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The first thing I noticed when I walked into Kasey’s house the next day was how different her house was to mine.
The smell of homemade cookies filled my nostrils as soon as I stepped into her house. It made my mouth water and gave me a warm feeling in my stomach.
The décor itself was a complete contrast to ours; our house was decorated with a modernized style, everything in Kasey’s house screamed antique. From the furniture to the colour of the wallpaper. Now this wasn’t necessarily bad, in fact her house looked so cosy that I felt more at home in the first five minutes there than I ever had in my own house.
Kasey’s mother was not at all how I expected her to be either. She was a petite lady that wore glasses with a frame that seemed too small for her face, and she was one of the kindest people I had ever met (to date). She greeted me with the most welcoming, and contagious, smile.
I followed Kasey up to her room after her mom chased us up with a batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. When I stepped into her room, I nearly did a double take seeing a poster of one of my favourite bands taped to her wall.
“You listen to The Gray?” I asked her, deeply perplexed at never having met anyone who liked their music or who even listened to them.
“Of course,” she replied, motioning for me to take a seat at her desk. “They’re one of my favourite bands. Why do you ask?”
“It’s surprising, that’s all.”
“Why? Because you didn’t think someone like me would listen to a band like them?” Kasey questions, accusingly.
“What? No, it’s not like that.” I replied, a bit flustered. She didn’t say anything in return, instead she motioned for us to start working, which we did, in an awkward silence.
We worked for about two hours before deciding to take a break. I sat back in the desk chair and replied to a text I got from Katie.
are you at fatty k’s? She had texted me. I looked at Kasey who was eating a cookie, her attention focused on her phone screen.
Yeah. I replied. Katie’s response came no longer than a minute later.
don’t forget to dig up some dirt on her!
Not knowing how to reply, I locked my phone and looked at Kasey, who’s eating her second cookie. I pulled a grossed out face.
“Do you know how many Carbs are in one chocolate chip cookie?”
“I don’t know and I do not need to know,” she answered, matter-of-factly. She pushes the plate of cookies towards me. “But I do know that you should have one of these.”
Reluctantly, I took one and broke it in half before placing a small piece into my mouth. My eyes widened.
“It’s good, right?” Kasey asks and I find myself nodding, while eating another piece. “See, there’s much more to life than the amount of carbs that are in one chocolate chip cookie.” She jokes and I find myself laughing…
Unknowingly, I started to let my guard down. Kasey was nicer than I thought she’d be and after only thirty minutes of talking to her I felt more comfortable around her than my own friends. She wasn’t at all how we made her out to be.
After rolling in laughter for a while I asked, “Why are you being nice to me?” A silent, yet warm, cloud fallen over us.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Personally, I think you’re really cool. And honestly speaking, I don’t think you’re truly like Katie and the others.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know, I’ll let you figure that out.”
She refrained from saying anything else. That night, as I lay in my bed, her words replayed in my head and so did some of my memories with my friends.
For some reason, those few words made me question all my friendships.
To be continued…
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