Maybe Happily Ever After✔️

17. Friendsgiving

Wednesday, November 25th

About 2 weeks later

I leaned my hands on the wood counter and peered down at the mixture in my bowl.

"I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to look like that," Casey said, leaning over my shoulder.

I picked up some of the pie batter with my wooden spoon and it dripped back into the bowl.

"No kidding." I grimaced at the small chunks in the bowl.

"I'm so happy you all volunteered to join us this evening." Mrs. Gomez exclaimed. "I know most of you can't make it home for Thanksgiving and I thought this would be a great way to hang out and bake."

I smiled at her excitement.

"Now everyone, if we work together we can be done before 8." She added.

Casey signed us up for a baking class once I told her that I wouldn't be going home for thanksgiving. I didn't want to see Aunt Lucy after our money issue and I knew I wouldn't be able to pay for a bus ticket to go and come back.

One of the chef professors created this great way to give back to our local homeless shelters by baking and cooking meals.

She gave everyone different things to make and Casey and I were supposed to be making 2 pumpkin pies.

But I didn't think I did it right.

It was early afternoon and the sun began to set through the big windows of this classroom. The whole room smelled like thanksgiving dinner with about 20 students making different things.

Most kids on campus already went home when break started on Tuesday, including Ben.

Casey leaves early tomorrow morning and wouldn't be back till Sunday, so I would be in the dorm by myself for a couple of days.

I wished I could go back to Thanksgiving when my mom was alive. It would just be us and my grandma with Steve. We'd make small apple pies and cook for hours the night before thanksgiving.

I missed the smell of the kitchen and hearing my mom calling me to come and eat.

"You okay?" I turned to Casey and noticed her hand on my arm.

"Yeah," I reassured her.

"Are you thinking about Will again?" She questioned.

I rolled my eyes and take the bowl to the garbage.

I dumped the contents into the bin and rinsed the bowl in the sink.

"No Case, I wasn't."

She cracked an egg and dropped it into her bowl, whisking the contents of her mixture.

"Well, you should be."I turned off the water and looked over at her.

"What?" I dried my bowl with a washcloth and placed it back on the counter.

"I think you guys should make up." I opened a can of pumpkin filling and poured it into the bowl.

"Well, I don't think we should." I moved my spoon in circles mixing the pumpkin and the cinnamon.

It was almost two weeks since Will and I had last spoken to each other.

At first, I wanted to reach out and talk but I felt like I waited too long and it was too late now. Things were weird and I didn't know where to go from here.

"I think you're being unfair." She said. "He just found out a huge piece of information and he maybe he didn't handle things appropriately, but he still cares a lot about you."