Wink, Wink

"I could really go for some homemade, gooey, artery-clogging Mac and cheese right now," I said imagining the liquid golds exquisite taste on my taste buds.

Noah chuckled deeply beside me.

After he had apologized and our large ship that was our friendship had been salvaged, despite the crack that had been forming on the hull, much to my relief. We now were laying on our backs lazily watching the stars surrounded by the soundtrack of crickets all around.

"I could go for a nice golden brown crunchy exterior with a warm gooey center of a grilled cheese sandwich." He replied.

I laughed, "Aren't you vegan?" 

"Aren't you vegetarian?"

"Touche," I said smiling. "I could really go for some crispy golden fries topped with melted cheese and chili."

He groaned. "I'll do you one better. I could go for an oven-toasted meatball sandwich, drenched in fresh marinara sauce and melted mozzarella cheese."

"We should stop," I answered back in amusement. "my mouth is watering, just imagining food. I'm about three seconds away from drolling."

He chuckled softly. "You know we have a month to finish going through the Delish menu."

I smiled fondly. Delish had been our hangout spot since junior high. We had always ordered the same thing until the beginning of senior year when we had had the idea to try out every single item on the menu. Being the regular consumption of food that I was, I happily obliged and had gladly participated in the tradition.

"We should get on that as soon as we get back home." I said. "three things.." I began turning over to lay on my elbows on the back of Noah's hoodie. "I don't know how to cook."

His head turned to me, a look of disbelief crossing his features. "That's not true, I've seen you cook."

I rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see me. "No, you've seen me put stuff in the microwave and then put it on a plate. I can't cook anything other than boiling spaghetti noodles."

Noah turned on his side and propped his head on his bent arm. "We have to do something about this.." He began seriously. "no need to panic though," he reassured. "your friends with people with Latino backgrounds, by the end of high school you'll know a thing or two about how to make some good grub."

I snorted unattractively. "Oh please, you can't cook either."

He faked a look of insult. "I can cook."

"Oh really?"

He pursed his lips and nodded. " I can cook breakfast food."

"Cereal doesn't count you know."

He shook his head and smiled, his dimple once again making an appearance. "I wasn't talking about cereal. Your lack of faith in my abilities wounds me." He said teasingly, placing a hand over his heart.

I smiled. "Until I see proof, I'm not believing anything. Plus, just because you can cook doesn't mean it tastes good."

I looked over at him and the breeze blew his hair into his eyes. He racked a hand through it and gave me a rueful smile.

"That sounds like a challenge Nour," he said. "one that you're going to be on the losing side of. But don't worry, not only will you be eating your words, but you'll have the opportunity to taste my delicious breakfast cuisine."

I gave him a 'whatever' expression and he laughed.

"Trust me, its how you get the ladies." He joked while wiggling his eyebrows.