Okay, so, I told my parents about my new friend and they. Were. Ecstatic.

I actually got to have her over to my house! We watched Netflix and ate Doritoes. The entire night, we just talked about things we liked. I just would not shut up about baking! It was like a switch just flipped! I remember us eating breakfast.

I had my jam in my favorite jar and we were eating toast. I quickly pushed my jar over to her.

"Hey, what's that? Your apple jam?"

"YES!! C'mon just try a bit! It's SOOOOOO GOOD!!! I put my heart and soul into this jam!"

Starburst just giggled a bit and spread some on her toast. "Hmm..."

"Take a biiiite." I whined.

Starburst giggled again then took a bite. "Hmmmmmm...."

"Well?"

"It's.... not good..."

I anticipated. This was the oldest joke in the book, I don't like it, I love it. It's not good, it's great. I live with Mother. I know these cheesy things.

She was silent and continued eating her cinnamon toast.

I leaned in. "...And?"

"And what?"

"It's not goood..." I prompted.

"Yeah. That's all. It's not good." She smiled teasingly at me.

I playfully punched her and she punched back. "I'm joking, it's the best jam I've ever tasted!" She confessed finally.

That was the moment I knew we'd be good friends.

When we were walking around my neighborhood, I revealed that I wanted to be in the Home Ec Club, but was still a bit too timid to join up.

"Dude, you've gotta join!"

"I don't *gotta* do nothing."

"Oh, come on, Zap, you're a wonderful cook! Just last night, you showed me your apple pie recipe and my God did my mouth water! And I was just looking at words!!"

I sighed and nodded. "I know. I love baking, but I don't really love crowds... unless I'm making them happy just by being myself."

"But you will be doing just that!" Starburst argued.

"No I won't! Did you see Crescent? He's only a fraction of the whole school and he made me feel so bad...."

"Oh, he's a fraction, alright." She mumbled.

I raised an eyebrow at her comment. She smirked at me.