Your immune system did it, not me
Why did I expect anything else?
Sawyer:
For the soup and the company
Ah fuck, that’s lame.
I walk back downstairs, hearing the buzzer and taking the cookies out of the oven. Perfect. I place them on the cooling rack and sit back down, seeing another message.
Aiden:
You’re not lame.
What are you doing?
Sawyer:
About to request a ride and go to my friends’
I look behind me at the cooling cookies and walk over, taking a picture and sending it to Aiden.
Sawyer:
Or if you’re not busy, you could take me and I’ll pay you in milk-chocolate currency
My phone startles me when it rings, and I see Aiden’s name. “Uh, hi.”
“Are they mint chocolate cookies?”
“Possibly.” I hit the camera on the bottom left and wait to see if he’ll answer it. When he does, I can see he’s in his car. “Watch this.”
I prop my phone up and grab a cookie, breaking it open and watching the way the melted candy stretches.
“Is this what people mean when they say food porn?” he says.
I laugh, shaking my head. “Not sure. Why? Is it turning you on?” Shit. “Ah, that was bad. Ignore me please.”
Aiden smirks with amusement. “When do you need to go over there?”
“I’m going to leave now.”
Aiden thinks. “I’ll take you.”
A thought pops into my head and it’s worth a shot. “I mean, you could play with us.”
“With all your friends?”
I nod.
“No thanks.”
“That’s okay. I used to suck at games too.” I smirk.
“I don’t suck.”
“Kinda seems like you suck and are afraid of sucking in front of my friends.”
