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|november 15, 6:37 pm|
"flip it.. flip it now" cindy says quickly, trying to reach me how to make an omelette since i've never been able to successfully make one. "what happens if i don't" i test her, attempting to flip it. "your omelette will burn" she says dramatically as i fun aly flip it completely over. "oh shit!" i cheer she holds her hand up to high five me, seeming more excited over it than i was. i look down at her lips that were holding the most perfect smile and eventually end up leaning in for a kiss, not wanting to wait any longer for one. she kisses me back passionately and smiles into it, actually making my heart beat speed up. it's weird how she has that affect on me still. i mean, at first you'd expect it since you really like her... but after this long? i thought it'd feel normal, but it doesn't. it feels like the first time everytime it happens. i'm not complaining though, i really like the feeling. she's the only girl i've ever felt like this towards. i want her to be the only girl i feel like this towards.
she breaks the kiss after a minute and her eyes widen, making me knit my eyebrows together. "jack your omelette!" she gasps making me quickly turn away from her to take it off the pan. "umm plate.. i need a plate!" i get out quickly, holding the pan off the stove so itd atleast be off of the burner. the atmosphere in our kitchen was completely chaotic as she runs over to the cabinet to grab one. she grabs one and places it in front of me and watches as i slide the omelette off of the pan and onto the plate she gave me. "that was exhausting" she breathes out making me laugh. "baby you ran barely five feet" i dead pan, kissing her forehead as she laughs at my words. "still" she raises her eyebrows. after a second, her breathing was still uneven. "damn are you for real?" i laugh, not believing she was seriously out of breath from that. "i haven't ran in forever. i felt so rushed!" she defends. "well, at least we didn't burn it." i chuckle at her as i grab us two forks. she takes the plate from me and sets it down on the table in between our seats.
we both sit down and cut a piece off at the same time. "okay... on three" she raises her eyebrows as she holds the fork with the omelette i made on it in front of her. i nod and she begins counting.
"one"
"two"
"now" she says, both of us take a bite and my eyes slightly widen. i finish chewing and swallow it as i nod my head. "did you taste that fuckin shit?" i ask her, going in for another bite. "delicious!" she smiles, going in for another one at the same time. "you did really good" cindy adds, putting it in her mouth.
"can i ask you something?" she asks, becoming more serious when she was finished. i nod, not being able to talk since i was still chewing and still fascinated by the fact that i fucking made this. i can't lie, i'm honestly really proud of how good i did. i've always tried to make one, but anything to do with eggs i always completely fuck it up. for some reason i've always struggled with it but i'm really happy i finally did it. my mom would probably be even more proud than cindy, since she's always tried to teach me how to make it. cooking is easy, but eggs were never it for me and they were this easy to make. maybe i'm just fucking stupid. i don't know, but i couldn't make this shit.
