To meet You Again by Hayley Nelson Read Free Book Online Page B

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    Once Don and Angelo left, I stared at the empty
space in the garage.
                   
Somehow, I was missing Don. We weren’t really together. I knew that. He
confirmed it. But something about what he said…
                   
“You still have the same smile I liked back then, and I still like it now.”
                   
His voice very faintly echoed through my mind.
                   
“You still have the same smile I liked back then, and I still like it now.”
                   
He liked my smile… He still did… Even after all this time…
                   
What on earth was that supposed to mean?
                   
This is exactly why I find boys to be completely and utterly frustrating. They
think us girls are irrational? Granted, we are. I would know, because I am one.
But they’re just as cryptic as we are. Jeez. Why couldn’t he just tell me
straight up that he wasn’t interested? Granted, he has explicitly expressed his
interest in another girl. But still! Why would he say things like:
                   
“You still have the same smile I liked back then, and I still like it now”?
                   
Huh? Somebody please explain that to me. Otherwise, I shall interpret it as
such: He does have feelings for me…
                   
Don might have feelings for me… Which means I have a
shot…Which means I need to do something.
                   
And I know exactly what that something was going to be.
                   
At that moment, my fate was sealed.
                   
The kitchen would be, more or less, covered in chocolate.
                   
I rushed into the kitchen. My parents weren’t home yet. I knew this because the
fact that we had space enough to practice in the garage… I had plenty of time
to bake something, clean up, and then act as if nothing happened.
                   
A recipe! A recipe! My kingdom for a recipe! … If I had a
kingdom…And if I didn’t have the internet on my side.
                   
I rushed upstairs, our big brown Labrador, who, up until a few moments ago, had
been lazily lying on the front mat, chasing after me. I ran into my room and
turned on my computer. I accessed a recipe for chocolate chip cookies, and then
carried it with me downstairs, running a little more carefully with Mocha still
chasing after me.
                   
It should have occurred to me that Mocha was probably hungry and that he
probably assumed that I was rushing to the kitchen to fix him something. That
was my first mistake.
                   
I psyched myself up. So I’d never baked a thing in my entire life. How
difficult could it be? After all, I had a recipe… Ranked four-point-five
average by about three thousand users. It had to be a good recipe.

Chapter 4
                   
    Okay… one cup of butter, softened… We had a bar
of butter… How many cups is that? Well I figured that butter makes everything
delicious, so I decided to take out the whole bar.
                   
I started murmur-singing to myself as I moved around the kitchen. “We don’t
have any walnuts so I’ll just lessen the sugar… Make it one cup instead and add
some all-purpose flour… Mocha, please stop barking, why are
you barking…”
                    Salt? Are you supposed to put salt in desserts? Well,
it was in the recipe, so I shrugged and added just a dash.
                   
And about that softened butter… I mixed everything else, and that butter was
still more or less solid. I had the best time trying to mix it up. I probably
spent about five minutes just stabbing at it. And now there were giant lumps. I
spent the next ten minutes very violently trying to flatten them and break