New Kid on the Block *h.s [completed]

Chapter 37

Harold: Come over to my house

Me: Why

Harold: Because

Me: Why

Harold: BECAUSE

Me: WHY

Harold: B

Harold: E

Harold: C

Harold: A

Harold: U

Harold: S

Harold: E

Me: W

Me: H

Me: Y

Harold: B

Harold: E

Harold: C

Harold: A

Harold: U

Harold: S

Harold: E

Me: W

Me: H

Me: Y

Harold: BECAUSEEEEEEE

Me: WHYYYYYYYYY

Harold: I aspire to be your level of pettiness

Me: Why thank you

Me: How kind

Harold: Of course

Harold: Now just come over to my house

Me: Why

Harold: NIEHFEIF

Harold: ITS A SURPRISE OKAY JUST COME OVER

Me: OKAY JEEZ ILL BE THERE IN 20 MINUTES GOD

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"What the hell is this?"

I turn to Harry with disbelief written clear as day across my face. Laid out on the kitchen counter, in a very organized manner, are baking ingredients.

"This, my dear Pipe", he steers my shoulders closer to the counter, "Are things we are going to use to bake a cake."

"We?" I ask, crossing my arms against my chest.

"We. Plural. Means two or more people, in this case yourself and I." He grins cheekily at me, reaching out to open the box of rainbow bit cake mix.

"Thank you, Merriam Webster Dictionary." I roll my eyes.

"Come onnnnn." Harry whines. "It'll be fun."

I look him dead set in the eyes and give him my best 'I really don't give two flying shits' look.

"Please." He begs, pulling my elbow closer to him so I bump into his hip.

"Fine." I huff.

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I stand at the kitchen counter, mixing the large bowl of batter with a wooden spoon. Harry sits across from me on a bar stool, scrutinizing the colour samples on the back of the food colouring box and the small dropper bottles of dye.