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Whisking some different cookie recipes to have as snacks, for ___ and Jack’s hangout session, ___ was dancing around a bit to some dubstep music. Which reminded her of The Impossible Game for some reason. There was a knock at ___’s door.
Looking at the clock, turning off the music, then heading to the door. Jack was standing there with a goofy grin on his face.
“Why do you always seem to have flour on you?” He laughed and pointed to ___’s cheek.
“I'm clumsy and you’re early. It’s only 11 in the morning. I thought we said about noon. I thought I still had an hour.”
“Well too fucking bad. I'm here, right now!” Jack teased.
“I guess I can let you in.” She teased back and stood back to let Jack in. ___ could feel her face heat up a bit, she was hoping to get cleaned up while the cookies baked. “Well, you can pick out a movie if you’d like. I'm not done with the cookies yet.”
“Cookies?!” Jack almost squeaked with happiness.
“Yes.” ___ giggled a bit at his hyperness.
“Can I help at all?”
“Um.” She thought and looked around. “Only if you want to wash the dishes. I just need to put the cookies on the sheets and into the ovens.” Jack walked over and pushed up his sleeves to started rinsing the dishes.
“So what kind of cookies?”
“I thought some chocolate chip and snickerdoodle sounded good.” Jack hummed with approval, earning a small laugh out of ___. “You know, I was going to shower while these were in the oven, because I knew I would be a mess.”
“You know,” Jack teased, “I don’t care. That’s how I first saw you, all covered in flour. Happy and smiling. You have such a beautiful smile.” Jack looked over and smiled at ___ while she put the cookies in the oven. Her cheeks overly red. “Although, I have yet to see you clean and dressed outside of baggy clothes or an apron. So if you want to go get ready to hang out, I can just watch something.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I showed up early anyways.”
“Alright, I’ll be out in time to take out the cookies. Make yourself at home.”

Watching a movie and taking more time to answer comments. Jack could hear ___ singing a little, making him chuckle. It wasn’t the best singing but it wasn’t horrible either. Jack was getting bored so he started wandering around the livingroom. He noticed a new easel in the corner, he went to lift the sheet. It was a new painting, it looked like she had started it last night. It was two silhouettes leaning against each other. He could see a scenery sketched out. He smiled at the thought of what it could become. He heard the door open and close, so he quickly dropped the sheet and headed back to the couch to see ___ adjusting her jacket. She was in some relaxed dark jeans, a tight tank top and a baggy striped jacket. Jack blushed slightly, she really was cute and she wasn’t even wearing makeup. She seemed more concerned with natural things and comfort. She shot a smile at Jack before going to pull out the cookies.
“Okay, cookies have to cool for a bit but we can get a movie going or we can play something?”
“Do you care which one we do?”
“Not really.” She smiled at him nervously. She just couldn’t get over the fact that Jack was in her home, just to hang out with her.

They decided to watch some movies eating cookies and popcorn. Later on they played some video games, yelling at each in anger and laughter. After playing around, Jack and ___ started talking about their past and their past relationships. They didn’t really talk about her husband but more about her ex-boyfriends and his ex-girlfriends. Talking about things they miss, love and dislike about their exes. Eventually they started talking about high school years, sharing stories and laughing.
“I can’t believe it’s already 9 at night.” Jack sighed. It’s been so long since he was just able to sit down and hang out with someone. Ever since his roommates moved out. Although he was going on a trip to hang out with Mark soon. He realized, he isn’t going to get to see ___ for a whole month. “Oh, hey.”
“Yeah?” She put down her milk.
“Can I get your number or your Skype name?” He asked pulling out his phone.
“Well you can just always come down to my cafe or apartment.”
“I'm going out town soon though. I'm going to hang out with Mark, Felix and then, Bob. I'll be gone for about a month.” She mouthed an ‘oh.’
“Well, yeah. If you want to keep in contact, then give me your phone.” She entered her info.
“Can I call you whenever I want?” He winked.
“Yeah I guess, but I do have my cafe and I need to sleep of course.”
“Okay, I will talk to you when I can. I actually have to go start doing recordings tomorrow. So I’m not sure when I’ll see you next.”
“That’s alright, I’ll just see you in your videos. Like I’ve been doing for about 2 years now.”
“Well that’s not fair. You get to see me but I don’t get to see you.” He crossed his arms and put on a pouty face.
“We can Skype if you really want. But I think you’ll be fine not talking to me for a bit. If you really want a snack or anything though. Let me know, I’ll bring something to your apartment from the cafe, okay?”
“That would be fucking awesome!” Jack got a huge smile on his face.
“Well you should probably head home and start up your stuff. Just text me, I’ll have more of a chance of answering those at least during downtime.”
Jack stood up and walked to the door. “I really had fun, we’ll have to hang out again soon. Well, after I get back and all.”
“Sounds like a plan.” ___ smiled and opened the door.
“Hey, can I have a hug?” A small amount of blush on both of their cheeks, but ___ nodded and they hugged tightly for a moment then let go.
“Wow, you really do give good hugs.” She smiled at him
“Of course I do, just look at these plus one biceps.” ___ laughed him.
“Goodnight, Jack.”
“Goodnight.” With that, they both got into their apartments and got ready for the night.

