Today was bad. I got up at seven on a Saturday to run at Cross Country Practice, and today was going to be fun. The girls were going to ambush the boys with water balloons. But- unfortunately- things didn't work out for me.

In my moment of truth, I went to throw a water balloon at KARL. I threw it with all my might, ready to embarrass him in front of all his friends, but unfortunately, the worst thing happened. I threw the balloon at him, and he CAUGHT it and THREW IT BACK AT ME! I was so embarrassed, and also very wet. KARL is the worst. And now I can never look at him the same way. Stupid KARL.

"You know what I've decided?" I asked out loud. Cate, Adeline, Cole, Garret, and Miles had all gone out to lunch, and me and Aiden were spending the past hour sitting on a couch in their living room, watching TV.

"What," He asked absently, his eyes focused on Chopped.

"If I only had a short time left to live, I'd spend it with you."

This caught his attention. He glanced in my direction and raised his eyebrows. "Um, why?"

"Because when I'm with you, it feels like years go by."

"That's what I thought."

We sat in silence again, watching the people struggle with getting food on the plate, until I complained, "This is booooring, I'm bored. Also, that bald guy can't cook."

He threw his hands up in the air out of exasperation, "Well what do you want to do then!"

"I don't know, something fun!" I replied, crossing my arms at him. "Do you need me to define that for you? Because it seems like you have no clue as to what it is."

"You're a child!" He put out there, then paused, looking at me.

"Are you waiting for something?" I asked.

"A battle of comebacks," He responded seriously.

I turned my attention back to the chefs. "Then you'd better go get some that actually make sense."

"Yeah? Well, you look weird!"

Not this again.

I tried not to laugh, and instead ignored him.

We watched the judges critique the plates.

"I'm tired of watching this," He said suddenly, and grabbed the black remote.

I watched at he pressed the Netflix button and a red screen popped up.

"What to watch..." He mumbled, flipping through movies until he stopped on a TV show.

Oh no.

"This looks good," He read. "The Vampire Diaries."

NO. I can't let him watch it.

"EEEWWWWW!" I shouted, using so much volume that I scared Aiden and he dropped the remote. "THAT IS THE WORST! DO NOT WATCH THAT OR I WILL SCREAM!"

He rolled his eyes and picked up the remote, pressing play.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-"

"OK FINE!" He yelled, clicking out of the show. Phew, we hadn't even gotten past the car scene.

"Let's do something else," I suggested.

He thought. "Does it involve us speaking?"

"No?"

"Then I'm in."

"The game is called, 'You Cook Me Food and I Eat It'," I told him.

This made him laugh out loud, "Do you really think I'd do that for you?"

"Don't you have to keep me alive? What about my Antilactical Germaphenia?" I added, remembering my fake illness.

Aiden's eyebrows creased. "What's that?"

I looked at him like he had the brain capacity of a fish. "It's a Disease. My Red Blood Cells reproduce too quickly and end up clogging my arteries. I have to take medication every six hours or I die. And the only way to prevent death when I don't have my medicine, is eating excessively. But the food has to be some form of pasta, because the ingredients help unclog my system."

He gave me a dry look. "You don't really expect me to believe that, do you?"

I considered.

"Yes."

"Ok," He said, and walked into the kitchen. "Is there any other sauce you have to have too?"

"No," I responded, pleased that he believed me so easily. "Any is fine."

I hopped up off the couch and followed him into the bright kitchen.

He ducked down behind the marble island, opened a cabinet, and returned with a large metal pot.

As he began filling it with water from the sink, I opened the pantry and poked around until I found some Bow Tie pasta.

I grabbed the box and tossed it behind my shoulder to Aiden without looking back, and I heard him catch it.

Then I picked up a jar of tomato sauce and closed the doors.

As Aiden emptied the pasta into the now boiling water, I brought the sauce over, struggling with the top.

When he saw me struggling, he plucked it out of my hands and easily unscrewed the metal, giving it back to me.

I took the Jar and almost said thank you, but then I noticed something weird. There were dents on the metal top. Weird. I'm pretty sure that was unnatural.

"Wow," I commented. "You must work out."

"You said it yourself, my abs are hard as rock," He said nonchalantly.

I rolled my eyes and poured some of the red sauce into a bowl, and then popped it into the microwave. Something was weird about him.

But then, Aiden turned on the radio, and all my logical thinking went out the door.

"Woah!" I exclaimed, stopping. "No way! This is my song!"

"Really?!" Aiden asked, his eyes brightening. "Mine too!"

"Your lipstick stains..." I sang, "On the front lobe of my left side brains!"

"I knew I wouldn't forget you, and so I went and let you blow my mind..." Aiden continued, leaving the microwave to sing with me.

"Your sweet moonbeeeeeam," I said, "The smell of you in every single dream I dream,"

Aiden walked over and and grabbed a wooden spoon, singing into it, "I knew when we collided, you're the one I have decided, who's one of my kiiiiiiiiind..."

Then he grabbed my hand and spun me around, while I complied, and then grabbed a spoon for myself.

"HEY SOUL SISTER!" We sang with our spoons, "AINT THAT MR MISTER ON THE RADIO, STEREO, THE WAY YOU MOVE AINT FAIIIIIIR YA KNOW!"

He took my hand and I spun into him, and he dipped me way back.

When I came up, I spun back out, "HEY SOUL SISTA, I DONT WANNA MISS A SINGLE THING YOU DOOOOOOOOO... TANIGHT!"

I threw him my spoon, and he caught in his other hand while I hopped up on a chair to dance.

And we continued jamming out, spoon singing, and occasionally dipping and spinning until the song was done.

"HEEEEEEY! HAYAYAHAYA! HAYAYAYAYAYYYYYAYAAYAYY..." We finished, looking at each other, for once without scowls on our faces.

Then we placed our spoons back down and continued cooking with newfound smiles.

Things felt almost peaceful between us, until I accidentally stepped on his foot.

"Hey!" He complained, grabbing his foot.

I threw my hands up in defense, "I'm sorry- it was an accident!"

He shot me a scowl, "Whatever."

At that word I lost my temper.

"There it is again!" I said angrily. "That! Don't you know any other words?!"

"You wouldn't be able to understand any others," He retorted.

"What's your problem with me!" I demanded.

"You're infuriating!"

"You're a jerk!"

"You're insufferable!"

"You're an idiot!"

"You're a-"

"Well, listen to the lovebirds," A voice  said from the doorway.

We looked behind us to see that Garret, Adeline, Cate, Miles, and Cole had quietly opened the door and were watching us.

I was silent.

Aiden was silent.

This was embarrassing.