FAKE

PART V: REVELATION

VI: chocolate

Upstairs in his room, we watch tv and just chill out waiting for Elle to finish the cake. She calls us downstairs when the cake is finally done cooking and I can smell the rich chocolate in the air. I cannot wait to eat this delicious cake.

I sit down in the same spot when I was first invited to eat with them. There was a book on the table next to my plate with a picture of a baby on it. A cute baby with beautiful brown eyes.

Andrew as a baby.

Elle walks over and smiles while Andrew's face turns bright red.

"Mom!"

Elle walks around with the plates and places one each in front of us with the dark gooey cake.

"Don't worry! It's just Ashley and Jane!" She laughs and sits down next to me. Ashley scoots her chair closer to me. Elle flips to the first page and it's a bunch of pictures of when Andrew didn't even have hair. It progresses to him when he was maybe two, then three, than four, so on and so on. When we hit 10, that's when Andrew started growing taller. He was really into sports but Elle told us he quit when the coach yelled at him really loud one day and made him do 400 push-ups instead of playing in the game. Apparently, that really impacted him and he quit. Lashing out at all sports and losing complete motivation. It's amazing how one person's words can go a long way. I dig into my first bite of the cake and my mouth suddenly melts. It has such a rich, sweet, delicious chocolate flavor that I wouldn't ever imagine and the cake itself is so perfectly dry and moist at the same time. Its perfect. The perfect amount of sugar, the perfect amount of everything. It's insane. Elle continues to show us pictures of Andrew as a baby and reaches until he was 14 when they stopped taking pictures because he said he was, "Too old enough to take pictures". The phase that most teenagers hit at one point in their lives. Hearing these stories come from Elle is so amazing and sweet. Andrew is an angel and I want to last my entire life with him. His brown hair that's so soft and combed, his full lips, his broad shoulders and built body, his chocolate brown eyes. Just as sweet as this chocolate cake right in front of me.

After we finish eating and cleaning up, we drive Ashley back home. Her parents say hello to us and ask us how we are doing. We tell them that everything is going great and then head back to my house. All my parent's friends and my parents have left, they're all probably at work now. The house is alone. As we are walking into my house, Andrew kisses me softly and his lips don't taste like sadness and liquor but now of blissfulness and chocolate. The polar opposites of what they once tasted like. He took his jacket off and I walked backwards while still kissing him. He hugged me tightly and then we crashed on the couch in the living room and he turned the tv on, letting me curl up right next to him. I dozed off for a few minutes to the rhythm of his beating heart and soft breaths. When I woke up, it was darker outside. He was still watching some prank show and laughing his head off. I sad on the sofa and looked at his gorgeous face. I asked him if he wanted anything and he answered that he wanted some lemonade if we had any. I went to the fridge and took out an apple sauce and eating it. My parents had gone to the store and bought a lot of snacks from me since I was now doing online schooling. Andrew and Ashley were too. I check my phone but there's nothing really there. I take videos of him on my camera roll. I deleted Snapchat along with most of my other social media accounts. I don't need them, all they do is cause unnecessary drama. I only left Twitter because it's not so problematic. Our circle is small, just us three and that's the way I always want it to be. No matter where we go in life or what path life has for each of us, I want us to always be there for each other no matter the issues. That is what real friends are here for and there is nothing that can take that away from us anymore. I feel blessed to have them. I look in the fridge and we still do have lemonade. I pour Andrew and myself a glass and walk back to the couch. He sits up and thanks me for the glass.

"What do you wanna do?"

"I just want to be here with you, watching this. That's all I ask for," I smile, as I lean my head on his shoulder and drink my lemonade. Andrew finishes his and starts surfing all the channels for good movies but eventually gives up because there isn't anything good on.

"Let's dance to some music, babe," he smiles and gets up. I laugh and stand up with him. He turns on some slow romantic music. Adele. Of course. I sway with him to the flow of the song and kiss him ever so softly. I feel my face flush with happiness and freshness. Dancing with Andrew is a better remedy than any medication can achieve to do. Dancing with him makes me happier than anything in the world. I forget anything when I'm enveloped in his firm hands on my waste, his lips on mine, and his hair ruffled from being on the couch. We dance to some more slow songs and then finally he starts speeding up the tempo. I can't stop smiling and I laugh whenever Andrew makes funny moves. He is my world.

We go back to slow dancing and his dreamy eyes look into mine. His dreamy melted chocolate brown eyes.