Lizzie Chivers (pretendreality) wrote in genome_project, @ 2010-04-18 14:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | april 2010 |
Who: Luke and Lizzie
What: Cookies and comfort
Where: Luke's place
When: Sunday morning
Rating: PG-13 (or thereabouts)
Lizzie had woken up earlier than she usually did on Sunday, fresh faced and ready to bake. Cookies solved everything. She didn’t know what was going on, and after Luke had texted her goodnight, she’d spent about an hour re-reading the journal conversation and the text messages she’d got from Luke, letting herself worry and feel confused, like if she did that, then she wouldn’t have to think about doing it again when she actually spoke to him.
She hated not knowing what was going on, and she felt a very real and very irrational (at least in her opinion) sense of hurt at the fact that there was this confusion - apparently - in Luke’s life and she didn’t know about it. That Luke had been out on a date with Eleanor and hadn’t told her about that either. It hurt because she’d never really kept anything secret from him. Not that she would tell him that, of course not. Some things were best kept inside. Not a secret, just... not mentioned.
Baking always made her feel better. Max had taught her how to make cookies and cakes when she was younger, a skill that had transferred quite well into her adult - or slightly more adult - life. She made a batch of chocolate chip cookies and just greeted her parents with a smile and an announcement of “I’m going to Luke’s” at their puzzled faces.
She’d texted him to let him know she was on her way, and it wasn’t too long after nine thirty that she turned up outside his house, wide awake with her cookies - that were still warm - in the box that she had against her chest.
Hopefully he’d be feeling a little better, or at least up to talking to her about it. She wanted to help in whatever way she could, but she couldn’t do that if he didn’t talk to her. If he didn’t trust her. For some reason, the idea that her best friend didn’t trust her hurt more than anything else. That he’d been going through this alone and not let her know about it.
She rubbed her hand over her face and rang the doorbell again, ready to apologise to whoever opened the door, be it Luke’s mom or Luke himself for the early hour, but she had said she’d be over early. She kept her promises.