Chapter 14: Cupcakes

Cupcakes

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Making someone happy with just a simple effort, I would totally do it over and over again if that is the case.

I looked on the wall clock that was in the living room and it's already 3 in the afternoon. My cookies are now in the oven, baking. 

It didn't take long for these yummy sweets to bake so I got them out of the oven and placed them on a clean white plate.

I sniffed the cookies and it smelled super delicious! Well, only for me though. I'm not pretty confident about this. It has been so long since I've baked and I don't know if it looks good to others. In my eyes, it looks wonderful and probably ten times better than my cookies from before. I really think that I have improved so much and I'm very proud of it! 

I may be a little nervous but cheering myself up into hoping that he would like my cookies does help me a lot. 

With a deep breath, I slowly and carefully made my way up the stairs while carrying the cookies on my hands.

I wonder what his reaction would be? If I remember it right, Ate July said that it has been so long since they have tasted homemade baking. Will he love this? I didn't get the chance to try them because I feel really excited and also, I definitely want him to try it first. 

But what if he would not love this? What should I do? Would he refuse this because it isn't delicious? Or maybe because it's not his mother who baked this? 

I wonder what my reaction would be. I'm nervous. But oh well, if ever he doesn't want it, I'll just call Ate and give it to her. I know she'll love them. But still, it would really hurt me if he wouldn't like it. 

I'll just hope for the best.

As soon as I got in the room, he raised his head at me, his expression was deadly serious but I could faintly see the subtle excitement hidden behind in his eyes.

I smiled at him, my hands and lips were twitching from the unnerving feeling inside my chest and approached him. He looked at the cookies that were on the plate and gave me a disappointed look so I asked him, "what's wrong?"

He didn't answer my question but got a cookie and ate it instead. I looked at him and his expression was blank. My heart was starting to beat out of my chest as he slowly chewed on it like it was very hard and sticky. 

But it was perfectly baked! I think. Even so, if it isn't, he doesn't need to show it, right? It's making me unhappy.

It took quite long when he finally swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. 

He coughed and said, "not bad."

"Really!?" I grinned at him. It may not be the best comment but I am satisfied.

"But I'm quite disappointed." He looked at me with dismay.

"Why?"

"I don't really like cookies."

"But you said cookies?"

"No." 

"What is it that you said, then?"

Slowly, he released his breath through clenched teeth and said,

"Cupcakes."

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am now laying down on the bed, staring at the dirty-white ceiling, feeling a little bit upset. 

It has been three days since that day. That day where I baked him cookies instead of cupcakes and he is avoiding me.

I could not believe it.

He didn't look at me or talk to me for the whole three days. Like, heck. Just because of that? I swear he's like a kid. No, he is worse. Like damn, being sulky for THREE DAYS!? You have got to be kidding me! 

But I guess I can't really blame him. Half of it is my fault. If I should have asked him what he wanted again, it wouldn't have happened. I should have baked him cupcakes instead of cookies.

But still, the other half of it is his fault! I already asked him before I left the room but he didn't answer me and now he has the guts to get sulky after all the effort that I've put into baking and worse, he only ate one? Ugh, how dare him!

Besides, if it isn't for his intimidating aura, I could have had the guts to go to him and ask him again. I mean, it's not really that scary but, he was too busy at that time and I don't want to interrupt him any longer. 

But who would have thought that he loves, cookies? 

I should have asked ate July about it but I know that she'll just tell me to find it out for myself.

But wait.

If I remember it well, other pieces of information about Neal was already written on the papers that I left at home and I did not even get the chance to read it! I mean, I didn't even bother to take a look at it!

God, Kira. 

If I, at least gave time to read it, I should have learned who the man really is by now. I could've also learned about the other information that I needed to know about him.

Now, what should I do to stop him from having such a sulky mood? Should I bake him some cupcakes? What he told me last time, 'no need. It's too late for that' so, what else should I do? 

It would be a waste of time if I'll ask him because he would simply give me the cold shoulder. No matter how many times I have approached him and begged him to notice me or at least talk to me, he wouldn't. He would obviously choose to hide away from me after what happened. It feels like I'm just a nuisance to him.

I sat up from the bed and glanced at the bedside table. I saw my phone and got an idea.

I'll just call Ate July and ask her about it. If she would not tell me then, I'll blackmail her using her favorite cookies. That's it!

She wouldn't dare say no to it, right? It would give her a hard time choosing!

I stood up, took my phone, and went outside the room. It's best if I'll call Ate July outside the house so that Neal wouldn't hear us talking about him.