First Term Love Story

Chapter 42: Term 1

The door flung open and Rose gave me a wide smile and greeting as I walked into the house.

"Hey Rose," I said and followed behind her as she took the bowl from the counter and we walked to her bedroom.

We settled on the edge of her bed which was conveniently pushed against the wall so that we had something to lean on while we sat there.

We sent a call to Emily and she quickly picked up the call.

"Hey girls," Emily said as she adjusted her screen so that we could see her.

"Hey Emily," Rose and I said together.

"You two are going home tomorrow right?"

"Yeah," Rose replied , "I'm going to miss Jordan,"

"You can always visit him, besides it's only two weeks." Emily suggested

"He lives quite far away from me though,"

"You can skype him like we're doing now," I say.

"Yeah, that's a good solution. You really don't miss Dave, Emily?"

"Nah,"

"What about you?" Rose asks me.

"Well, I'm definitely gonna miss him," I say carefully as I watch both of them look at me suspiciously, "but Eugene hasn't exactly been contactable lately."

"What?" Emily exclaims.

"Yeah, since the party." I explain.

"What was the last thing he said?" Rose asks.

Er... It was after our date, wasn't it? "He asked me to wait for him... Should I?"

"Yes," Rose says confidently as Emily shakes her head.

"Why not?"

"He may be toying with ya,"

"But he's not like that," I countered.

"If he told you to wait for him, you should because it's not often guys say that and if he said that to you, it means that he has a plan for you, with you." Rose says.

I nod, comforted by Rose's words and silently agree with her, it made sense.

We continue chatting about other things here and there, setting aside the subject that had dulled the mood. We ended the call when Rose had to start getting ready for her date with Jordan and Cameron was probably going to arrive to pick me up.

I say goodbye to Rose and she offers to give me any advice if I need any.Cameron's car pulls up in front of the house after a whiles wait and I get in quickly and the drive back to the mansion is quiet, my insecure thoughts roaring in my mind despite what Rose had said previously. Why hadn't he contacted me, replied me. He's had quite a few days to and I've asked him to send me a message too but he hasn't replied. Not even once and I don't think he has seen any of them. Lest to say, I'm worried about him. Where in the world can he be without replying me at all. Maybe I am overreacting but when you lose complete communication with someone, it's rather frightening, or maybe it's just for Eugene...

We arrive back at the emptying house and it will be me and Cameron leaving tomorrow night. Ever since the last excursion, things have slowly gotten quieter and quieter as people start packing up whatever they want to bring back and leave. When we leave, we leave the bedroom door open and currently, four are open as a result of the trinity and Trent.

I go to my room and start putting away my books and some of my other things and winter clothes in case I do not have enough at home. I have most of my things packed already, just my appliances and toiletries that are not packed.

Once I'm done packing whatever I can, I go down to the kitchen for a dinner of fast food take out. I look around the kitchen as I munch on my popcorn chicken and fries when my eyes land on the ovens and an idea pops into my mind. Why don't I practice making some cookies for the boys, it could also be practice for Christmas. I stand up from my seat which the others look at me quizzically for as I look through the cupboards for the ingredients.

I turn back to the rest who are eating their dinner, "Butter or sugar cookies tomorrow?"

"What?" Cameron says first.

"Come on, which kind of cookies, I'm baking tomorrow before we leave."

"Sweet, I want Sugar," Nowell snickers.

"Butter," Norris and Oliver say together.

"I prefer butter," Cameron says.

"Sugar," Malcolm says.

"I'm making one batch of butter because majority wins," I say and look back into the fridge to check for butter which they obviously had, five sticks of it, in fact. Looks like I'm baking some butter cookies tomorrow.

*****

Right after breakfast, I call the kitchen mine and start making the cookies.

I pipe on the last few cookies onto the baking sheet and put them in the oven. I set the timer and decide to take a quick shower before the cookies are ready. I've taken my shower now and as I walk down the stairs, the smell of the butter cookies is evident in the air. I take in a deep breath of the beautiful buttery smell but realise quickly that I haven't taken them out yet. Someone must be pigging out already.

I rush down the rest of the steps and to the kitchen where I see the boys surrounding the tray of cookies, a quarter of the big batch I made already gone.

"You guys better leave some for me," I say to them as I walk in.

They start showering my cookies with compliments and I smile along as I eat one of them, they are really good, not purposely praising them because they are made by me.

"As a professional food taster," Malcolm says as he walks in, "I'm giving them a ten out of ten, do feel honoured." He says and I laugh at his statement along with the others.

"You've got to make them next term, these are great." Oliver gushes.

"I might," I reply teasingly and silently realise how much I was going to miss them when I leave, even if it is only for two weeks.

*****

We load the rest of the stuff in the car and I go up to my room, one last time to check if I had left anything there. I scan the room quickly and it lands on Eugene's cap. I ponder over it for a moment and end up taking it, putting it on my head and looking through the rest of my room before I leave, the door wide open. It seemed strange to be leaving this place after staying here for 3 months but the thought of coming back in two weeks soothes me.

I hop into the passenger seat and look back at the house as we drive off. When Camerons first brought up this idea many months ago, I thought I was going to hate it, so much, but it seems like I have slowly fallen for it, from all the people in it to the place itself and the cool excursions we went on, and maybe, one of the boys as well. I guess this is the end of term 1?