TAYLOR
I pack the car up front and walk over to the next street with a paper box that my mom had packed a bunch of cookies in. I divided them into two. I stand by Javier and Matt's door, knocking and trying to act normal as if I were not intentionally offering them a box of failed cookies.
The door opens, and Matt stands there; he looks genuinely shocked to see me, and even I am shocking myself by being there. "Taylor? "Can I help you?" he said, not bothering to hide his shock.
"Oh well, not really," I say, lifting the box higher for him to see. "I came from my mom's place, and she made a tonne of cookies, and I was thinking that we are neighbours, and it wouldn't be a bad idea to bring you some," I say, and he looks down at the box and then up at me.
"All of this?" He asked with wide
