Never In A Million Years

Chapter Sixteen

"Hey, Lili," Drew smiles when I walk past his house. He's sitting on his porch, drinking a cup of hot chocolate.

"Hey," I reply, taking a detour from my walk to his porch.

"Want to go somewhere later?" He asks, standing beside my desk. "I think we should celebrate Christmas break."

"It depends on where we might go," I say with my eyebrows raised.

"Perhaps a visit to the movies?" Drew asks with a wink. "The average date."

"I'm down with that," I nod.

"Sweet," Drew sighs. "It's been a while since we've gone on a real date, it feels like."

"We went on one last week."

"Right, but we haven't gone on a lame cliché date yet," Drew says.

"I love cliché dates," I smile.

"Good," he says, bringing me towards him. He plants a kiss on my lips, his hands behind my back. He holds me tight, and I wrap my arms around his neck.

"I couldn't have ended up luckier," Drew says quietly.

Yeah, you've got an average girlfriend and a super hot fake one. How could it get better? I think to myself sadly.

"What's wrong, Lili," he asks, watching me carefully.

"Nothing," I say with a small smile.

"Lili, something's bothering you. What is it?" He asks.

"I was just thinking about that English project we have to do over break," I lie.

"That's going to make the holidays memorable. Five page essays are my favorite," Drew smiles.

"Same here."

"Want to come inside?" Drew asks, releasing me.

I nod my head. "Sure."

He leads me towards the kitchen once we're inside. I raise my eyebrows in surprise. We don't usually do in there.

"I want to make you a delicious meal like all guys do in movies," Drew explains looking determined.

"What kind of movies do you watch?" I ask with a laugh.

"Cool ones."

Then he gets to work. I sit behind the counter on a stool, watching him. He opens a cookbook and starts searching the kitchen for ingredients.

"What are you making?" I ask.

"It's a surprise," he replies, pulling out the flour.

"Chocolate chip cookies," I read off his cookbook.

"Hey, that's cheating," Drew says.

So is having another girlfriend. Whaaaat who said that?

I reach across the counter and grab a handful of chocolate chips from out of the bag. He shakes his head, disappointed.

"I can't believe you," Drew says, still shaking his head. "Stealing my chocolate chips."

"What can I say? I'm a thief," I shrug. So are you. You steal other girl's hearts.

"Yeah that's what I thought," he says, but when he turns around, I take another handful.

"I'm not deaf," he says, still turned around. "The bag does make noise when you stick your hand in."

I laugh quietly, letting the chocolate melt in my mouth.

About ten minutes later, Drew is finished making the cookie batter. He sets it on a pan and sets the timer.