"Yeah! I'll be over right away!" you say, concerned for your friend's well being.

You throw on a small t-shirt and a pair of jeans and head out the door.

Lara only lives a few doors down, so you're there in no time.

You knock on the front door and wait for a few moments. The silent of the neighborhood is serene. The trees whisper as the wind blows through the leaves, and the birds call for their loved ones.

All of this is interrupted, however, when Lara opens the door. She leans out, looks around suspiciously, and pulls you in forcefully.

"Whoa!" you shout as you stumble into her foyer. "What's the big idea?" you ask, a little angry.

She shuts the door and bolts it shut. She turns to face you and she looks distraught.

Your anger subsides and you slowly move closer, worried. "Sweetie, what is it? Is the upcoming prom getting to you?" you ask.

"Sort of," Lara says, twiddling her fingers. Her eyes suddenly light up and she seems happy again. "I have something to show you! I baked it, myself!" She grabs your hand and pulls you into the dining room. On the table, sits a large chocolate cake.

"It looks delicious!" you exclaim.

"Care to have some with me?" she asks, excitedly.

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