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Days of our Love	By : BlissGirl4Life Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Days of our Love
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Chapter 20: No, We Didn’t Light It, But We Tried to Fight It
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October was going by fast. It was already Halloween, and I could hardly believe the year was going to be over in two months.

I had gone out to get some breakfast from Dunkin’ Donuts to bring home for Chris and I—a bagel with cream cheese for him, and two chocolate frosted donuts for myself—and had just arrived back at our LA house.
I found him sitting at the kitchen table, carving a pumpkin.
I smirked, and set down the brown paper bag containing our breakfast. “Aren’t we a little old to be carving a pumpkin?”
He looked up at me. “You’re never too old to carve one of these. I used to carve pumpkins all the time when I as younger. I missed it, so I bought one the other day.”
I shrugged. “Whatever floats your boat. I kissed the top of his head, and then headed to the fridge. I poured us two tall glasses of orang juice, then sat down at the table, pushing Chris’ glass over to him. “What’cha making?”
He licked his lips, concentrating on cutting the pumpkin at just the right angle. “You’ll see.”
I emptied the bag of our breakfast, and began eating my donuts. “Aren’t you going to have your breakfast?”
“Don’t talk with your mouthful. When I’m finished.”
I rolled my eyes and swallowed. “Your bagel is going to get cold. Cold bagels aren’t as good as they are when they are warm and the cream cheese is still melted onto it.”
“How would you know? You only shove junk food into your mouth.” He nodded towards my donuts.
“It’s not junk. This has dairy and bread.”
He looked up at me. A donut is made of dough—not bread. Hence the word doughnut.”
I shrugged. “Bread is made of dough too.”
He rolled his eyes and went back to his carving.
I finished my first donut and started on my second.
He made a face. “You remind me of Sligh, the way you’re packing those away.”
“Uh, uh!” I remembered not to talk with my mouth full, and swallowed before continuing. “Sligh would have ordered four—of each kind.”
Chris laughed. “He’s not that bad.”
“I think we need to have him over again to remind you of just how much he eats.” I finished my second donut, and downed my orange juice. “Are you going to eat that?” I nodded towards his bagel.
He looked up at me again. “Yes, Sligh. I’m going to be eating it in just a second.”
I grinned. “One.”
“Ha, ha.”
I got up, rinsed my cup in the sink, and put it in the dishwasher.
“Done! Come look.”
I walked back over to the table, and examined Chris’ pumpkin. I laughed. “It’s SpongeBob!”
He grinned. “I printed out a sheet that shows how to carve him. Did I do good?”
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. “You did great!”
He grinned. “I’m glad you like it.” He began to dig into his breakfast.
I smiled once more at the pumpkin, then sat down again. “So, what is on the agenda for today?”
He grinned. “Well, I have a meeting with a producer from NBC. He might get me a one-time spout on Medium. I think it would be cool to be on there. I just got the call yesterday and they want to see me already, so I’m really excited about it.”
“Well good for you! Do you want me to come with?”
He shook his head. “I better do this alone, but thanks. I wanted to make a pumpkin pie for tonight. Hopefully I won’t be gone too long.”
“I can make it for you while you’re gone. I have nothing else to do today, for once.”
He smirked. “No offense, Blake, but this is a pumpkin chiffon pie. It’s hard enough for you to even make a regular pumpkin pie, let alone a pumpkin chiffon one.”
“How much more difficult could it be? Come on. Just give me the recipe, and I’ll have one waiting for you when you get home. Please? I want to be able to do this for you.” I was tired of being labeled as “The Boy Who Couldn’t Cook’. I wanted to do something nice for Chris, and this would be the perfect thing.
He sighed. “Fine. The recipe is on the counter, and the ingredients are in the cupboard. Why do I have a feeling I’m going to regret this?”
“You won’t, Chris. Don’t worry! Give me some credit. What could go wrong?”
“That’s exactly what I’m worried about,” he said.
I rolled my eyes. He had nothing to worry about. Or so I thought…
B∞C

