"So, are you in?" he asked, his tone gentle, but the patience in his voice was slipping.
She took a moment to mull it over, and finally met his piercing blue eyes.
"Yes," she replied, with a shaky breath, and he let out a contented sigh.
"But unde...
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EGGS WERE flying.
And by flying, I mean they were in the air.
After I had gone home, Jane had texted me asking if I wanted to hang out with her and Nicole. Of course, I agreed and invited them over to my house. Once the girls came over, Jane insisted we make brownies. And, being the sugar loving girls we are, who were we to turn down brownies?
I walked into the pantry to find a bowl for the ingredients, and when I turned around, Nicole was standing facing Jane, both girls holding 2 eggs in each hand. I tried to creep away and watch from afar, even debating popping some popcorn as I watched, but apparently I hadn't been quiet enough in my escape. Jane turned to me, with a sly smirk, and the next thing I knew, there was egg dripping down the side of my face.
My jaw hit the ground as I set the bowl down gently, slowly reaching up and wiping the wet goo off of me. "You are so on," I threatened as I ran to the carton of eggs, and began catapulting them in no specific direction.
To put in simpler words, the once clean kitchen had become a disaster - one for the books, some might say. I didn't even want to think of my parents' reactions when they saw what happened in their "beloved" kitchen.
But, no one ever said they had to find out.
The next hour was spent throwing flour, more eggs, cocoa powder, and pretty much anything we could get our hands on. How I was going to explain it all to my parents, I don't quite know. But, when there's a will, there's certainly a way.
Another hour was spent cleaning the rather large mess, and when it the time came to wash the flour out of our hair, lets just say we regretted our life choices.
Having scrubbed clean, not a trace of flour, chocolate, or egg on me, I walked out of my bathroom with a towel in my hair as I dried it. The girls were sitting on my bed, admiring something. I hadn't really tuned in on what they were looking at exactly, but when I got a peek, I felt my heart plummet to my stomach.
My guitar.
I walked over to them and took the guitar into my hands, ignoring the streak marks all over the glossy exterior. Well, there went my good mood.
"I didn't know you play!" Jane cried from beside me, making me wince at how loud it sounded in my ear. She smiled sheepishly and apologized, making me shake my head at the girl sitting there.
"Play us something!" Nicole gently suggested, and I felt my head shake in disagreement. They both pouted before asking why. And, well, I wasn't going to tell them that Zac broke it, because technically, I had.
