Touch Me.

43 Cookies Expected

It's been eight months, and I feel like the baby is about to burst. Vikki moved out four months ago, and I'm always debating if I should look for a roomate. I saw her starting in the first episode of her ABc comedy show, "Drunkard Fashionistas." Also, I've been on my baby holiday, so Alejandro is filling in for me. I wonder how he finished Cody and Sierra's wedding. I see Heather at lunch every once in a while. For the most part, I am lonelier than I was in first grade. One day, I'm sitting, watching the news at four, and a knock comes on my door. I open it, and I see Cody. He looks sad, almost.

"May I come in?" He asks.

"See, I would love to have you come inside, but I don't like you so..." I reply.

"That was what I expected. Anyway, I need to talk. May I have a moment?" I pause as he looks at the ground. I nod, signaling yes.

"I'm so sorry. I ruined your life and that's something I'm going to have to live with for the rest of my life. It was so dumb and I have no idea what I was thinking." Cody starts to cry. I actually believe that it's a sincere apology, and that surprises me.

"I won't forgive you until you make me forty three cookies exact. Half of them chocolate, one of them sprinkled, and the rest frosted." This sounds very demanding. I know. He gives me an odd glare, like he expected me to never forgive him. In a way, now that I have said that, that's the only way I will forgive and forget.

"Okay. I'll make homemade ones tonight and give you some tomorrow."

He did give me some the next day. He cared enough to do that for me. Maybe the incident was a one-time thing. Maybe not. When he came back, I thought he was the one getting abused. Who knows. The feelings are coming back. The heat, the excitement. I thought they left, and went to the red door. They came back to the white door. My door. They barged in while I was having a conversation outside with Cody.

"Thank you. Have a good day." I close the door on him before he can say anything else. I thought about the fact that now I had to look up to see him, instead of down. It really sucks.