I wasn’t quite sure I should have given Blake permission to make that pie. Blake alone with an oven was not a good thing. I was worried the whole time I drove to the meeting. I considered calling him up, but I didn’t want him to think I didn’t trust him. I then got an idea. I would call someone to check up on him. That would work. I dialed Ace first.
“Sorry, buddy, no can do! I’m on my way to pick up Brandon and head on over to Vegas as we speak. We got a great package deal, and we’re going to go and see if we can hit it big.”
Well, there went the idea of trying Brandon next.
“All right, well, have fun. Just stay away form the tables. It’s much easier to win on the slot machines,” I said.
“You just have to learn when to stop. If you play your cards right—no pun intended—you can walk away in good shape even if you play the tables,” Ace insisted.
“Well good luck to you then. Tell Brandon I said hello.”
“Will do.”
We said our goodbyes. I knew Ginger was working. I wasn’t sure about Ethan or Cisco, but really, the thought of those two alone in the house with Blake was even worse than just the thought of just Blake alone in the house. Blake didn’t really know Lauren that well, so that left Shyamali and Sanjaya. I dialed their number, and Sanjaya picked up.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Sanjaya. Is your sister home?”
“Na. She is out somewhere or other. She never tells me where she is going anymore. Not that I care. I like having the house to myself with no nagging sister. I love her, but…”
“I have a favor to ask you. Could you go over to Blake’s and my place today and check on Blake? He talked me into letting him make a pie while I’m at a meeting today, and—”
“You left Blake alone with permission to use the oven? What were you thinking? Remember when he tried to put that frozen pizza in the oven? He set the timer to a hundred degrees higher, thinking it would make the pizza finish faster. We had to evacuate the bus, because the smell of the smoke was dangerous to inhale.”
“I really need you to get over and check on him. Please!” The memory of that night only made me panic more.
“I don’t know how happy he is going to be to see me, but sure. I’ll do it. I love ticking Blake off. I still haven’t forgotten that monkey, thing you know. Shyamali put her copy in a magnet frame and stuck it to the fridge. Now I have to look at it every time I go to get food. I try to hide it, but she always finds it and puts it back up. I should burn it.”
I smirked. I could see Shy doing that. “So, will you go check on him before he gets too far into making it?”
“How long ago did you leave him?”
I glanced a the car clock. “About ten minutes ago.”
He sighed. “I’m on my way as soon as we hang up.”
“Thank you. I’ll treat you to some bananas the next time I see you.”
“Ha, ha. You’re a riot. Bye.”
“Bye.”
I clicked off my phone, and smiled. Sanjaya would keep him under control.
What was I thinking?
B∞C

I set all the ingredients in a row on the counter. I could do this. It was just one simple pie. Chris never gave me enough credit. Sometimes I swear he forgot that I was the older one in the relationship.
“Make pie crust. Sift flour and salt into bowl.” I remembered sifting from one of the sand toys I used to play with when I was little. I took a drainer and poured the flour into it. I didn’t know how much to use, so I put half the bag in. I knew flour helped make things not as sticky, so I figured the more flour I put, the less of a mess the pie would be when finished. I shook the drainer over the bowl until the flower had sifted through the holes and into the bowl. I had to wonder why it had to be sifted. Why couldn’t I just pour it in? It all went to the same place. At least the salt already had a sifter on the top. I took the salt shaker and shook it several times over the pie. “Add oil and milk.”
I couldn’t find the measuring cups, so I took out a paper cup, figuring that it was small enough to do the trick. I filled the cup halfway, and then poured oil into the mix. Next, I filled the cup a fourth way full with milk and poured that into the mix as well.
I mixed it all together, and then pressed it into the foil-covered pie crust holder. It looked a little liquidy for a pie crust, but I figured it would harden upon heating. I put it in the oven, and made sure to set it on the correct temperature. I looked at my watch. In ten minutes, it would be ready.
Next, I poured two cups of milk in a separate container as directed. I was unsure of how to add the yolks to it, but I had to add them without the white. The doorbell rang before I could figure it out.
I headed to the door, wondering who it could be. I groaned when I pulled the door open and saw Sanjaya standing there.
“Well hello to you too. I heard you’re attempting to make a pie.”
“Chris sent you to check on me, didn’t he?”
Sanjaya shrugged. "He might have.”
I rolled my eyes. “You can go back home now. I don’t need any checking up on. I’m doing just fine.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Sanjaya pushed past me, and started walking towards the kitchen.
“Walk right in,” I said, annoyed. I shut the door, and headed into the kitchen. “Do you know how to separate the eggs from the yolks?”
He shrugged. “I just crack it in an empty bowl and grab the yolk from it.”
“Well, wash your hands if you’re going to do that.”
“You wash yours too. You think you don’t get dirty hands?”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine.”
We both washed our hands. I then cracked the eggs, while he grabbed the yolks and plopped them into the milk.
“It says to beat them. Do you have a mixer?” Sanjaya asked.
I nodded, and went underneath the cupboard, where I found our mixer. I plugged it on and turned it on. I grinned, and aimed it at Sanjaya.
“Get that look off your face! You’re creeping me out. And don’t point that at me!”
I laughed. “Chillax! If I were going to kill you, I’d kill you in a much less messy way. I don’t want to get blood all over the kitchen, or worse yet in the pie.” I mixed the mixture we had just made, then turned the blender off.
I stirred the new mixture in with the spice mixture, and then Sanjaya turned on the burner to a medium heat and began stirring it over the burner. “I hope this doesn’t take long to boil. I hate waiting around,” he said.
“Then go.”
“And leave you alone in the kitchen with the oven on? I think not.”
I rolled my eyes. Chris was so going to be paid back for this when he got home.
B∞C

