so quick.

"Well in that case, my trust in you is in your room, along with my cookie." Shawn says, and I groan.

"Correction: my cookie. Not yours. You lost the bet, remember?" I say, refreshing his memory.

"Just because you were faster than me that one time doesn't mean you're better than me at everything."

"I totally am." I respond, making sure I sound as cocky as possible.

"I'm better than you at making brownies." Shawn states after a while, and I laugh.

"You're not. I'm a legend at brownies."

"I am."

"You're not."

"I am."

"Prove it." I say, and he smirks at me.

"I will."

So we both got up, deciding that we'd use his kitchen, and who ever won would get to keep the loft house cookie in my room, and the rest of the brownies.

Once we get out the ingredients, I almost feel bad for Shawn. He had no idea who he was going up against. Brownie mix is practically in my veins.

I watch as Shawn opens the pantry again, and reach for a box.

"Nope. We make them from scratch." I say, noticing that it was brownie mix.

Shawn raises an eyebrow and smirks, before reaching behind the box and pulling out a paper.

"Calm down, this is my secret recipe. Passed down through generations." He tells me, whispering the part where it was "secret".

"Ohhh, of course." I reply, laughing at how childish he was.

"I hope you understand, it's completely fine to feel like an absolute failure when I beat you, but I'll be your shoulder to cry on, don't worry." He tells me, and I roll my eyes at him once again.