Finding The Perfect Girl (A Tre Cool Story), chapter 9
At the house, Cloe noticed Tre was going out of his way to help her. He liked her! Well, she liked him too- he was so nice, funny, and especially hot. She smiled to herself and walked up to Billie, who was cooking Kraft Dinner in the kitchen. It smelled like something was burning.
"What's that smell?" Cloe asked. All of a sudden she got an answer. Billie was trying to cook what looked like burnt slugs. The stench was awful. "Billie!? What is THAT?"
"That's burnt Kraft Dinner," he stated as he dumped the black mush into the compost.
"Why don't I make it? I can make it from scratch. Do you have any pasta noodles? And some cheese, bread crumbs, margarine, and milk?"
"We have a cook in the kitchen. I'll get you the stuff, but why bread crumbs?"
"Oh, it makes it more flavourful."
"All right then, go ahead. Here you go," he said as he handed her the ingredients and supplies. "I'll be in the living room, okay?"
"Sure," she replied.
Billie sat down on the couch with the guys, who were watching the football game. "Tre, you're acting immature around Cloe," he said.
"What? No I'm not," Tre said.
"Yeah you are, you're telling her that you like her by showing off."
"Immature means acting like a child. I'm 33."
"Well, you're still acting immature. If you wanna show her that you like her, either compliment her or just flat out tell her, man."
"Whatever." Tre went back to watching the game. Billie rolled his eyes.
Several minutes later, Cloe shouted, "DINNERTIME! Come and get it!" Tre scrambled up off the couch, pushing Mike aside as he ran. "Tre!" Billie hissed, but he was already running. Tre dashed into the kitchen. Something smelled delicious... very cheesy. He went up to Cloe.
"Wow, that looks sooo good! You are such a good cook, it's cooked to perfection and it even has tomatoes and parsley on top!" he complimented.
"Thanks, Tre," she said with a smile. "And for dessert, can we make banana splits? You have all the ingredients."
Tre's eyes gleamed with delight, and he licked his lips (maybe for the food, or maybe for Cloe, no one was sure). "Of course, and I'll help!" he said as he carried the steaming plates onto the table.
Seconds later, they were all sitting down. Mike and Billie were scarfing down their food like.... scarves, but Tre was (for once) eating politely. Cloe was also very well-mannered as she ate. "This is so good!" the boys shouted out in unison.
"Thanks! It's my grandma's recipe." Cloe remarked.
"Isn't it always grandma or mom or someone like that's recipe? Mind you, it does taste great." Billie said through a mouthful of food. Tre kicked him from under the table. "Billie, don't talk with food in your mouth! That's disgusting, and you have macaroni on your chin."
"I wouldn't talk, Mr. Manners. You do that all the time!" Billie replied, talking with food in his mouth again.
"No I don't!" Tre said, blushing.
"Okay, really who cares?" Cloe said, shrugging. "I really don't, even if you're spitting your food all over the table. Just eat it! It's meant to be enjoyed." Billie smiled sheepishly and started eating a bit more politely. Mike did the same.
After dinner, Billie, Tre, Mike, and Cloe took out the ice cream, bananas, maraschino cherries, and sauce. They all made their own, different from the classic style. Tre forgot about impressing Cloe and creatively made his banana split into... gonads. "Look everyone!" he said, motioning towards his split. "Oh, wait... there." he said as he turned the banana point facing upwards.
They all laughed. Billie had made his into something resembling the Kerplunk! flower, and Mike made his into an odd-looking pair of maracas. Cloe made hers into an elephant's head. They all checked out each other's splits, and complimented on each. Then Mike took out the camera and took pictures of them. "It looks so cool I almost don't want to eat it," Cloe said.
"Um, Cloe, do you wanna switch splits? I mean, mine's a dick, and it's really a girl's job to eat it." He smiled mischievously.
Cloe blushed. "Sure, I guess," she said as she swapped bowls with Tre's. The boys could not believe she actually offered to do that (usually they would be kinda grossed out). Mike raised his eyebrows, then grabbed his spoon to break the tension. All of a sudden, he started attacking his split, stuffing it into his mouth. "Mmmmm! Thish schure tashtes gud!" he said through a mouthful of food. "Mike!" Billie and Tre said. He shrugged as if to say 'whatever,' and continued eating. The rest started to dig in.