My meeting went well. I was pretty sure I was going to be able to get a guest spot for one of the episodes. The producer was going to call me back in a week, and I hoped it would be with good news. He assured me that it was most likely going to be good news, so I just had to wait and see.
I decided to pick up a couple more pumpkins and some lunch on the way home. I figured the three of us could have lunch together, and carve some pumpkins afterwards. It wasn’t often that Blake and I got to hang with Sanjaya and no one else. I guess between the age difference, and our busy schedules, it hadn’t worked out in the past.
I headed to get the pumpkins first. I would then call and get Sanjaya and Blake and see what they wanted me to bring home from McDonald’s. Hopefully all was going well, and we would be able to have a nice pumpkin pie for dessert.
I should have known not to hope so big.
B∞C

“This is taking forever to boil.” Sanjaya sniffed the air. “What’s that smell? It is supposed to smell like that?”
“I don’t think so. It smells burned. But how could it be burned if it hasn’t even started to boil yet?” As soon as I said that, I remembered the crust. “Shit!” I looked at the clock. It had been forty minutes! “Oh no.”
Sanjaya looked up. “What do you mean ‘oh no’? I don’t like oh nos.”
“The crust! It was supposed to be done thirty minutes ago!”
“Well then why didn’t you take it out?” Sanjaya asked, alarmed.
“I forgot, dumb ass.”
“I’m the dumb ass? You’re the one who forgot to take the crust out. I didn’t even know it was in there!”
I took out to oven mitts and placed them over my hands.
Sanjaya set a rack down on the counter, and then opened the oven door for me.
I took out the crust, that was now black and still liquidy. I set it on the rack. “Do you think he’ll notice?”
Sanjaya gave me a look. “I think he’ll notice the crust is black instead of tan and tastes like soot instead of crust, yeah.”
“We have to get a new crust. I can’t et Chris down,” I said.
“Do we have enough to make a new one?” Sanjaya scanned the ingredients.
“Screw it! We don’t have time for that. The grocery store is just a little ways down from here. Let’s just go pick one up,” I suggested.
“Well, one of us should stay back here and keep on cooking.”
“I’ll stay back. I want to be the one to make the pie for Chris,” I said.
“I’m not leaving you alone with the oven. The whole reason I came here was to prevent that.”
“Fine, then come with me. You’re not going to make the pie without me. It’s my job,” I insisted.
“But we have to wait for this to boil,” Sanjaya said, stirring his mixture some more.
“Does that look like it’s ready to boil anytime soon?” I asked, nodding towards the pot.
Sanjaya shook his head. “No, not really.”
“We’ll just leave it to boil. We’ll be back in fifteen minutes. We’ve already been waiting that long already, and it’s not budging. It will be fine when we get back. Also, it’s got to be better than just waiting here for it to boil,” I reasoned.
Sanjaya sighed, giving the mixture one last little stir. “All right. But we can’t be any longer than fifteen minutes.”
“We won’t be. Let’s go.”
So we both got out shoes on, and left the house for the grocery store.
Only looking back on it now, do I realize how stupid we both were. Maybe Sanjaya was a little more stupid than I was. After all, he was there to make sure I didn’t mess anything up, yet he still agreed to leave the house with the burner still on.
B∞C

I got three more pumpkins, and then headed to McDonald’s. I tried calling Blake, but he wasn’t answering the home phone or his cell phone. I didn’t have Sanjaya’s cell number plugged into my cell phone, and I didn’t know the number. He wasn’t answering his home phone. I was worried, but hoped they were just too busy baking to bother answering the phone. Or maybe Blake was ignoring my calls, angry with me for having Sanjaya go over and check on him.
I continued to McDonald’s anyway. I knew what Blake usually got, and I figured a chicken nugget happy meal with sweet and sour sauce would make Sanjaya happy. I could hardly wait to get home and see how far hey had gotten with the pie.
Or hadn’t gotten…
B∞C

