summer boy ~ tal fishman ✓

~23~

After we petted Mouse a bit and gave him way too many cat treats, I am done waiting for the cake. It smells too good.
'I just want to eat it', I say. 'Wait. On the website it says that you can't take it out of the baking mold for an hour', Tal says.
'That means we can eat it, right? I mean, we wont take the entire cake out of the baking mold, just a piece', I say. Tal grins and shrugs. 'I think we've found our loophole', he grins even more.
'Lets go eat!' I say. I grab a knife from the drawer and cut the cake. We both get a big piece. I smile while eating my cake. I love cake. Especially fresh homemade cake. With way too much sugar. Oops. Tal smiles at me and I smile back.
'Wait, I've got a good idea!' I exclaim, with my mouth still half full cake. 'Girl, what is your idea?' Tal asks with a funny accent. I try not to laugh.

'Look, we are going to bake cookies now so what if we eat the cookies tomorrow and put the cake in the fridge for later when Mer and Adi come and when we want some more. Talking about Mer and Adi, they need a ship name. What would you prefer? Madi? Medi? Adith? I don't know what I prefer. You need to help', I say. I can see Tal is a bit overwhelmed. 'Um, a ship name? Well I don't think Adith or Medi sounds good. Medi sounds like medication or something. And about the cake and cookies, that's fine by me. Whatever you want', he says. 'You actually listened!' I say.
He looks very confused. I decide I probably should explain. 'Well usually when I've got a lot of energy my brain gets a lot of energy as well and I just start rambling on and on way too fast and-' I take a pause, realizing I am talking way too fast again. 'Like that. And most people can't follow what I am saying and don't care, you know?' I continue, now focusing on talking very slowly. It's hard to talk that slow.

'I get what they mean about the exited part and talking quickly part. I already knew that. I've been friends with you for about 6 months now, remember? And even before that, in that vacation. And you aren't boring, so I care', he says. 'Was that a compliment?' I ask laughing. 'Only if you want it to be', he says. 'And wasn't I your bestie?' I say, pretending to be disappointed. He laughs. 'No, that place is for a very special someone.' Now I'm curious.
'Who?' 'Well, of course my bestie is Mouse. Duh!' His accent is hilarious. I can't help but laugh loudly at his behavior.
When I'm finally done laughing, we start baking the cookies. Baking the cookies went way smoother than the cake. We now figured it out. Tal grabbed the ingredients and I mixed everything with the mixer. The teamwork went smoothly this time.
They also didn't take as long as the cake did in the oven. And we didn't smear the ingredients everywhere, so it didn't take too long to clean the kitchen. While the cookies were baking, we cleaned the kitchen. They were literally done at the same time as we were done cleaning.
After we were done with the cookies we sat on the couch for a bit. The cookies are cooling off on the countertop, on a plate. It smells amazing. I maybe have already eaten a few. Someone had to taste them, right? Plus, I just couldn't resist the smell. I gave Tal a few as well, I'm not that bad of a friend. We may not be besties, but still good friends.
I am just sitting and staring out the window. It is raining again. Suddenly I hear a loud noise. It's storming outside. I'm not very afraid of thunderstorms but I'm not a fan. It starts to rain even harder. Great. I love rain, but if it gets too loud and especially with thunder, I don't like it anymore. If it's at night, I dislike it even more. I decide I want Tal in my room, just in case. I don't know what case, but it just feels safer. The only problem being I'll have to think of an excuse. I hate seeming weak or relying on someone too much.
'Um Tal?' I ask. He puts his phone away. 'Yes?' he replies. 'Well, um, this may sound weird but would you like to sleep in my room? Like on your own mattress on the ground or something, I don't know, but would you?' I ask. 'Any particular reason for that?' he asks with a grin on his face.
He knows me too well and wants me to admit I'm scared. Not going to happen today, mister.
'Well then we'd both not be lonely and if a burglar would come than we would at least be together so we can knock him down easier', I say. 'A burglar. Okay. Jul, you really need to think of better excuses to get me into your bedroom', Tal says. I roll my eyes at him. 'Because now we can also watch Netflix in my room on my little tv under the covers instead of on the couch. Because it not going to carry you upstairs', I say, ignoring his comment.

After we ate our dinner, we do just that. We drag his mattress into my room and then I change into my pajamas. He changes in the guest room. I turn on my tv so we can watch some Netflix. Then Tal comes in. He steps in my bed so he can see the tv better. We're pretty close but I don't mind. We're friends and friends can do that, right? Yes. Friends is what we are. Friends, Julia. If I keep repeating it, I'll probably start believing my own lies. Friends, friends, friends.
It'd make it a lot easier. We don't talk a lot while watching, except for me commenting a lot of random stuff on the episodes about how unrealistic it is.
And Tal laughing at some of the sarcastic remarks. All while outside it is still raining very hard.
After a few episodes I hear Tal breathing regularly. I look over and see that he has fallen asleep. His hair is a bit messed up and it is very cute. No, it isn't cute. No no no. Stop it. He is just a friend. He sees you as a friend. Do not catch feelings, Julia. Just don't do it.
I sigh. I should probably stop staring at him. I turn off the tv and the lights. Then I lay down on the mattress we originally had laid down for Tal. That way, he would sleep in my bed and I would sleep on the mattress on the ground. I don't mind, though. Even though I'm really tired, I don't fall asleep immediately. I lay down comfortably and I stare at the ceiling. After about half an hour of thinking about all sorts of things, which equals Tal, I finally fall asleep to the rhythmic ticking of the rain on the window.