The Things I Do For Love

Chapter 9

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CHAPTER 9

Erin's POV

She was laughing. Laughing! Can you believe it?

Alice, who was supposed to be my friend, was laughing her head off, wiping tears from her eyes, rolling on the floor even, all because of the look on my face.

Weren't friends supposed to share their friend's pain? This was a disaster! You know why?

The dumbos wanted me to bake.

Yeah you heard me. BAKE. As in bake a cake. Bake something edible. Me. 

I think I'm going to be sick.

Why, why oh why.

Alice laughed even harder when I burried myself under the thick duvet of my bed, piling pillows on top of my head to stop hearing her laugh. "Because, it's tradition in our family! Come on, be a sport, it's just one large cake."

"Easy for you to say," came my muffled reply. I wasn't sure she could hear me from under all those layers.

"Okay listen, it's simple!"

I shot up, throwing all the pillows at her. She dodged them and held her hands up in surrender.

"Haha! Hold on a minute. Jeez, girl. I don't want to die so early."

"Yeah yeah, very funny," I muttered narrowing my eyes playfully at her.

"Ok, as I was saying, baking is simple. You see this paper?" she held up a sheet of paper, covered in printed writing and a picture of a big, yummy looking cake.

I nodded, wondering what it was she wanted to say. It was hard to listen to anything she said without cracking up.

"You follow everything they say. Every. Single. Thing. Got it? You stray from the recipe, you're dead."

I gulped. She made it sound like I was walking into a battlefield.

"Sir, yes sir!" I shouted bringing my hand up in a salute.We dissolved into giggles. I lost my balance and swore loudly when I tumbled clumsily off the edge of the bed. See what I mean?

Oww, my butt hurt. 

"Hey, you better get this cake thing started. You need to have it ready by dinner. Or face the wrath of the soon-to-be in-laws." She waggled her finger at me.

I rolled my eyes at her show of drama. "Game on!"

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An hour later, we were in the huge, modern kitchen, complete with spotless white granite counters that stretched from one end to the other. White cabinets lined the walls. It was all so clean and cool, I was afraid just by being there I would taint it's perfection.

 "How combined is just combined, exactly?" I stood staring down at the bowl of what was supposed to be a cake mixture.

"Just stir the damned thing Erin. God, so many questions!" Alice was seated at the kitchen counter, reading a magazine.