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C is for Cookies


"Come on Vi! You're a girl! Girls know how to bake these kinds of things!" The boy held a pleading glance with his hands clasped together

'For the last time, NO WILBUR!' Violet roared the last part. Quickly regretting it, she added 'Even if I wanted to, I don't know how.'

"Well, a Robinson never quits and I really want some cookies." He looked at her eagerly, hoping that she would agree. Cookies were wonderful! He always liked how his mom used to make them when he was younger. Now that he had a close female friend he thought that she would be able to help him.

'Why can't you just buy them from the store?' She replied while kicking a rock in front of her. 'We're going to the store anyway to get some medicine for your mom. We have enough money to buy some cookies.' Honestly, she couldn't understand Wilbur sometimes. He was one of the smartest kids in the class, yet he always asked her, only her, the stupidest questions in the world. She looked over at him, waiting for an answer.

"Because," Wilbur sighed dramatically. "Homemade cookies are the best! They taste, better. How about this?" He stood in front of her, stopping her. "I will give up my precious time to help you." He gave her one of his ever so elusive smirks.

She smirked back before patting him on the head and walking past him. 'You are going to help me either way, Robinson.'

Slightly fazed and annoyed, Wilbur stopped fixing his hair to stare quizzingly at her.

"Robinson?"

'That is your last name, right?' She turned around with a smirk yet again on her face. Violet continued walking and by the time Wilbur broken out of his daze, he had to run up to catch up to her.

"So," he panted. "We- we got a deal?"

'Yes. When we get back to your house, we will make cookies. Now come on, the store is right there.'

They soon got the medicine that Wilbur's mom wanted as well as the ingredients needed for the cookies. Wilbur, being as excited as he was, dragged Violet back home, practically threw the medicine at his mom, and bursted into the kitchen, all out of breath.

'Let's see now,' Violet said, reading the directions on the back of a bag of chocolate chips. 'If we follow the directions, we should make 5 dozen cookies. Okay.' She started talking to herself as she washed her hands and opened various drawers, looking for mixing bowls.

Wilbur, for a strange reason, couldn't help himself but stare at her. She was so concentrated, so graceful with her motions. For a moment, time stood still.

Crash!

The sound bolted Wilbur back into reality. Both of them watch the metal bowl spin around on the floor, until it came to a complete stop.

"So!" Wilbur clapped his hands together. "Let's get started!"


Hours later, and all they had to show for their efforts was a floured covered kitchen and a set of messed up cookies. Most of the cookies either got welded together or overcooked entirely.

"Well," Wilbur said, cleaning off his flour covered face. "You know the motto, Keep moving forward!" He gave her a weak smile as her handed her the washcloth.

'At least it wasn't a total disaster.' Violet tried to chip in. 'I think four made in through.' She looked over at the meager plate that held four cookies. Wilbur's eyebrows knitted together in concentration. He then proceeded to take the plate, place it down on the small island, bring up two stools, and pour two glasses of milk.

"After you, Ms. Violet." He pulled out her stool dramatically. Seeing that she wasn't getting it, Wilbur sighed. "We'll clean up later. I think we deserve a reward for making something." Violet sat down and smiled at him.

'I believe we do.'

The kitchen never did get clean that night. Wilbur and Violet ended up talking and falling asleep on the island, only to be awaken by Carl's girlish scream when he entered the kitchen the next morning.