"I swear, this oven hasn't been used in years," Amber commented, preheating it to 350 degrees. Shilo spread lumps of cookie dough on a baking sheet.
"So, who are you making these for anyhow?" Amber asked, prodding her friend in the shoulder with a perfectly manicured nail.
"Umm, a guy I really like…" Shilo replied, blushing scarlet.
"Shi, don't give me that crap! You had better tell me who the heck it is, or you can't call yourself my best friend! Just be warned, if it's Luigi or Pavi, I will vomit and kill you on the spot," Amber proclaimed.
"Oh dear Buddha, no!" The two girls broke down into giggles. Shilo put the cookies in the oven.
"Come here," Amber said, motioning to their bedroom.
An hour later, Shilo and Amber came out of their room. Shilo's hair was pulled up in a kind of curled ponytail, her eyes were lined in smoky grey, and her cheeks had some pink colour added to them. She looked very cute indeed. As Amber admired her handiwork, the timer for the cookies went off. Shilo pulled them out, smiling. She looked them over to make sure they were not burnt, and began using a spatula to put them into a pretty black gift box. She then carefully tied a white ribbon around the box.
"There," She said, looking pleased.
"Who are they for, curse it?!" Amber asked impatiently.
"You'll see!" Shilo grinned at her. The two girls headed out.
(Flashback)
Shilo walked out of the opera house and broke down. Her father was dead. Her godmother was dead. She had no one left in the world to take care of her. She was completely and utterly alone. And then she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see the newly scarred, blemished face of Amber Sweet, the daughter of the man who killed her father. And running down that face were sincere tears of remorse and grief. Amber had invited Shilo to come stay with her, and Shilo had agreed.
The two girls walked down an alley.
"He's got to be around here somewhere!" Shilo exclaimed. "We're checking the graveyard next."
"Wait a second…" Amber said, a thought suddenly dawning on her pretty face. "The person you're in love with! It's Graverobber, isn't it?!"
"You'll see." They continued walking around alleys, finding nothing but a few stray cats and Zydrate addicts. Finally, they approached a dumpster. Shilo peered inside. A pale, thin, handsome, scruffy guy with long brown hair looked back at her. She smiled.
"Graverobber?" She asked. He looked surprised.
"Kid, is that you?" He was clearly shocked at her new look. "You look great!"
"Thank you. These are for you," She said, holding out the box to him. He took it, carefully pulling off the ribbon and opening the box. He looked taken aback. He then pulled out a cookie and took a bite.
"These are great! Thanks, kid!" Shilo smiled in reply. Amber whistled approvingly.
"I have something for you, too," Graverobber said, climbing out of the dumpster. "Close your eyes." She did, and then felt soft but slightly chapped lips press against hers.
"Love is sweet," Amber sighed.