10/2/15 Saturday- thank the lord!

Saturday. Im in bed. There's no way in hell I'm ever getting out.

Ever.
I might make a cake once 'ever' is over….

Mmm… I nice chocolate chip one…

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7:23

Interesting day. Very, very interesting.

Well, to start with, I got out of bed. Sadly. Mainly because one of the cats had got stuck in the tree and I had to go up and get it. Stupid animal.

Anyway, I climbed out my window and up into the tree, getting the stupid cat out of the tree I also saw a small red-haired figure down by the lake. I love the lake, beautiful place, in winter it freezes over and you can skate on it! The frost is coming along nicely, so in a month or so I should be able to dig out the old skates!

Anyway, being strangely social, I decided to go see Gaara. I mean, he did seem awful sad and lonely. Then again- I must seem like that to most people.

After much deliberation, I finally plucked up the courage to walk down to the lake.

"Hello?" I ask.

Gaara turns, showing the look that says 'oh, hello, why are you here?'.

"I was wondering why you're out here." I tell him back.

"Temari is cleaning." He said simply.

I guess that's an excuse…

I sit down next to him, it's an old log, and low to the ground, so it's kina awkward to sit on. "Where's Kankuro? If I had brothers and sisters I would be with them every minute I could." I say. I don't know why im so relaxed with Gaara, it's like Naruto except without the annoying-ness.

Gaara shakes his head. "Mine are different."

I shrug. "Suit yourself." After a while a cool breeze starts to come in, I decide it's not worth catching a cold. "I'm going back to the house- it's getting cold." I say, wrapping my jacket tighter around me, I get up off the log. He doesn't say anything, and I think it was that fact more then anything that made me resolve my self-doubts and ask him. "Come on, you haven't seen my house- I'm going to make a cake!" I say brightly. "You can get out of the cold."

He sighed, and looked at me. "I don't know whether cake is any better then cleaning." He says.

I snort. "I know which one I prefer, come on." I grab his hand and drag him up the road.

I open the door, and about five cats in total come out of hiding to yowl at it, one of them is Tammy, who is looking extra fat.

Gaara watches them uneasily. "I can see now why you were so eager to get rid of that other one."

I roll my eyes. "You have no idea." I pat Tammy on the head. "And there are more- they just done like creepy people." I say with a grin.

"You must not see them much then." He replies.

I scowl at him. "That so wasn't needed." I say sourly.

He smirks and shrugs, once I've forced open the door (which is too old for it's own good) I lead him into the house. "Here, I'll show you around, it's not as big as your house. I mean, I was only meant to accommodate two people…" I say the last bit a touch quieter then the rest.

I open a door. "Laundry- horrible thing, I don't use this room much, I think the cats have taken over." I quickly close it and shudder, Gaara says nothing, I walk to the next room. "Lounge, opens up to the kitchen." I point around the corner where the kitchen was, I walk then to the stairs. "My bedroom and the bathroom is up there."

He nods. and I walk to the kitchen, pulling out bowls.

He raises an eyebrow. "You weren't serious when you said cake, where you?" he asks, and to my surprise and sick pleasure, he sounded kinda nervous.

I grin wolfishly. "'course I did!" I say. "You've never cooked before?" I ask, throwing some eggs in his direction without looking, I hear the scuff of foot-on-tile as he catches them.

"I don't cook." He tells me, placing the eggs on the bench.

I shrug. "Well, one day you'll learn- and plus, cakes are fun!"

"Yeah, for girls." He tells me.

"And…?" I ask, looking at him innocently.

He scowls. "That was for that comment about the cats wasn't it?" he asks.

I grin again. "Maybe."

I put the milk on the bench and grab the flour from the cupboard, then stand back. "Ok, either we fluke it and hope whatever we create isn't poisonous- or we find a cookbook." I say.

He goes pale. "I've seen what you can do in science, I don't want to know what you can do with cooking ingredients. Find a cookbook."

I scowl at him. "Science is completely different. How was I supposed to know mentholated spirits were highly flammable?"

He snorts, but doesn't reply. I think he finds that comment too stupid for words.

"Now…" I get a chair to stand on so I could reach the top shelf. "What cake…" I say, pulling out a book, I open it. "What about cheesecake?" I ask. He makes a face. I nod understandingly. "Yes, yes. No cake should have anything to do with cheese… hmm… ok, lets just stick to chocolate, you can't go wrong with chocolate."

"I would bet my savings you could." He tells me blandly.

I laugh. "Yeah…"

"No, I was serious."

I ignore this. Opening the book and placing it upright. "Ok, put all the stuff I gave you into the bowl." I tell him.

"I'm not cooking."

"Yes, yes. Add the eggs."
"I'm not cooking."

"Eggs. Not cooking- eggs."

He twitches, I think he knows there won't be any reasoning with me, he cracks the eggs into the bowl. I measure some of the flour out; it puffs as it hits the bowl and makes my face white in a miniature mushroom cloud. I see Gaara's mouth twitch in a restrained smile.

Not funny. "As if you could do better." I snap. He smoothly takes the flour and pours it in the bowl. I glare. "Not funny."

Ok, cocoa-powder. I HATE cocoa-powder. Nasty stuff. It looks sweet, and SMELLS so damn drool-over good… so tasty and chocolaty….

Then when you taste it, IT'S HORRIBLE! It LIES! It's all 'I smell nice, EAT ME!' and then when you do, YOU GET A WAKE UP CALL!!!

