SIXTY- TWO

Mark was baking some chocolate chip cookies with Olivia then I asked if I could help, they agreed.

Mark dumped the bag of flour on the table and it made a cloud which came all over Olivia. She calmly fetched some of the cookie batter and smeared it on Mark's apron.

He asked,"Why did you do that?"

She also asked,"Why did you do this?"

They looked at each other for a second then started throwing food ingredients at each other.

I brought out the first batch from the oven then some butter hit me in the face. I threw up the tray and the cookies fell on all of us.

I was ambivalent then fetched some blueberries and fired them at Mark through a thick straw.

Mark yelled,"Why are you only attacking me?!"

Olivia and I looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and kept throwing food at him as he barrel rolled over the counter.

We kept hurling food items at Mark and he at us. The battlefield (kitchen) was a mess, and Olivia and I had run out of projectiles.

We had to reload since Mark was closer to the fridge so had the advantage. The last food I saw was a potato.

I army crawled to it then touched it and a small hand touched mine. We looked up and I was lost in Olivia's eyes.

Just then, Mark said,"Aww, you two are so cute together."

We hurled more food at him from nowhere.

We ended the food fight when all the savory and fruity ingredients were done and continued baking, of course with the occasional smearing of batter over each other and laughs. We had a great time.

Mark took us to liberty island after that and we took dozens of pictures.

The helicopter ride back home was scary!

It's like the pilot was crazy!

We were in midair when the helicopter dropped down, Olivia and I screamed and hugged each other while Mark laughed.

He was in on this?!

The pilot pulled up when we were meters above the ocean and did twirls with the helicopter as we gained altitude.

The helicopter did a double loop the loop, which I didn't know helicopters could do and then it spiralled downwards.

Olivia almost puked on me, though I successfully puked out of the window...onto someone's windshield.

Mark was laughing crazily but we grinned, this was a small space...nowhere to run this time.

We attacked him, though he easily overpowered the both of us and tickled us back.

Olivia wondered why her mother hated Mark, she had only spent a few weeks with him yet she loved him more than her own father and he treated her much better than her own mother.

And I was breathtaking to her, irresistible, gorgeous and any other character explaining complement.

Ms Lucy and Lucille had left the country at the moment, Ms Lucy to act an Asian movie, which was begging for her to act in, Lucille was on a world tour, in Italy at the moment.

I kinda envied their lives and then understood how Jeremy felt when I was still in Golden Bridge.

I still had access to some of my old mates' numbers.

I went to the school blog and was awestruck.

There was so much chatter about me and Lucille, it was incredible! In fact, there was almost no other topic apart from the two of us;

How I was kidnapped, how I was betrayed, how I threw the sickest party of the year, how I fell in love with my betrayer, and more, a lot more.

I showed it to Olivia during our Equestrian lesson for the day. We were whispering and the instructor looked at us angrily, we smiled widely then continued.

We also saw chatter about the oncoming dance, two days away. I told Mark about it and he asked,"And do you want to go?"

I nodded.

"Sure, then ask Olivia."

"O- O- Olivia?"

"Yeah, who else would you ask? You two were made for each other."

"O- okay."

I went to her room and knocked the door. She allowed me in and I played with my fingers while saying,"Umm Olivia, you remember the upcoming dance in Golden Bridge? I was wondering if you'd like to go with me."

"Sure."

"Really?"

"Of course, I was even waiting for you."

"You were?"

"Yeah, I like you."

At that moment, mucus flowed out of my left nostril, I made a robotic smile then fell on my back.

I opened my eyes to see Mark. He said,"You're awake."

"How long was I out for?"

"Three days."

"What?! I missed the dance?!"

He chuckled and said,"Gotcha."

I angrily punched him in the shoulder then he asked,"Did she call you cutie again?"

"Nah, I don't get a runny nose when she calls me that, she said yes! And said she liked me!!"

"Isn't the last part kinda obvious?"

"I know but girls never say that, even when they're shallow!"

He rolled his eyes and left.

Mark took us shopping the next day for some killer clothes for the dance.

He bought a royal blue tuxedo with a matching tie for me and I looked great.

Olivia went into the dressing room with a white dress and came out a few minutes later.

I was drooling when I saw her, even Mark was surprised.

The dress was pure white but had a pink- red gradient at the bottom.

The blouse was close fitting to her and enhanced her perfect shape, while the belt was white with a gold bow to the right side.

The skirt flowed down like a waterfall with three layers, each more see- through than the last, with glitter on the final layer.

She looked like an angel and everyone in the store had their eyes on her then she asked shyly,"How do I look?"

Mark was speechless but I went closer to her and spun her then lowered her so she was parallel to the floor, she was caught off guard and I said,"You look amazing."

We took the clothes home and told everyone we were coming and you wouldn't believe what happened... everyone literally begged for us to convince Mark to chaperone.

We agreed.