Sixteen

MELISSA’S POV

I woke up feeling happy. Yesterday was a good time, which would forever remain evergreen in my heart. Then I had my bath and got out of my room.

“What is this smell?” I said to myself as I could smell a nice aroma, coming from the kitchen.

“Who is there?” I asked, trying not to sound scared.

“Save the question for later and come help me here.”

It was Layla and I felt relief wash through me.

“Hey, would you quit getting me frightened?” I pouted as I walked into the kitchen.

“Well, maybe that should be a hobby of mine, instead.” She teased as she started frying the chicken.

“Whoa. What is the occasion?” I asked, surprised she was cooking something as nice as this.

“Well, I am just glad that my friend is doing well and it’s also like an apology for speaking too fast the other night.”

I scoffed. “It’s an apology and you are asking me to help out. If you want me to accept the apology, you’ll have to do all these by yourself.”

“Alright, my lady. Enjoy yourself with a chilled