Chocolate Cake

{Third Person}

Wonderful. Her day was going from bad to worse and there was only one thing that would take the crap quota up a few notches.

Chocolate Cake.

But Chocolate Cake was like six hundered caleries or something.

I don't care, she thought. it sounds so good. God, what was she going to do when Valentines day came around next month? All the stores would overflow with Chocolate candy hearts.

Cheyenne headed out of her bedroom but froze in the hallway when she heard a chorus of male voices coming from the kitchen.

She'd forgotten tonight was Eric's night to have the guys over. She looked down to survey her appearance. She was still in her Smurf pajama pants and a wrinkled white tank top. She just hadn't had the energy to shower yet, and she couldn't let Eric's friends see her like this!

She hurried back to her room and rifled through her closet. She threw on her favorite pair of gray sweat pants and a Motley Crue t-shirt. She checked her reflection in the mirror on the back of her bedroom door.

There, now her outfit was better than pajamas; but still inconspicous enough to look like she'd been lounging in it all day and hadn't thrown it on just to impress.

She made her way to the kitchen and found Eric at the counter pouring a bag of Cheetos into a plastic bowl. Fred and Tom sat at the table discussing the latest Star Wars movie. Jeff popped up behind the open refrigerator door with a two-liter bottle of Sprite in his hand.

"Hey, Chey." He said.

"Hi." She went over to the counter and pulled herself onto it. She grabbed a handful of Cheetos from the plastic dish. Eric tried smacking her hand away but missed.

"The snacks arn't for you." He said, and moved the bowl to the table.

"I just wanted a few." She wrinkled her nose at him. Sometimes he was such a pain in her butt.

Jeff brought the soda over to the counter and grabbed four glasses from the cupboard to Cheyenne's right.

"Want a glass?" Jeff asked.

"Huh?"

He laughed. "You're just staring at me. i thought maybe you were trying to send me a subliminal message that you wanted a glass, too."

"She's staring at you because she's trying to read your brain waves." Fred said. Jeff grabbed a fifth glass out of the cupboard and poured Sprite into it.

"Here." he handed the glass over.

"Thanks" Sprite didn't really go well with chocolate cake.

"Anyway," Eric said. "We're outta here." he rolled the Cheetos bag closed and grabbed one glass of soda.

Fred pushed his chair back, stood up, and took the Cheetos bowl. Tom came around the corner, nodded a hello/goodbye at Cheyenne, then took two glasses of soda and disapeared upstaires.

"You should come upstaires with us." Jeff said. Cheyenne shook her head.

"Nah. It's guys night. Besides, Eric would probably chase me out anyway."

"I'll make sure he doesn't."

It was tempting to hang out with a bunch of guys, but chocolate cake was sitting on the stovetop, calling. "I can't." she said. "I have to get ready to go to Robin's in a little bit anyway."

"All right. Cya." He grabbed his soda and left.

Cheyenne hoped off the counter and went to the stove. She smiled, suddenly giddy.

"Well, chocolate cake, it looks like it's just you and me."

After serving herself a slice, she sat down at the kitchen table.