During break, I was talking to Eliot in my room one night. When I got out, I asked if my mom could hear my conversation. She said that she turned the music up loud so she couldn't.
"Thanks," I said.
"Especially when you're talking to a BOY!"
"It wasn't a boy! It was Eliot! I mean--he's a BOY, but not like that! I mean--you know what? Never mind." I walked away. Better not to say anything else stupid.
Rawr.
BUTBUTBUT.
Wednesday, we were talking about me burning butter in a pan that was off, and he asked if I needed cooking lessons. I said something stupid like, "Lily and Katy tried." Or something. He said again, "But do you need cooking lessons?"
Thursday--yesterday--I said, "I think you're right. I probably do need cooking lessons. Doubt anyone would trust me with a stove, though." I laughed.
"I would," he said. I smiled.
He emailed me, and asked what the one thing I had always wanted to cook was. I said chocolate cake. (Feeling like a bit of a pig, but oh well XD). He asked me if I'd like to learn. I said I'd love to.
I'm going to look really stupid, though! I can't cook! Dx
Right. Not much else to say. Baii.
Love,
Faye
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