Chapter 9 Cookies

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My parents would be gone for a while. My grandma recently died. My parents were needed to sort through all of her stuff and do paperwork. Anything they didn't feel the need to keep, they would sell at a yard sale. My mom said it could take up to two and a half months since the property is so big.

It was around elevenish a.m. when I woke up. I reluctantly slipped out of bed and pressed my warm feet against the cold wooden floor. I stood and walked to my closet. I pulled out a lime green tank top and denim shorty shorts.

I removed the pajamas that were resting loosely over my skin. I slipped on the new outfit.

I sauntered into the bathroom and grabbed my brush. I combed out my hair and set the brush down. I looked at the mirror and stared into my own eyes.

I turned away and walked out of the bathroom. I exited my room and walked to the fridge. I grabbed a red apple and bit right in.

Ding dong!

I heard the doorbell. I walked to the door and peered out the peephole. Nate was standing with my platter, but full of cookies. I opened the door.

"Do you like chocolate chip?" he asked immediately.

"Course. Who doesn't?" I reply.

"Good. May I come in?"

I still stood in the doorway, hand on the knob. I took a bite of my apple and looked him in the eyes. I opened the door wider and Nate entered my home.

"Where are you parents?" Nate asked, shooting me a curious glance.

"Out," I said.

"Do you know when they'll be back? My mom had a question."

"Two and a half months."

Nate's eyes got wide. "Really? You have this whole place to yourself?"

"Uh-huh. It gets lonely sometimes, so you're welcome to come over whenever."

"Sure thing." Nate set the platter down on the counter.

"Wanna watch a movie?" I asked.

"Sure." Nate's eyes were cast slightly downward.

"Hey, Blondie? My eyes are up here," I said. I crossed my arms and bent one leg. I get this a lot.

"Oh! Right. Sorry about that," Nate said. His face flushed.

"It's fine. Hey, did you make those cookies?"

"My mom did." Nate was still red.

"Well she did a great job," I said, taking a bite of the cookie.

"I'll be sure to tell her."

"So before we watch the movie, there's something I want to show you how to do."

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