Mix it up! Gala/Kyanite
Aug 16, 2014 20:52:29 GMT -5
Post by * on Aug 16, 2014 20:52:29 GMT -5
Birthday's have to be celebrated. No matter the age. I don't care if the person is seventy-seven or three. A birthday is special and when it belongs to someone that I'm close to, going all the way out of the way to give that person a wonderous day is what it's all about. Besides, my mother used to do everything to make my birthday special all the time until she wasn't around anymore. Then it was like they didn't matter beyond the two words and maybe a cake, if it wasn't too much of a hassle. I suppose I'm going to overtake that tradition now as I get to celebrate my best friends birthday. She is afterall, like a little sister to me. She's been around more than my own father has and with Jeran and Matthew away, there isn't anyone else to help celebrate it. She also has tons of siblings, so whose to say that they are giving her the special treatment she deserves?
-Ding. Ding. Ding. Ding.-
"Crap!" I shout as I jump out of the bed, throwing the blankets off my chilling body and race down the stairs to the kitchen to narrowly hit the button before it shuts off. I feel so rushed at the moment, because I was suppose to have had this cake done first thing this morning, but low and behold, the joys of pregnancy kept me occupied in the bathroom a little longer than expected and laying down to cope with the loss of nutrients. If only, I could get rid of this damn morning sickness, it would be wonderful. As it is, ten o'clock in the morning is rounding so close and the cake is steaming as I pull it out of the oven.
"Geeze, it smells so good..." I comment as I set it out to cool. I wave my hand over the steam rising up from the pastry and taken in a heavy wiff of it. Oddly enough, the smell settles my stomach in ways that anything else hasn't. The sweet smell of the just baked chocolate cake batter is heaven. "Gala, you're going to love this cake. I just know it."
I let it cool, keeping the pan just an inch off the counter, placed on two different metal racks so it has the even cooling opportunity.
Back up to my room, I enter and pull out something from under my bed. It's a small, tiny box; barely bigger than my hand. The girth of it is about the size of two hands sandwiched together. Quickly, I slip it into my pocket of my pants and go back down stairs to wait on the cooling cake.
"I wonder if Gala's going to be busy?" I question as I walk, holding the single cake pan, topped with a vanilla frosting, decorated with sliced strawberries on it. My fingers rhymically tap on the bottom of the pan as I near her place. My sights set upon the tent in the back, but as always, I go to the house in front and on the porch, my knuckles match with the door.
*Knock. Knock. Knock. Knock.*
I wait for what seems like forever.
"Kyanite?" I had my back to the door when it opened to reveal one of Gala's older sister's and with a half smile to me, she merely jerks her finger toward the tent and shuts the door in my face. It wasn't a rude gesture from her, but merely one that meant she knew I wasn't here to see her. Plus, she saw the pan I was holding, so she knew who I was looking for.
My pace quickens as I place a hand to my stomach. A rumbling errupts as my hunger for the sweet morsel is very dominate. I guess the cake has good effects and bad. The good about it is that it's making me hungry. The bad? Being pregnant has suddenly given me a craving for sweets like something awful.
Before I even reach the door to the tent, I hear voices and giggles. I hear female voices and directions and once I open the tent to look inside, I'm being greeted by the flying girl on the trapeze.
"GALA! Happy Birthday!" I yell it out when I feel she's secure enough that I won't startle her.