Hmmmmmm, I'll try to make each chapter 1000 words or more. Yay, go me! I'm the coolest...Sorry, a little to much Kodocha(NO SUCH THING AS TO MUCH KODOCHA! ) Ok, well on with chapter 4. LE-GASP I DIDN'T START THE LAST CHAPTER WITH A DESCRIPTIVELY LONG "WHAT'S BEEN GOING ON?" THING OMG! Actually, it's not a big deal...

Sora Is Never Aloud To Cook Again-

Today is the Cooking Festival, and I will come home the winner! Hahaha! Whenever I do things like that, Dice looks at me like I'm crazy, he just doesn't understand the complex way my mind works. Cliff and I spend a lot of time together, but only at the church, except on Sunday's because Popri's there, and she scares the crap outta me...She really does, I stay away from her and her brother, but her mom's nice. I see her sometime's on Sundays. But like I was saying, today is the cooking festival, and you know what I made? Pickles, that was the only thing I could make, considering after the upgrade I got, I could only afford the spice rack. It was so sad...So I'm going to win!

I grabbed the pickles I made, and left the house. I ran to the square, I was already almost late. I entered the square just in time. "Sora, do you have a dish to enter?" The mayor asked me.

"Yeah, right here." I said calmly handing it to him.

"Ok, come stand by your dish, we're about to start." He said.

I nodded and followed him to a table I was at the same table as Ann, and Manna.

"Oh Sora, I didn't know you were competing." Manna said kindly.

"Yeah..." I trailed off.

"Ok, the judging for the cooking festival is about to begen." The mayor called out to the crowd.

The judge was at every table, he made a wierd face while tasting Karen's food. Manna said it was because Karen put wine in everything. She looked the type anyway. I sighed, I didn't see Cliff anywhere, he said he'd be here though. The judge started to walk over to my table. I sighed again, this time in nervousness, not dissapointment. Playing a boy is really harder then it looks, I've gotta be super careful when I'm with Cliff. And I can't do a lot of things I'd like to. Maybe it would be easier to just tell people, but I can't do that. Back to the present problem, the judge is judging Ann right now, I'm next. Whaaaa? How'd he get done so fast?

"Ok, it's your turn..." He trailed off.

"Sora, my name is Sora." I said in my deeper male voice.

"Yes, Sora, what do you have for me?" He said stifly.

"Pickles." I said simply, he put one in his mouth, and his face froze...He kept like that with the wierd look on his face for about five minutes, by now, everyone was staring as his face turned blue.

"Um...Are you ok?" I asked.

"I don't know how you managed to do this...But...This is most discusting, and sickening thing I've ever tasted in my life..." He mumbled.

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad..." I defended.

"It can, and it is." The judge said before passing out, a half bitten pickle fell out of his mouth as he fell to the ground.

"Oops...I guess I never really coooked without a recipe before...Heh heh." I chuckled and looked up seeing Cliff with a pathetic looking smile on his face. I looked to the mayor who seemed to be holding in laughter. "Um, I'll just go now..." I said steppng backwards to exit the square. As soon as I left I could swear I heard the whole square bust out in laughter. I couldn't help but laugh too, it was funny to see that walking bowling ball faint like that, what an ass. I kept walking, but my laughter stayed. I started towards my house but was stopped.

"Sora, nice job knocking out the judge." Cliff laughed.

"You saw that?" I asked, my laughter dying off.

"Of course." He said walking next to me.

I grabbed his hand, we were in front of the blacksmiths shop now.

"You should be careful you know." Cliff said teasingly.

"It's ok though, because everyone's at the square, and we're almost at my house." I said happily.

"You shouldn't be so reckless. Sombody could come out of no where." I said creepily.

I grabbed onto his arm with one of my hands, and used the other to take out my pony tail, then I stopped.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

I took off my vest and smiled sweetly. "See worry-wart, now if anyone sees us, you can just say I'm a friend from out of town." I clinged to his arm once more.

"Ok, fine, but if someone figures it out don't blame me." He sighed.

"Doesn't matter, we're at my house now." I said dragging him inside.

"What are you doing?" He said nervously turning his head away.

"Stop thinking like that. I have shorts underneath." I said taking off my too-big pants.

"Where'd you get those clothes anyway?" He asked confused.

"I called my dad and had him order them for me." I said happily, "You want something to drink?" I asked.

"Yeah sure. I can't believe you wore that shirt underneath your vest." He said in disbelief.

"Why not? What's wrong with it?" I asked innocently.

"Nothing, for a girl that is. But aren't you supposed to be playing a boy?" He asked.

"Yeah but this shirt is so kawaii! Isn't it? Shows off just the right amount of my-" He cut me off right at the end.

"Yeah I get it, like I said, you're too reckless." He sighed.

"Here you go." I placed a glass of juice in front of him.

"Did you by chance...Make this juice?" He asked staring at it.

"Maybe...I'll tell you if you drink it." I said sitting across from him.

"I'm not drinking it..." He said apprehensively.

"Why not?" I asked.

"How about this? I'll drink it if you tell your secret to everyone in town." He said sneakily.

"Why do you care so much if I tell people or not?" I asked reluctantly.

"It would make things easier, like I could talk to you like this anywhere at all." He sighed.

"You're not going to get me that easy." I said.

"Well, how about this, I drink this, and you don't cook again." He said.

"Mmm, fine." I agreed.

"Ok, here goes." Cliff said picking up the glass, and gulping it down as fast as he could.

"Well?" I said.

"Sora, you're never aloud to cook again..." Cliff choked out almost vometing, then fell face flat onto the table.

"Oh no." I said silently, going over to him, I placed his head on my lap. "Cliff, are you ok?" I asked.

There was no answer.

"Aww my poor Cliffie." I sighed getting up, dragging him to the couch.

"I wish he didn't weigh so much..." I said struggling to lift him on the couch, I finally got him and sighed falling onto the floor.

"Damn, who knows how long he'll be out..."

I'm done here. I'll write the next chapter soon, promise, it's because I have a four day weekend, so I have tons of time!