We managed to find a nice pie crust right away, and then we headed back to the house.
As soon as we got in the door, I knew something was wrong. “Sanjaya, why is there smoke coming from the kitchen?”
“I don’t know, but that can’t be good.”
We both ran to the kitchen, and gasped when we saw the mess. There was smoke everywhere. The spices mix was boiling over, and there was a heavy cloud of smoke coming from the oven.
“Blake, when you took out the pie crust, did you happen to remember to turn the oven off?” Sanjaya asked.
“Of course I did! At least, I think I did. Maybe I didn’t.” I felt my face flush. “Oops.”
Sanjaya groaned. “We never should have left the house! We should have just made another one. It wouldn’t have taken that long.”
“Don’t worry. I have it taken care of,” I said. I turned off the oven, and then headed over to the sink. I turned it on, and then took the water sprayer.
“Blake, what are you doing with that?” Sanjaya asked.
“I’m going to put out the smoke. Duh!”
“Wait. I think I remember hearing that it is bad to put out an oven fire with water,” he said.
“Please! Water is to put fires out. Besides, there is no fire. I’m just clearing the smoke away so that a fire won’t start.” I ignored Sanjaya’s protest, and began to spray the oven.
All the sudden, a small fire broke out over the burner.
“You didn’t turn the burner off!” he exclaimed.
“I turned the oven off! What more do you want? Besides, you’re the one who was using the burner!” I yelled. The fire was spreading, and I was about to panic.
“What is going on in here? What did you guys do?”
Sanjaya and I both shot our attention to the kitchen doorway, where Chris stood, looking alarmed, his arms laden with bags.
Sanjaya and I looked and pointed at each other. We spoke at the same time. “He started it!”
B∞C

I walked over tot he table, and set my bags down. I then rushed back over to Blake and Sanjaya. “What the heck happened?”
“Blake tried to put out the oven smoke with water, and it started a fire,” Sanjaya explained.
“Well, he left the burner on!” Blake pointed to Sanjaya again.
“Blake, don’t you know never to put water on an electrical fire?” I asked. I rushed to the cupboard and grabbed the baking powder. I turned the burner off, and then poured the baking powder over the fire, which immediately snuffed it out.
“Cool! How did you do that?” Sanjaya asked. “By the way, I tried to warn him not to use water, but he wouldn’t listen to me.”
“Shut up. You weren’t sure,” Blake muttered.
I shook my head, and pointed at Blake. “This is my fault. I should have never agreed to let you make the pie,” I pointed at Sanjaya. “And I should have known never to trust you alone with Blake.”
Blake and Sanjaya both looked down to the floor in shame.
“You guys made a mess!” I began to clean off the counter. I made a face a the sight of the burnt crust. I tossed it into the trash.
“I’m sorry I let you down. I just wanted to help,” Blake said quietly.
“I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have agreed to help when I’m not the greatest at cooking either.”
I sighed, and looked behind me. Sanjaya and Blake were still both looking down at the floor, only now with solemn expressions on their faces.
I guessed I was too hard on them. It wasn’t their faults they didn’t know how to cook.
I walked over to them, and pulled them both in for a hug. “It’s all right. You didn’t let me down. At least you tried. I got us food from McDonald’s for lunch, and I also bought us some pumpkins to carve. Maybe we can go out afterwards to an actual restaurant and get some pie there for dessert.”
Blake kissed my cheek. “Thank you. That sounds good.”
Sanjaya nodded. “Thank you. That sounds like fun! I never get to hang with you guys, just us three.”
Blake and I both smiled at him.
“I suppose I could force myself to spend some more time with you,” Blake said to Sanjaya.
“And I suppose I can stand looking at your face for a little while longer,” Sanjaya quipped back.
“At least I don’t look like a monkey,” Blake said.
Sanjaya gave him the evil eye.
I grinned. “All right. Time out from the bickering until we eat at least.”
“Fine,” they both said with a sigh.
We all sat down and had a nice lunch then.

After lunch, we enjoyed carving our pumpkins. I carved Patrick’s face to go with my SpongeBob pumpkin. I had found a template for him as well.
Sanjaya carved a monkey as a joke on himself, which surprised me. Blake and I both got a good laugh out of that.
Blake was good at art, and managed to create a pumpkin all on his own with no help from a template.
Sanjaya and I both looked at it, and smirked. He had drawn a face with a pimp hat.
“Get it?” Blake asked. “It’s a pimpkin!” He burst out laughing.
Sanjaya and I both shook our heads at the stupidity, but then couldn’t help but smile. Of course, the smiles led us to laughing.
It felt good for the three of us all to be laughing together. It was like old times, when we were back on the show or on the tour bus.
“Let’s go to the store on the way back from dessert and get tea lights. Those go out on their own if you forget them,” Sanjaya suggested.
I nodded. “Good idea.”
Blake blushed.
Sanjaya placed an arm around me and an arm around Blake.
I placed my arm around him in return. Surprisingly, even Blake did.
We then all headed out of the house to Blake’s car, happy to be spending time together. Blake happy to be spending time with Sanjaya was a very rare thing, so I was glad to be there to see it.
And in case you’re wondering, yes. We did get our pumpkin pie, finally. Unlike Blake and Sanjaya, the restaurant didn’t burn pies. One thing was for sure though, no matter how much he begged, Blake would not be making a pie for Thanksgiving.
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