I get the jar out, and sniff it. Gaara looks at me weird. I shrug. "It smells chocolaty."

He sighs, and rubs his temples, a gesture I've become familiar with, and he seems to save it just for me. Well, maybe I'm just the only one who can be that idiotic.

Of course, it's impossible to resist. I try some. It'll taste better this time, I know it will. Nothing that smells that nice could EVER taste bad.

I drop the cocoa-power on the bench, it forms a black mushroom cloud and dusts over the flour with brown powder. I sneeze and rush to the sink as I attempt to wash my mouth out and get the powder out of my eyes at the same time.

I move away from the sink. "Never, EVER eat that stuff; it is the hussy of the condiment world." I say weakly.

This seems to be too strange, and Gaara takes a step back I mutter angrily and add the cocoa-powder to the bowl. "I don't know how you made it into the top class, I actually don't." he says slowly.

"It's a mystery even to myself." I say, rummaging around the cupboard for chocolate chips. "Ahah!" I say, holding up my prize. "REAL chocolate that isn't a lying, deceiving nice smelling, hussy…" I glare at the cocoa-powder, Gaara coughs and I snap back from my plans on the cocoa-powder.

I take some of the chips and eat them, aahhh… that really gets rid of the cocoa-taste. I sigh contentedly, and offer some to Gaara.

He shakes his head. "No thanks."

I blink. "Did somebody human just refuse chocolate?" I ask in disbelief. Gaara shrugs. I do the same. "More for me then." I say, muttering 'weird' under my breath.

After finally mustering all the ingredients, I make Gaara stir it while I rummage around for pots and pans to cook it in. Finding on, I butter it, and then turn the oven on. "Mixed?" I ask, taking the mixture from him and pouring it into the pan.

After a while we (well, ME, but I manage to make him put the stuff in the bowl by careful skill and persuasion) make icing, I get more crap on me (how, I don't know) but somehow by the time there is only ten minutes left on the cake-making timer Gaara is perfectly clean and I have cocoa in my hair, flour on my face, melted chocolate all up my arms and bits of hair wet with milk.

We sit down to let the cake finish cooking, and Gaara looks at me, and does the face where he is trying not to laugh.

I glare at him. "What?" I snap.

He reaches over and takes a chocolate chip out of my hair and puts it in front of me. My eyes widen in shock.

"How in the name of god did THAT get there?" I ask.

Gaara lets out a laugh. The oven bings and I ponder over how a chocolate chip got in my hair while take the cake out. It smells wonderful.

We ice it, which covers me in more crap, and then the fun part of getting out glazed cherries and strawberries to decorate it.

Gaara sits and watch me place various fruit over the cake, it looks quite pretty, if I may say so myself.

"Did you paint those?" his question caught me off guard as I was in cake-decorating bliss.

"Wha?" I ask.

"The paintings." He pointed at the walls.

"Oh- yes, but I don't have the money to buy more canvas's these days, so I haven't painted in quite some time." I say sadly.

"I like that one." He says simply, pointing to a black and white painting I had done of a girl under a sakura-tree.

I look at him. "My mother favoured that one." I sigh, placing a cherry in the middle of the cake. "I could never work out why."

Gaara's eyes don't leave the painting. "It's alone." He says.

"Why would you like it for that though?" I ask.

He shrugs. "It has more then just paint underneath it."

What in the world did he mean by that? I never got to ask, because the doorbell rang, our heads snap to the living room, I get up, leaving our beautiful cake on the table.

I open the door, and see Temari there. "Hello Sorano! Have you seen Gaara- he was down and…and… oh…" Gaara had come up behind me. Temari smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."

I open the door, motioning for her to come in. "We made a cake."

She stops in her tracks. "What?" she asks sharply.

"We made a cake." I say again.

"What!?"

"We. Made. A. Cake." I say slowly.

She blinks. "We- we as in Gaara and you?"

I nod. "Yes…" I say slowly, getting worried about her disbelieving-ness.

She suddenly starts to laugh. "You-you made a cake?!" She gets out.

Gaara turns red. I take a step back. "I don't see- I like baking."
She wipes her eyes. "Yes- but Gaara?!" she starts laughing. "You have got to tell me what you threatened him with to get him to cook!" she starts to laugh again.

I smile. "Oh no, he joined in, want to come see it?" I ask brightly. She laughs harder, but follows me to the kitchen, Gaara follows, scowling.

I show her the cake. She stops laughing. "That's really good- who did the icing?"

Gaara automatically points to me. "Oh, that was me, but he made the batter." I say. She controls more laughter. "Do you want some?" I ask.

"You know, usually I wouldn't because im on a diet-" she laughs. "But if I told Kankuro that I passed up a taste of Gaara's cooking he would strangle me."

I sigh, thinking Gaara isn't going to be happy, but none-the-less cut up the cake and put the slices on plates. I also cut another quarter of the cake and glad-wrapped it on a plastic plate. "Take this with you." I say.

Well, after many bouts of mad laughter and glaring (that was from Gaara) she manages to eat the cake and get outta here, I send apologies to Gaara, he just glares more.

Anyway, like it said. It was strangely social.

Work tomorrow. Not looking forward to it. I get this really uneasy feeling…

I'm contemplating chucking a sickie since the last time I got a feeling like this was when we had a surprise quiz in Geoggers.

Nah… better not. They may realize most girls don't get two periods in a month.

Then again- this is Naruto and Sasuke…

Well… Naruto anyway…

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