The next few weeks weren’t very exciting. ___ and Jack didn’t really see each other, other than ___ bringing Jack some food occasionally. Jack was busy recording and editing his videos. He did however text ___ when he had a chance. He had tried to Skype her, but she never really answered because she was rarely home lately. Jack was just happy to see her smile when she brought him food.
Jack was editing then realized that he was thinking about ___ again. He tried to Skype her. The call was answered but it wasn’t her face. It was a man’s face.
“Hello, is ___ there?”
“Umm,” he was looking around, he seemed really drunk. “I don’t see her.” His Irish accent was thick and slurred from being drunk. “Oh, wait. There she is.” He wrapped an arm around ___. Her cheeks flushed. “Hey, look, it’s a pretty man you like.”
“Shush.” Her words were very slurred, she was clearly drunk.
“Um, are you okay, ___?” Jack asked with a chuckle.
“Ummm, not sure.” She giggled.
“Where are you?”
“Um, I'm heading home. I was at a gay pub with my friends.”
“I leave you alone for one Saturday and you get shitfaced?” He laughed.
“Hey, I'm,” she paused and giggled as her friend bumped into a pole. “I need to sit.” ___ grabbed her friend by the arm and pulled them down on a bench.
“Do you need me to come get you?” Jack was a bit concerned, she could barely stand.
“Psh, I'm okay.”
“Jack, you can only come get her if you’re going to keep her. I can’t stand her talking about you anymore.”
___ punched her friend in the arm. “Shut up, Craig!”
“You’re going to bruise my princess skin!” Craig rubbed his arm. Jack couldn’t help but smile at their play fighting as they bickered.
“Anyhoo~!” ___ said sing songly. “I should go, I have to get us home then teach Craig here my recipes.” She did a small hiccup.
“I can’t wait to cuddle~!” Craig hugged her tightly, as she tried to shove him off with one hand so that Jack could still see her.
“No, you’re lovingly gay ass is sleeping on the couch, we already decided this.”
“But I’m not fully gay.” Craig whined. “I’m just bisexual, there’s a different.”
“I meant gay as in happy, you fucking stoop!”
Jack laughed uneasily, “So your friend is going to spend the night?”
“Yeah~!” Craig hugged ___ again. “We’ll bring you leftovers tomorrow, pretty boy.”
“Wha?” Jack raised his eyebrows a bit.
“Well since I'm going out of town in a few weeks, I hired Craig here to be an another chef in my cafe.”
“I'm going to be her shadow for the next few weeks.” Craig rubbed his cheek against hers, Jack could tell ___ had given up on pushing him off. Although his heart was racing, but he couldn’t tell why.
“Oh, well I look forward to eating some fucking amazing food.”
“Hey!” ___ protested as Craig grab her phone.
“Look, Jack,” Craig pushed ___ way with one hand. “You’ve got to kiss this damn girl. She won’t stop fucking talking about how great you are to her. Blah blah, Jack is so cute, blah blah blah, Jack is so nice. I can’t stand it anymore.” ___ finally reached her phone with very red cheeks.
“Please ignore that. Goodnight!” ___ ended the Skype call.

Jack sat back in his chair. His cheeks red and unsure how to process what Craig said. Jack had been thinking about ___ but never anything past hugs and hanging out. He did think she was down right beautiful, but he never even thought about kissing her. Jack just wanted to know so much about her and be closer to her. Jack crossed his arms. Then yelled. “Fuck you feelings!”

___ stretched in her bed and rolled over and groaned. Her hangover was strong, ___ curled up in a ball. “Good morning!” Craig shouted as he bursted into ___’s room.
“Oh shut up.”
“No, you shut up and drink this coffee.” He sat down on her bed and handed her a coffee as she sat up. ___ hummed at the taste of the coffee. “Good, right? Well, are you ready to teach me master?” He joked.
“You just need to do the recipes and have me taste them. I already know you’re a good cook. I have them wrote them down. I don’t think you’ll need help.”
“I might have some questions. But yeah, I guess you just need to taste them. Can you even remember last night?”
“Not really. I just want to play some soft music and paint.”
“Alright. Get dressed. I’ll start cooking. Then come out and just relax to get over your hangover.”

A bit later, ___ wandered out of her bedroom and waved at Craig. “I'm just going to put on headphones and listen to my music while I paint, okay?”
“Sure thing.” ___ set her laptop on the ground about 4 feet away from her easel then put on her wireless headphones. Escaping into her own world with music and painting. Craig looking at ___ thinking about how she was like a little sister to him. Then getting back to the recipes.

Jack was thinking about what to eat when there was a knock his door. Jack opened the door to see Craig standing there. “Evening.”
“Evening. Where’s ___?”
“I couldn’t pull her out of her little painting world long enough to make her come with. But she tasted and approved all these treats and then told me to bring them to you before I went home.”
“Yes! Free food.” Jack quickly took the platter of many different foods. “So how was last night?”
“It was great, I got some phone numbers thanks to my wing woman. She attracts so many people with her shyness, she’s like a beacon for confident people then she's good at redirecting them.” Craig smiled at the thought. “Although. She doesn’t remember last night at all.”
“So… she doesn’t remember you embarrassing her?”
“Nope, she’s hungover and happy. Painting away, she’s already finished two. She plans to bring one to you later so listen for a knock because she plans to run away.” He smirked at the thought. “I know you like her. But don't lead her astray, okay?”
“I wouldn't ever do that. Wait, what do you mean you know I like her?”
“I just know, you called so late and you seemed a little jealous. Well I've got to go. Have fun recording, Jack.” With that Craig left without even letting Jack reply. Jack went and closed his door and decided to eat some food off the platter.