I am so sorry about the extra long wait for this, but I have so much homework, it's like all of my assignments are due in the next 2 weeks, so please be patient with me.
I also have a confession to make - I'm sick at the moment and I really couldn't be bothered to type so Tahli typed up what I had written in my notebook and edited it a bit, as well as adding some stuff
The first person to tell me who they were most like is @Nabstar so dedication goes to you :)
I still wanna know who you are most like and who is your favourite so the next dedication goes to the person who first tells me wbo their favourite is.
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“Today we are going to do basic baking.” She told us. “We’ll be making a quick cake, so pair up and grab aprons!”
Jack grabbed my arm, indicating that he wanted to be my partner. We grabbed our aprons, our recipe and our ingredients from the front.
Once back at our bench we laid out the stuff and looked at each other.
“Well, Mr Chef, get to it!” I teased.
Jack rolled his eyes and started beating the eggs, margarine and vanilla. “Are you going to help, or just stand there looking pretty?” He smirked at me.
I laughed. The only thing I could actually cook was a boiled egg, and even then only if I had someone looking over my shoulder. “Sure thing. Got any water that needs burning?”
“Okay, maybe you should just stand over there and hand me things when I need them.” Jack laughed at my inability to cook. “And tonight, I’ll teach you how to cook, just like I promised.”
I was very happy with this arrangement - Jack looked good while he was working. For the rest of the class, I watched as Jack cooked our cake to perfection. Finally, we stood and admired the finished product.
“Well.” Jack said.
“Well.” I responded. “I’ll wash, you dry?”
By the time we’d put everything away again, the cake was cool enough to be iced. Jack whipped up the icing, and I added pink food coloring at his instructions.
“Now it’s your turn to do the work. I’ll just sit here looking handsome while you slave away.” Jack grinned at me, taking my seat. I poked my tongue out at him, and he smiled sweetly at me.
I considered the cake. While I can’t cook to save my life, I’m not so bad at art. I snagged a packet of pink icing flowers, a roll of thin silver ribbon and a small bottle of pink and silver cachous.
“Whatcha thinking ‘bout?” I asked Jack, dumping my supplies onto the bench. His face was set into an absentminded frown and he was staring off into the distance. He didn’t respond. I tapped his hand.
“Huh?” Jack was jolted out of his thoughts. “Oh, nothing. Don’t worry about it.” He offered me a smile.
“Okay.” I shrugged, trying to shake away the feeling that this wasn’t ‘nothing.’ I had the nastiest feeling it would come back and bite him in the butt when he wasn’t looking.
I got to work icing; soon the top and sides of the cake were coated in a thick layer of pinkness.
I placed a small cluster of icing flowers on top, off to one side. A schmancy, twirly bow of silver ribbon went around the flowers, and I scattered the whole thing with cachous to finish it off.
“Ta-da!” I proclaimed, doing ‘jazz hands’ in the air above my cake. I turned to Jack. Or rather, where Jack had been. He wasn’t there. Frowning, I turned to look for him.
