Time moved by quicker than it usually did, and I was sad about that. Hours with Ryder, ticking away. Slipping from my fingertips like grains of sand in an hour glass. I went home, excited for my plans with the whole group later. We planned to go out to dinner at Napoli’s. Meg and I loved Italian food, so it was a nice that they planned this for us. I also planned to tell Ryder about bringing Trish to New York.
I was just sitting at home on the couch, reading my new book. It was boring and I didn't even know the title. Then my phone buzzed and I thankfully put my book down. I looked at the text dumbfounded. I wasn't expecting it whatsoever. I thought for sure it wouldn't happen. I thought it would be an easy answer. I didn't know what to reply with. The text technically wasn't even for me, but it made me so happy I was practically beaming with joy for Meg.
The text was from Jayde and it said that her parents said no to going to New York. That meant that Meg could bring Zander! I will admit that I was jealous, but I was too happy to pay any attention to my jealousy. Meg politely replied saying something like ‘I'm so sorry to hear that! Too bad!’ I didn't really read it though. I was too busy being happy for Meg.
Right after Meg replied to Jayde, I texted her privately and said, “Yay! Now u can bring Z!”
Meg replied with, “IKR! I'm gonna txt him now!”
Meg was going to get her happy ending, and I couldn't be any happier for her. I can already imagine it. Meg and Zander standing on a balcony in our tiny hotel room, looking down on the crowds of people below. They would hug, then laugh, then kiss. Sparks would fly, shining so bright it would blind people. Even though I craved that for myself, I was still elated that Meg could have all of it for herself.
I put my phone back down, not able to shake the smile beaming across my face. I decided I didn't want to read my boring book anymore. I decided to look down at the title though really quickly. Big City Dreams. What a coincidence.
I hopped up off the couch and went to the kitchen. I iwas in a baking type of mood, so I pulled out my mom’s recipe book. She used to bake a lot, now she only does it for Christmas. I pulled out a simple chocolate chip cookie recipe and began to grab ingredients. Step by step, I made the cookie dough. I tasted it before making it into little balls. I was pretty proud of myself actually! It tasted pretty darn good.
I placed the little cookie balls on a cookie pan and popped them into the oven. I waited impatiently like I used to when I was littler. I felt like a kid again. I liked that feeling.
I heard the oven ding and I practically sprinted to the kitchen, opened the stove, and plopped the cookies on the pan rack. I waited for them to cool before grabbing one, still warm, and popping it into my mouth. The taste of the gooey chocolate brought back so many fun memories. They were slightly doughy in the middle, but that's how I liked them.
I put the rest of the cookies into six bags. One for each of my friends; Trish, Meg, Ryder, Zander, Jayde, and myself of course. Cookies reminded me so much of when I was younger and had no worries. No worries, no sadness, nothing but carelessness. There was no drama and no trips to New York that resulted in the possible loss of your boyfriend. It was just pure happiness.