Falling For You

-XVI-

Ally and Harley's delicious project^ 

What's you're favourite flavour, or type of cake? 

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Harley 

"Pass the flower please." I slide the container across the island as a little trail of flower spills behind it. 

I crack another egg being careful to not lose any shells in my mixture. Putting the shells with the others I start beating the eggs. Once I'm satisfied with the consistency I bring the bowl over to where Ally is mixing the dry ingredients. I slowly pour the wet batter while Ally continues stirring in circles. 

We decided to bake the cake at my house considering hers has a sneaky older brother. Nothing worse than saying her brother ate our homework. 

After the cake batter is all mixed up I carefully pour them into the circular pans. Forbid Ally do this, she has the least amount of bodily control. 

Gently pushing the trays into the oven Ally starts the timer on her phone while I tug off the oven mitts. 

"I hate this part." She groans as we both grimly survey the messied kitchen. Flour is basically covering the whole island, not too mention the blobs of batter that didn't make it into the oven. 

Nodding my head agreeing, a few stray hairs fall in my face. "I second that." 

Nonetheless we both grab a dish rag wiping down the counters. If we leave a speck of flower my mom will never let me bake in her previously spotless kitchen, ever again. 

By the time we've scrubbed every surface and cupboard thrice, the cakes are finished baking and have cooled for a bit. Taking the bowl of fresh strawberries out of the bridge Ally places it down with a light clank. I place the bowl of icing and piping materials beside it. 

"I want to do the icing!" Ally exclaims excitedly while I shoot her a pointed look. "What?" 

"You do remember the last time you tried that, right?" 

"Oh come on," she throws her hand up narrowly missing the full bowl of homemade strawberry icing. "That was so long ago. Besides, how is somebody supposed to know that you have to hold the end of the piping bag?" 

"Ally, that was only a month ago." How she's able to do complicated science formulas and not simple life equations is beyond me. "Why don't you do the strawberries?" 

"Fine," she slouches in defeat. 

She sulkily goes and melts the chocolate in the microwave while I attempt to spread the icing evenly across the cake.  Eventually, I am satisfied with my work and step back to examine it. 

"Do you think it's okay?" I question unsure. 

"Yeah it's fine." Ally says mock angrily before smiling. "It looks great Harls. Chocolate time!" 

She hands me the glass bowl filled with delicious smelling melted milk chocolate. I slowly pour in the middle watching it drip down the edges as the bowl empties. 

"It smells so good," I take a deep breath and close my eyes. 

"I just want to eat it now." We both take a seat waiting for the chocolate to cool. "Do you think Britt is actually going to bake hers?" 

I scoff. "No, she's going to buy one from some expensive over the top bakery." 

"We'll have to see if she even takes it out of the plastic case." Britt had a tendency to buy projects. The only trying she did was convincing her teachers she actually did work. 

Dumping a bunch of icing in the bag I start decorating the cake. As I'm working on the top Ally works on the bottom, laying various strawberries brightening the dessert. Once I'm finished I let Ally have some room to put berries on the icing I just piped as well.

"Not bad, I like it." I pop a strawberry in my mouth relishing over the sweet taste. Who's doesn't love strawberries? 

"Same." Letting out a moan she chews on the fruit too. "I don't even care if the teacher likes it anymore, if she doesn't I'll gladly eat it." 

Laughing, I open the cake box and cautiously set the two tiered cake on the base. Putting the protective cover back on Ally helps me click the hooks in place. A rare time my mother's cleanliness obsession benefits, the fridge has tons of space for the giant plastic holder. 

After the final dishes are washed and dried we check to make sure we didn't miss anything. With the rest of our Saturday afternoon and evening before us we lounge in my room. Logging into Drew's Netflix we find a random movie that isn't too sappy but not too scary. A goldilocks movie. 

"What did Drew say he was doing today?" Ally asks about twenty minutes in. 

"I think he said he's hanging with the guys." I reply munching on another leftover strawberry. She just replies with a 'hm' as she gets absorbed into the movie again when the two main characters, also the pair we all know will end up together, start arguing. 

From the look on her face I can practically hear her sighing dreamily. 

"What's so romantic about them fighting?" 

"Shush shush wait," about a minute after the girl character breaks down and starts crying, ending the disagreement as the guy starts comforting her instead. "See, this part is my favourite. The part where truths come out and they overcome the challenges together." 

"Sure," I can kind of see where she's coming from, but I would never watch a movie for this exact scene. Maybe when I was younger, I used to always dream about having a perfect boyfriend. 

Now? I'm just waiting for Mr. Right I guess. I need to make sure the relationship is as strong as my parents, the true love. 

I don't like anybody right now, and nobody likes me that I know of. 

I used to always dream about what my wedding would be like when I was older, the exact location, month, and even theme. 

But those were just dreams, it's not like my future husband- if I even get married- will want the exact same things as me. 

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