Chapter Sixteen:
After a quick shower, I put on a snug pair of jean shorts. I blow dried my hair, and then was too lazy to straighten it. Music was playing loudly through the whole one story beach house. When I walked out of the room, Kyle was dancing around the Kitchen, in a cooking apron. The apron read: Kiss the Cook. I laughed at him goofing around. He stopped fiddling with the oven for a second, looking at me. When he saw me, he pointed to his apron. I shook my head no, as he moved closer to me. He patted his cheek, so I gave him a quick kiss there. “Let’s make cupcakes.” I smiled, as he ruffled through the drawer beside him, withdrawing another apron. Kyle handed me it, as I put it on and tied it around me.
“Okay, read this box, please, and tell me what to do.” He insisted.
“Just because I’m a female, doesn’t mean I know how to cook!” I exclaimed. Kyle pouted, and I rolled my eyes.
Finally I nodded my head, turning toward the refrigerator. I grabbed two eggs, and he grabbed the other stuff from the cabinets. I’m so glad Mrs. Ruby, Ren’s mother, stocked up eating supplies for us before we came. Kyle claims my Mom called Mrs. Ruby and told her the plans for me and Kyle.
Kyle stirred the bowl with one hand, and with the other, he leaned over beside him to turn up the music louder. He was playing the greatest hits of the band Queen. We were dancing, and after he put the pan in the oven, Kyle decided to put the left over chocolate on my face. I squealed, and reached for the spoon that Kyle stirred the mix with.
I slapped Kyle across the cheek with the spoon, as he grabbed it away from me. I screamed, as he chased me around the kitchen bar island. I ran for the balcony door, as Kyle grabbed the bowl of baking mix that we were going to make another batch with. I ran out to the sand, covered in chocolate, and with messed up frizzy hair. The wind was screaming at us, but Kyle kept chasing me. He looked worse than I possibly could. Kyle’s face was covered in chocolate; looking retarted with the apron. He looked like a psycho as well with the messed up hair. Plus, he was carrying the chocolate bowl.
I finally tripped up, and came crashing down. Kyle tackled me, and dropped the whole bowl of chocolate unto my head. I screamed at the top of my lungs, and shoved Kyle. The goo fell all down my face, as I tried to wipe it off. “Here, let me help you get that off.” Kyle smirked. I was steaming mad, my blood boiling hot. He picked me up, carrying me to the ocean, dropping me into the water. I came up for air, yelling.
“Kyle freaking Anderson I’m going to kill you!” Kyle fell to the ground laughing, as I got out of the water and made my way to the house. Puddles and puddles of water dripped behind me as I made my way to my room.
**
After taking a shower once again, I put on my soft, warm, fluffy pajama bottoms. They had Hello Kitty’s face all over them. I wrapped my hair up in my towel, and quietly opened the bedroom door. Kyle was on the couch asleep. I could smell the cupcakes, and they smelled heavenly.
“Kyle?” I called out.
“Yeah?” He responded asking in a groggy voice after a minute or so.
“Just checking to see if you’re alive.” I heard him chuckle.
“I am.” I smiled and went to sit on the couch beside him. Kyle was all snuggled up under the blankets. I got under the covers with him, as he snuggled my neck. “We need to ice the cupcakes.” He mumbled, poking my side.
“You can. I don’t trust us together icing the cupcakes.” He laughed.
“Because then we’ll have to take another shower.” I continued.
“Maybe together.” Kyle joked. I coughed. “You wish.”
“I know.” He turned toward me, and leaned in like he was going to kiss me. Once again, I thought he was going to. Then he moved and climbed right over me, getting off the couch. I breathed once again, closing my eyes.
**
Maybe it was seconds or minutes, but I woke up to someone munching on something. I opened my eyes to Kyle eating a cupcake. “Hey, where’s mine?” I asked eagerly. He shrugged, and I got up. I walked over to the counter and grabbed myself a cupcake. “They’re no sprinkles!” I exclaimed. That depresses me. “I’m sorry.” I heard Kyle say behind me. He threw away the cupcake wrapper, and rubbed his belly. His happy trail showed, and I looked away quickly. I blushed to myself quietly. I sat on the Kitchen bar stool.
“Hey, there’s my old guitar I left on accident the last time we were here!” Kyle yelled happily. He picked the old guitar up from its stand, carrying it outside. He sat down on one of the lawn chairs. I grabbed my blanket that I left on the couch, and headed outside where he was. Kyle was sitting in the chair silently, strumming away.
“It still sounds beautiful! Oh, how much I missed you, Emily.” He whispered to the guitar named Emily. I laughed at him, sitting down in the chair in front of him. I snuggled deeper into the blanket, studying Kyle. “Play something.” I asked. Kyle strummed a few notes, and then closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he leaned over the tiny table that was between us, and smiled. Kyle’s face was so close to mine. “It’s for you,” He started, pulling back away from me. “Just describing you.” Then he began to move his hands, strumming. Looking down at the guitar, he began to sing. He looked back up to me, and winked. He finally closed his eyes, concentrating.
But she sweeps me off my feet.
They call her Love, love, love, love.
She is Love, and she is all I need.
Kyle just sang a beautiful song for me.
I’ve always had a hidden feeling ‘til now. I can’t deny it anymore.
I’m in love with my best friend, Kyle McKenzie Anderson.
<3 <3
I know I'm evil. But that right there, is a cliff hanger. ;D
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She is Love
Humor-C o m p l e t e d- Friendship should all be about trust, right? Wrong. Or that's how Farah feels nowadays in her recent and old relationships. But by her getting caught up in her own world of recent relationships, she must rely on her old ones as w...
