tooquiet (tooquiet) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-05-20 14:41:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-14 |
PLACEHOLDER
Who: Parker and Raina
When: about noon
Where: Raina’s house
What: cupcake theft and Raina rage
He ditched out of her birthday party. He was the worst sassy gay friend ever. This was like Doris the Rabbit dying all over again or something, except it had been his cousin instead of a rabbit… on second thought, this was nothing like Doris. Besides, deaths in the family got you one get out of jail free card. After that you start seriously suspecting your friends’ birthdays are cursed death omens to your bloodline. Either way, Parker needed to see Raina for reasons both to do with birthday ditching and hearing her kindergarten teacher way of talking. Jeff Branch had died in a drunk driving accident, fast, brutal, and as unexpected as a meteorite strike. While everyone else said their goodbyes at his grave, Parker said his good byes more directly and it had been… hard.
Jeff had been a nice guy. He told his step-cousin he was sorry he noogied him so much at family reunions.
Parker parked his car at the curb in front of Raina’s house. The whole yard always smelled of heavy healthy greenery and flowers, sharp and fresh in the wake of the recent day’s rainstorms. He felt better already and with a grin grabbed his shoulder bag from the passenger seat, locked his car, and bounded up the drive, rang the doorbell and waited happily the porch. It was at this moment, however, Parker detected a whiff of sweet breads, sugar, and the muffiny doom smell of mixed baking.
Oh no.
Mixed baking meant Raina was randomly and without purpose baking anything and everything that could be pitched in a bowl, battered in to batter, and baked into delicious chocolate and sugar goodness. Mixed baking meant that sweet, happy, unflappable Raina was, in fact, rage baking. Like a flour filled volcano of cupcakes and fury, she rained her frosting covered destruction on all that came near! Parker debated frantically whether to flee until she’d simmered down, then remembered he’d rung the doorbell already, then decided he could probably do more damage control from the disaster zone anyway and just braced himself for the inevitable inward swing of the door…