“I told her to watch out. Someone put the flour to close to the edge of the cabinet and it fell on her head. It was so funny.” Kali laughed while Ashley frowned at her.

“I told you I do not belong in a kitchen. Look at me; this is all your fault.”

“My fault. I am not the one that placed the flour there. It had to be someone that lives in this house. All I want is a little help making you guys a nice meal and I get blamed. You suck” We both stood there looking at each other angry.

“I suck? Oh no you suck. How are you making the meal? I am the one stuck here cutting these damn onions that are making me cry. What are you doing? Oh I know fixing your stupid hair.”

“How dare you? I went to the rest room to get the mess that you got in my hair in the first place. Gosh Ashley you are the only person I know can get egg in my hair and flour all over you when all you are suppose to be doing is cutting a damn onion. Fine you can eat pizza for all I care. You are so ungrateful.”

“Come on guys. Ashley Spencer is just trying to be nice. When was the last time we ate real food? You know when never. I want real food. So can you please be nice before she leaves and you never make a real friend.” Kali frowned at Ashley then went back to  tossing the salad. I was planning on making something simple like chicken caesar salad.

“Whatever?” Ashley walked out of the kitchen and went upstairs to fix herself up. I went to finish cutting the onions.

“Come on Spence you have to admit it is fun cooking with Ashley because who else can make you laugh like that. She looked funny with all that on her.” Kali started laughing again and this time I had to join in because this was the most fun I ever had cooking skip the little bitchy scene.

About 30 minutes later me and Kali were putting the salads o the table when Ashley came back down looking clean and sorry. She walked over to us and sat down, but did not say anything, but I could tell she was sorry. I had to admit hanging with her today was fun. We had fun listening to old renaissance music and talking about how we wanted to mix it up a little bit with some background beats and maybe a little guitar since Ashley plays ever instrument known to man. Ashley could be a lot of fun when she wanted to be. So I knew she was sorry, but I also knew she would not admit it.

“I accept your apology.” I told her while we were eating. She just looked up at me and smiled. Maybe we could grow to be friends after all.