chapter nine ( takes place in 1x07 'thanksgiving' )
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"there's something about you that makes me want to open up and that's slightly terrifying for me."
- SIMON VS. THE HOMO-SAPIENS AGENDA
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If everything were perfect, the way it was in a romcom, then Izzy Cortez would be good at baking. The idea of wearing a cute apron, having flour sprinkled around, and pulling something delicious out of the oven the way that Lara Jean Covey would was incredibly appealing, but unfortunately, Izzy was only hitting two out of the three objectives.
The larger issue was that this dessert wasn't just for her mom and Camilla, who would lie to her and tell her it was delicious even if it fell apart in their hands; this dessert was for Ashlyn's Thanksgiving party. The gathering had started off as a small hangout for a few of the kids in the musical, but it hadn't been long before Carlos had invited all of the theatre kids to a party at Ashlyn's after dinner.
Izzy had sensed Ashlyn's anxiety from across the room and had approached her after rehearsal to ask if there was anything she could do to help, and had found herself promising to be the sole person responsible for the dessert. Looking back, this seemed incredibly stupid on Izzy's part. She should've volunteered for something easier, like ordering the pizza, and should've left the baking to Ashlyn, who was a part of East High's baking club.
The doorbell ringing pulled Izzy out of her thoughts and away from her questionable-looking batter. She hastily wiped her hands on her already filthy apron before pulling the door open for Ricky, who bit back a smile at the sight of her.
"Hey, Iz. You've got a little something there," Ricky said, gesturing along her face and neck area, and Izzy sighed.
"You should come in. I'm going to need a minute," Izzy said as she blindly wiped at her face and neck.
Ricky followed her into the house to the kitchen, and she heard his sharp intake of breath when he caught sight of the mess she had made.
"I take it, it's going well?" Ricky asked as he walked over to the bowl of batter and looked inside.
