June 3rd

Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod.

My mom woke me up and told me that she'd invited the MULLEN'S over for dinner!!! And she wanted ME to make desert...I decided to make a fuckawesome desert that Stephen would love...and hopefully it would make him love me, if it was really good.

Why couldn't we have love potions? Like on TV and in cool wizard-y books? Then, I wouldn't have to do all the work! Fate wasn't exactly on my side at the moment.

I searched through my mom's recipe book until I found something easy, chocolate cake. I'd made cake before..With adult supervision,..When I was 9...

Okay how hard could making a cake be? Especially a chocolatey one...

Easy. Peasy.

The kitchen was so crowded, my mom was working on the main meal, my dad was working on the starter, and I was working on the desert. All at the same fucking time. I kept losing track of everything, then finally, I had made what looked like, the perfect cake mixture. I look at the clock. Crap. They'd be here in 20 minutes. I shoved the cake in the oven, at a weirdly low heat, but I couldn't be bothered to turn it up. Then, I ran upstairs to get ready, pulling on my pretty white dress. I fixed my hair and yanked my bra up before skipping downstairs. The minute I reached the last step, the door rang. I immediately bolted to it, getting odd looks from mom and dad as I fumbled with the lock. When I finally opened the door I gave the Mullen's the best smile I could. Stephen had a sister...BINGO! I'd become besties with the sister, hang out at his house all the time, become friends with his parents, spend time with them even when his sister isn't around, then, make him fall in love with me...

Perfect, fuckin', plan.

I avoided looking at The God through the whole meal. I bonded with his sister instead, and it was perfect, she invited me to a sleepover the next again weekend. Everything was going so well. I skipped through to the kitchen and got the cake out of the oven, it looked slightly undercooked, but it was cake, it wasn't gonna kill anyone!

I cut the cake, barely looking at it as I took it through to the kitchen. I made it extremely clear that I made the cake all by myself. Everyone ate the cake, except me, I was full. Then, Stephen spat a bit out. And slap my thighs and fuck me sideways, there was a bit of eggshell..and uncooked egg...I cringed and head/tabled.

YOU ARE A SPAZ my head told me over and over. I apologized again and again, Stephen just nodded and completely ignored me. Oh fate...cruel...cruel...fate...

They left. I went to bed and stared into the dark abyss, slipping slowng into madness.

Not really, I just...Cringed.