The Love of Rain

Chapter 6 - Food Fight

Chapter 6 – Food Fight

My stomach grumbled in hunger. I hadn’t eaten even a piece of anything since the moment I woke up till now. My stomach was hurting me - basically trying to kill me – and all I could think was how am I going to get anything in my stomach when I’ve eaten all my chocolate from yesterday and there’s practically nothing in the fridge. At least I don’t think so.

            I got up to walk to the kitchen when a knock on the window interrupted me. I looked over my shoulder to see Rain crouching on a branch of a tree with her hand stretched out knocking my window. I walked over to my window and slid it open.  Rain jumped in, landing on the floor. I smelt her strong sent of peppermint and caramel that I loved so much.

            “Well, you’re here early,” I stated, turning around and walking to the window.

            “You told me to come early so I did. When did you expect me to come? Late? Not me,” she followed along as I walked down to the fridge to see if I had anything that would make food. I found nothing in the fridge so I went and check the cupboard and I guess we’re going to be having a delicious dinner. Not exactly dinner, more like a treat for surviving hunger since morning. Yeah, lets call it a treat.

            Rain looked at me curiously as if saying what are you doing with that cake mix? But I just ignored her stare and got the cake mix out of the cupboard and the materials it called for. I asked for Rain’s help and she gladly agreed to help me. We started working on combining the ingredients as the box said to do.

            The destruction started where I asked her to open the bag of cake mix. She was struggling to open it so I offered a hand. “Need some help?” she let out a frustrated growl and declined my offer. I kept on watching her struggle as I slowly worked on what I had to do

            “God! You got any scissors? I’m going to stab this bag to death,” she glared at the bag as if she was shooting lasers at it. Rain’s face was red as a tomato and I knew that she was angry that she couldn’t open it.

I shook my head saying no and offered to help again. “I can do this on my own. I don’t need any help,” she said stubbornly, which I though was a cute trait she had to her. Stubbornness. It’s funny and cute at the same time to watch her struggling to open the bag and refusing to give up. Another thing I like about her. She never gives up.

            I moved my hands to the bag. “Come here I’ll help you open it,” I tried to rip open the bag with both our strengths combined but it just wouldn’t budge. So, I tried harder. This bag was really tough. I swear if this bag won’t open – poof it popped. The bag popped. And now the cake mix is everywhere. On her face and she looked incredibly hilarious.

            I bursted out in laughter at her face. She had cake mix all over her face making her whiter than snow. She did look cute, I had to admit, but she also did look funny with all that cake mix covering her. Cake mix covered her entire face and her mouth, so when she puffed out air, a white puffy cloud of cake mix appeared.

            “Oh, you think this is funny huh? Lets see if you think this is funny!” she grabbed a handful of cake mix and threw it to my face. I closed my eyes and waited for the collision of mix and my face to come and when it did, I slashed water in the bowl onto her, making the mix wet and gooey.