"What's that smell?" Cloe asked. All of a sudden she got an answer. Billie was trying to cook what looked like burnt slugs. The stench was awful. "Billie!? What is THAT?"
"That's burnt Kraft Dinner," he stated as he dumped the black mush into the compost.
"Why don't I make it? I can make it from scratch. Do you have any pasta noodles? And some cheese, bread crumbs, margarine, and milk?"
"We have a cook in the kitchen. I'll get you the stuff, but why bread crumbs?"
"Oh, it makes it more flavourful."
"All right then, go ahead. Here you go," he said as he handed her the ingredients and supplies. "I'll be in the living room, okay?"
"Sure," she replied.
Billie sat down on the couch with the guys, who were watching the football game. "Tre, you're acting immature around Cloe," he said.
"What? No I'm not," Tre said.
"Yeah you are, you're telling her that you like her by showing off."
"Immature means acting like a child. I'm 33."
"Well, you're still acting immature. If you wanna show her that you like her, either compliment her or just flat out tell her, man."
"Whatever." Tre went back to watching the game. Billie rolled his eyes.
Several minutes later, Cloe shouted, "DINNERTIME! Come and get it!" Tre scrambled up off the couch, pushing Mike aside as he ran. "Tre!" Billie hissed, but he was already running. Tre dashed into the kitchen. Something smelled delicious... very cheesy. He went up to Cloe.
"Wow, that looks sooo good! You are such a good cook, it's cooked to perfection and it even has tomatoes and parsley on top!" he complimented.
"Thanks, Tre," she said with a smile. "And for dessert, can we make banana splits? You have all the ingredients."
Tre's eyes gleamed with delight, and he licked his lips (maybe for the food, or maybe for Cloe, no one was sure). "Of course, and I'll help!" he said as he carried the steaming plates onto the table.
Seconds later, they were all sitting down. Mike and Billie were scarfing down their food like.... scarves, but Tre was (for once) eating politely. Cloe was also very well-mannered as she ate. "This is so good!" the boys shouted out in unison.
"Thanks! It's my grandma's recipe." Cloe remarked.
"Isn't it always grandma or mom or someone like that's recipe? Mind you, it does taste great." Billie said through a mouthful of food. Tre kicked him from under the table. "Billie, don't talk with food in your mouth! That's disgusting, and you have macaroni on your chin."
"I wouldn't talk, Mr. Manners. You do that all the time!" Billie replied, talking with food in his mouth again.
"No I don't!" Tre said, blushing.
"Okay, really who cares?" Cloe said, shrugging. "I really don't, even if you're spitting your food all over the table. Just eat it! It's meant to be enjoyed." Billie smiled sheepishly and started eating a bit more politely. Mike did the same.
After dinner, Billie, Tre, Mike, and Cloe took out the ice cream, bananas, maraschino cherries, and sauce. They all made their own, different from the classic style. Tre forgot about impressing Cloe and creatively made his banana split into... gonads. "Look everyone!" he said, motioning towards his split. "Oh, wait... there." he said as he turned the banana point facing upwards.
They all laughed. Billie had made his into something resembling the Kerplunk! flower, and Mike made his into an odd-looking pair of maracas. Cloe made hers into an elephant's head. They all checked out each other's splits, and complimented on each. Then Mike took out the camera and took pictures of them. "It looks so cool I almost don't want to eat it," Cloe said.
"Um, Cloe, do you wanna switch splits? I mean, mine's a dick, and it's really a girl's job to eat it." He smiled mischievously.
Cloe blushed. "Sure, I guess," she said as she swapped bowls with Tre's. The boys could not believe she actually offered to do that (usually they would be kinda grossed out). Mike raised his eyebrows, then grabbed his spoon to break the tension. All of a sudden, he started attacking his split, stuffing it into his mouth. "Mmmmm! Thish schure tashtes gud!" he said through a mouthful of food. "Mike!" Billie and Tre said. He shrugged as if to say 'whatever,' and continued eating. The rest started to dig in.
