This cake is the most delicious cake I have ever tasted. It's chocolate frosting and filling has my stomach grumbling for more. Who cares if I already ate three pieces? I can feel fat later. My favorite dessert on the planet probably wouldn't have been so great if my all time crush Two-bit Matthews hadn't made it for my birthday. He even wrote 'Happy Birthday Riley!' in huge green icing. I would never admit it to anyone, but this is the best present I have ever received. I'm not just saying that!
Two-bit merged from my kitchen, looking like someone attacked him with cake batter, "And when your Mom comes home, let's just blame it on the cake robbers who enjoy messing up clean kitchens!" He laughed, causing my heart to soar. I could recognize that laugh anywhere. I remember when I heard it for the first time. I was in detention (reasons why long forgotten) and Two-bit was creeping under the classroom window after escaping his own after school chains.
I smiled, attempting to rub off any left over cake on my face, "She doesn't get home until five. I'm sure we can get it decent looking before then." Yay! More excuses for him to stay longer! Besides, I really don't want him wandering off by himself like he always does in the middle of the night. Waking up at the crack of dawn to see a drunk Two-bit on your couch is pretty normal.
As my favorite greaser returned to the kitchen to possibly make more cakes, I went into the bathroom to take a look at my appearance. Oh God. I have chocolate cake all over my face! Why didn't he say anything? I felt my entire body grow hot. Maybe he didn't want to embarrass me. Maybe he didn't even notice! Two-bit is not one to examine things closely.
"Riley? You comin'?"
Jumping nearly out of my skins, I nodded, only to roll my eyes. People can hear nods! "Uh-yeah! Just give me a minute!" Tuning on my sink and grabbing a towel, I scrubbed the chocolate off my cheeks quickly. My usual short curly black hair was tied back in a ponytail because before I thought I was going to help Two-bit make the cakes. However, since it's my birthday, he wouldn't have it.
Once I could clearly see my olive skin, I left the bathroom less traumatized. There was Two-bit laying on Mom's new couch, most likely smearing chocolate all over it. I can't find myself to care at the moment.
I plopped in the seat next to him, "What now?"
Two-bit simply stared at me without saying a word. What? Is there something on my face? Again? Is there a spider on my shoulder! I hate when that happens! Feeling my face warm up twice today, I desperately tried to keep myself busy.
"So-um...if we're done making cakes-I think we should—clean-" I couldn't finish my sentence for Two-bit had placed a finger on my nose, pulled back and then proceeded to lick his finger. What...the...I think he has inhaled too many dessert fumes. When I kept staring at him like he was crazy, Two-bit began laughing like a maniac.
He explained shortly, "You had chocolate on your nose."
How did I miss that?
I grinned sheepishly, "Well thanks for tasting my face."
"You're welcome, it's pretty tasty. Can I have another piece?"
Allowing myself not to get embarrassed/completely shocked, I replied, "Sure, once we clean my entire house because I'm sure you got chocolate everywhere."
Two-bit crackled evilly, "That is right! I am the chocolate cake bandit!-Oh! Can we clean after Mickey Mouse?" His big eyes pleaded.
"Alright, alright, one episode, but then we are getting to work!"
What a good seventeenth birthday