Chapter 91

Avi was in the kitchen, making Kirstie a congratulatory cake from scratch, the way she liked them. He found that as time went by, he continued to get more and more covered in flour, sugar, and other kitchen ingredients. Scott came running through the kitchen once, with a pink towel in his hands. He came back about ten minutes later, the towel still in his hands. Avi stuck his foot out behind him as a joke, but Scott was in such a hurry that he didn't see it, and tripped, only to fall flat on his face on the cold, kitchen floor. Avi flipped around, wide eyed. "Oops, shit I'm sorry. Fuck, are you okay?" Scott hadn't even quite comprehended what happened, but he jumped up and started running again. Avi grabbed his arm roughly. "Scott, are you listening to-- Fuck, you're already bruising." Scott flipped around quickly. "What? Where?" Avi pointed at Scott's wrist, on the hand that wasn't holding the towel, that Scott had tried to catch himself with. Scott just shru