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Now I Know
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Chapter 4: Clean This Up
The sound of the black KitchenAid mixer filled the Cullen kitchen. Rosalie sat on a barstool reading several cookbooks, trying to figure out which icing would work best. Taste meant nothing to her, of course. Esme was tending to the mixer, and me? I was placing purple cupcake liners in the cupcake tin I found in a cabinet by the stainless steal refrigerator.
"More flour, please!" Esme's voice rang out. Rosalie hopped off her barstool, dug a measuring cup into the container of flour and poured it into the mixer. Esme turned the mixer on. "Ahh!" Esme and Rose both shrieked. I quickly turned around to find them covered in white powder, with it floating in the air around them. I curled over in laughter. They joined in, and soon enough we were all cracking up. I looked up just as Rose took the entire container of flour and chucked its contents at my face.
"ROSE!" I shrieked.
"Ha ha," she said haughtily.
Esme grabbed an egg off of the counter top and began walking slowly towards me. "You wouldn't," I said. She smiled and laughed before cracking it over my head. "You did!" I snatched the bottle of vanilla off the countertop; the lid had already been removed so I swiftly poured it over the head of the sweetest person I had ever met. She burst into laughter. So did Rosalie and I before Esme clasped on to another egg, tossing it at Rosalie's face. We were all caught in our fits of laugher, unable to stop, but then, all of a sudden, I realized I was the only one in the room laughing. I looked up at them, their blank faces staring at the space behind me. Rosalie's jaw was dropped, and Esme's eyes were shocked. I turned around.
"You got a little flour on your nose," Trey smiled, touching his nose in demonstration.
I did not respond. I was speechless.
"I... I'm gonna go now," Rose said before quickly darting out of the kitchen.
"Come find me if you kids need anything," Esme said before following quickly behind her adopted daughter.
Trey glanced around the mess of a kitchen. "Looks like you guys had some fun in here," he laughed. I did not respond. "Nice cast." I, again, did not respond. "So, the weather," he said, out of ideas. "Raining. Again. Go figure."
"Where the hell have you been?" I spat at him.
He took a step back, not expecting me to speak to him, and I do not think he was expecting it to be in such a harsh tone either.
"Around," he answered flatly, lowering his head and stuffing his hands into his pockets.
"Around?" I asked. "AROUND!"
"Yeah."
I sighed loudly out of frustration. "Really?" I asked.
"Look, I left because I thought you hated me," he said shyly, which, I have to admit, was just a tad bit adorable.
I shook my head no. "I don't hate," I said. "Hate makes you ugly."
"Well," he chuckled the tiniest bit. "I thought that you strongly disliked me. And so... I left."
"Trey, is that really how you look at life?" I questioned him, leaning more up against the counter top. "When something goes wrong or when someone is not completely infatuated with you, you leave? You ditch out? That is a really sad way of looking at things," I told him. We were both quiet after that.
"I understand," he finally told me, after about two minutes of utter silence that was almost chilling. "I understand that it's creepy when some man shows up at your doorstep claiming that he knows a ton about you and about your future. It's disturbing to have some stranger walk in out of the blue saying, 'Hey I love you.' I apologize for that."
"Hmm," I pondered. "Is that all you're apologizing for?"
"Well, that and I'm sorry for leaving, Bridget."
"I smiled. Yeah, randomly with no notice and no way whatsoever to contact you. You missed Christmas, my birthday, New Year's. But," I said, holding my head up higher. "I can get along just fine without you."
"Really?" He looked down at my cast. "Nice cast," he said sarcastically.
I scowled back at him. He pulled himself up and sat on top of the counter top. I looked up at him—I couldn't push myself up there with this cast. He slid his hands under my arms and pulled me up. "Thank you," I said in a rather business-like tone, but then I sighed once more and dove right into it. "It's not that I don't like you, Trey, I do. You're... You amaze me... but, I've just never been one to fall easily. Okay, Kevin was just a fun relationship, so don't throw that in at me," I warned him. "But like I said, I have never been one to fall easily. I don't trust others with my heart. I believe one can gain that trust, but it takes quite a lot to get there." I paused and looked up at him. He was staring at the island in the kitchen, but I kept my gaze upon him. "I think you can get there." That's when he turned his head to lock his eyes with mine.
"I'd like to find my way there," he smiled through his words. "Again, I'm sorry I missed your birthday," he said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a little box. "This is for you. I hope you like it." I opened the box, and there, lying perfectly inside of it, rested a tiny silver dragonfly pendant. "I don't know why I chose the dragonfly," he laughed. "I just thought it fit you well."
I smiled. "Thank you. It's beautiful!" I leaned over and softly kissed his cheek. "Now," I said. "Clean this up!" I gestured around the mess of a kitchen. "While I go clean myself up."
Trey smiled and laughed. "Yes, ma'am! Right away, ma'am!" he mocked me.
A/N—Follow me on Twitter YoursTruly101! Please send me a PM or review one of my stories, letting me know that you requested to follow me so I can approve you. THANKS!
Also, My Mother Knew was nominated for four Hopeless Romantic Awards (go to my profile for a link or Google it). Voting is July 18th through the 30th. Please go vote MMK for best kiss (Bridget Cahill and Trey Patel), best "Daddisle" (Carlisle Cullen), best original character (Trey Patel), and finally, best original story line. Thanks for the support! Please vote! But remember, only one vote per person. If you vote more than once, they will eliminate all of your votes.
