A/N- Fret not, my dears! I'm not dead! Just squirrely. I get distracted easily. Like by watching all four Pirates of the Carribbean movies. And by reading Fahrenheit 451 for English. And reading the Theatre Illuminata series. Which is amazing, by the way.

One thing I found out over the course of this? Pirate insults are the best.

XD Okay, I'm done. Reviews!

imwithweasly4 EVER: You know what I just realized? You misspelled 'Weasley', Lex. XD And, I only locked you in the closet because I knew that I had to throw you a bone, being as I tortured you the first time you go to the museum. That, and you and I both know I would so do that to you, in real life. XD

daringwolf2000: XD Glad you liked it! And, yeah, we do think almost exactly the same. Though, I am without a doubt a lot darker. XD

Romanadvortrelundar (Guest): Glad you like it! Don't worry, the update has finally arrived! :D

Disclaimer: I don't own NATM.

The next night, Lexi and I chose to stay home and hang out by ourselves, in lieu of going to the museum. It had been roughly a year since we had seen each other, and we wanted to chill together, rather than dealing with the insanity of the museum and its inhabitants.

"So, why won't you just tell him what you feel?" Lexi asked, sitting cross-legged on my bed.

I glanced up from the paper that I was editing- the story I had written with Ahkmenrah- and raised an eyebrow at her. "What do you mean?"

"Ahkmenrah," she elaborated. "Why won't you tell him how you feel?"

I snorted. "Oh, like you were ever willing to tell the guy you liked?"

"That was different!" Lexi protested. "I didn't know if they liked me!"

"And what makes you think he likes me?!" I shot back.

She sighed in exasperation. "Oh, come on, Alyissa! It's kinda obvious."

"What is obvious?" I asked, slightly suspicious.

"That he likes you," Alexis told me matter-of-factly.

If I had been drinking something, I would have spit it out. As it was, I ended out choking on my spit, and falling on my side. "What the hell would make you say that?!"

She gave me an irritated look. "It's super obvious."

"Care to elaborate?" I asked dryly, rolling my eyes.

She huffed. "Dude! Have you seen the way he looks at you? Or how he acts around you? You'd have to be fucking blind not to notice!"

"Well, then I must be blind," I threw up my hands in defeat. "Because, from my point of view, he's not interested."

"Well, you know what they say," Lexi admonished. "Love is blind."

I snorted. "I'm not in love."

Lexi sat back, and crossed her arms. "Uh huh. What makes you think that?"

I gave her an exasperated look. "Well, first off, I've only known him a few days."

"Ever heard of love at first sight?" Lexi questioned.

I rolled my eyes, choosing to ignore that comment. "Plus, he's a mummified pharaoh, and I'm a mob girl from Chester."

She gave me a confused look. "What does that have to do with you being in love?"

"Everything!" I threw up my hands. "It has everything to do with it! For one, I'm too young to know what love really is, and so is he."

"He's four thousand years old," Alexis pointed out.

"And how much of that was spent in a tomb?" I asked, almost in tears. "Huh? How much of that had actual human contact? Besides, he's immortal. I'm going to grow old, and shrivel up, and die, and he's going to look exactly the same. Say, by some miracle, we do go out. It's not going to last. I'm not going to last, and we're both going to leave brokenhearted."

My cousin was silent for a moment, contemplating my words, before she spoke quietly. "See, that's your problem. You overthink things, Why can't you just live in the moment?"

"Because the moment is over in the blink of an eye, Alexis," I answered, actually starting to cry now, as what I said started to sink in. "How can I live in the moment of the moment is already over? Why would I let myself feel the pleasure, when it's just going to lead to pain later?"

"Well, wouldn't you rather have the good memories, and then the bad, instead of heartbreak from the start?" she asked quietly.

I looked down, letting the tears roll down my cheeks. "No. No, I wouldn't."

Lexi and I fell silent, but it only lasted a few moments, as neither of us could stand to be alone with our current thoughts. She and I shared a look, and I raised an eyebrow. "Bake-off?"

My cousin smirked. "You're on!"

About three hours later, we had baked so much that there was probably a flour shortage across the world, half of which was smeared across each other's faces. Tubs were filled to the brim with cookies, cupcakes, muffins, and other baked goodies. We attempted to make gingerbread men, but our sadistic tendencies got the better of us, and that idea was tossed out the window, in favor of watching the tiny bread men burn in the oven.

I currently sat on the counter, surrounded by cookies, and licking icing and dough off my fingers. "We're never going to be able to eat this, you know. Not even with Nick's help."

Lexi snorted, leaning against the table, and wiped a bit of flour off her cheek. Unfortunately, her hand was covered in the white powder, so she simply smeared it more. "I'm sure the exhibits would devour them in a heartbeat."

I winced slightly at the thought of going back to the museum. I really didn't want to have to face Ahkmenrah, not after the conversation I had with Alexis earlier.

Lexi, ever in tune with my thoughts and emotions, sighed. "You're going to have to talk to him at some point, you know. It's not fair- to either of you- for you to simply desert him like that."

"It's not fair to have lead each other on, either," I pointed out. "The world is unjust, and we all have to learn to live with it at some point."

"Yeah, no," Lexi vetoed. "You and I are going to take these damned baked goods into that museum, and you and your little pharaoh boyfriend are going to talk this out, if I have to lock you on the roof again to do it."

I rolled my eyes, and glared apprehensively at the offending confections. "You and I could run an amazing bakery."

Alexis chuckled. "Imagine that. Two Chester mobgirls owning a bakery."

I snorted at the absurd thought of my cousin in an apron, ushering cookies about on a baking sheet like an old nanny. "All pink and frills and shit like that."

"Or we could have a hardcore bakery," Lexi suggested. "Steampunk, goth, and demonic cookies, cupcakes, muffins, and other assorted foods."

I laughed. "Is that going to be our name?"

She shook her head. "Nah. Demoni's Confections?"

I made a face, before an idea struck me. Alexis obviously had the same one, as she and I snapped our fingers at each other, speaking and acting in unison. "Hell's Bakery!"

She and I both almost fell down laughing. 'Hell's Bakery' was a reference to one of our favorite online cartoonists, a person named Snailords. We loved pretty much all of the same things, so when I found the eccentric artist who worked on our level of crazy, I didn't hesitate to introduce my cousin to it.

I stood up and wiped a tear from my eye. I sighed, a smile still bubbling on my face. "Fine. I suppose it couldn't hurt to take these in to the others. We can go tomorrow."

Lexi squealed, clapping her hands and beginning to pack up the last few goods. The two of us headed to bed, but spent the majority of the night talking together, and basically just being the idiots you could only be with your best friend.

A/N- I love Snailords. He's awesome. You should look him up. XD The sad part is, I can totally see Lexi and I doing that, just baking until there's no flour left in the world.

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