First of Jesse X

I want to thank Oliver for the other day, but I can't just bother him to just say thank you. I want to make something to thank him. So I decided to bake a cake for him. I know that I cannot make one but maybe I can do it now.

"Okay! I'll go to the store now!"

I went to the bakery store and buy the ingredients I need. Of course same as before everyone mistaken me for a kid. What kind of life is this!

Anyways I went back to my apartment and I head straight to my kitchen to bake. I watched a procedure on how to bake a cake earlier and I do remember how to do it. . I prepare the ingredients in the kitchen

"Sugar, Chocolate powder, Flour, and Egg! Alright! All prepared!" I mutter to myself.

--Time skip--

"OH MY GOD!!!!" I can't

I can't believe myself doing such a thing like this. My kitchen is really dirty plus I didn't bake my cake so well. I should have really bought a cake. Gosh, the flour and cream are literally everywhere. The kitchen utensils are carelessly waiting in the lavatory. How to clean such a messy kitchen?

Ding Dong

Huh? Who can it be? Matthew?

No. Matthew has worked right now. He can't be that. Is it Troy again?

No way! Please anyone else but Troy!

I'm on my guard while I am walking until I reach my door and I carefully open my door. I didn't really open it but I just made a small gap so I can check the person outside my door. I peep outside and my eyes went wide because he is there.

I immediately open my door and stand awkwardly in front of him.

"Wa-what ar-e y-you doing here?" I asked him because I didn't really expect that he would come here.

"We're neighbors of course. Can't I visit you here?" Oliver asked. Darn it! Did he hear me? Damn this brain and mouth!

"O-of course you can" I stuttered again. Stop it, Jesse! You are really looking like an idiot right now.

"Relax, I will not do anything against your will and I swear you don't look like an idiot. You are actually cute today Mr. Wright." He smiled at me.

DARN IT! Why I do saying my thoughts out loud! Darn, it darns it darn it! Why does he have to compliment me early in the morning! Why am I nervous!

"Aren't we going inside?" He asked. Shoot I am not really myself now.

"Yeah" I widely open my door and he enters.

I walk straight to my kitchen because I thought he will head straight to the living room but he followed me here!

"What are you doing here?" I asked him because it was too late. He already seen my kitchen.

"What happened here? Did someone barge in here and make a mess in your kitchen?" I said amuse and he cover his mouth. I saw that he was about to laugh but he just resisting.

"Shut up! I'm baking" I admit it to him.

"Okay? But why?" don't make me say it.

"Just- just, what are you doing here anyway?" Instead of answering him I just asked him. He is obviously curious what the real reason but sorry I can't tell it.

"Well I am just here to take the manuscript and then I saw it" he gesture to my kitchen.

"You don't have to mention it," I said with an annoyed tone.

"But you said you'll take it later afternoon?" I asked.

"I have met and I really don't have time in the afternoon, but I know you finish it right?" he looked at me with a smile on his face.

"Okay, just wait in my living room," I told him.

He nodded and I went to my room to grab the neatly prepared manuscript from my study table. I went to the living room and then I saw him sitting there.

"Here" I lend him the manuscript. I thought he will stand up and leave my apartment but he just stare at me without blinking.

"What? Do you need anything else?" I asked him.

"Can we go to the central park later?" is he asking me on a date? Wait it's impossible, maybe it's for just the work.

"Why? Aren't you busy?"

"Nope, I want to go out later," he said still looking at me and sitting on my sofa while I'm standing.

"Then you should ask your Girlfriend to go out with you?" I don't want to have an issue.

"I don't have one. Don't you want to come with me?" He said like he was begging. Shit, I can't resist his charm!

"Okay, what time and where should I wait?" I finally give up resisting

"8 o clock in the evening and maybe in the central park near the fountain" he answered me. He smiled again at me and I feel my cheeks become hot.

"O-okay"

He patted my head and then he left. The hell? Oliver... why do you have to make me feel like this? His touches, lingers in my body. I- I want his touches.

But. It's wrong. I can't have these feelings for him. I don't really understand myself, I don't want to get hurt but I want him. I sat on my sofa and I touch the place where he touched earlier.

I don't get it. Maybe I just someone touching me like how he touches me, but no one touches me and felt this warmth before.

It is still early, and I do have still a lot of time to relax and sleep. I should sleep again, maybe because I am tired of baking and still sleepy.

Speaking of baking. I should clean my kitchen first.

I went to my kitchen and proceed cleaning. I wipe all the cream and flour all over the floor, some in the cabinet and wall.

"Geez, I just want a cake and this is what happened" I mutter to myself.

Yeah, I remember why I am baking because I want to thank him for saving me before.

Next, I wash the kitchen utensils and after washing I wiped them using a clean and dry towel before arranging them their respective places.

After an hour of cleaning the kitchen, I put the garbage outside of the apartment.

"Alright! I am done cleaning!" I roam my eyes around my kitchen and I saw it went back to normal again.

Geez, I am not gifted when it comes to cooking. I just know how to fix and clean everything. Maybe in my past life, I am a janitor because I only know how clean. I sigh and I laugh at my own joke.

"Now, I will go back to bed and reserve my energy." I smile and I enter my bedroom.

I don't know but feet drag me in front of my closet. I opened it and I saw the shirt and jeans I used 10 years ago.

"Maybe it still fitted to me," I said to myself.

I grab it and placed it on my study table. I decided that I will wear it once again.