baking brings people together SURE ; torrence

[wendy]

Torrence Kirkpatrick had been the name on her roommate paper this year. Torrence, who Addison had never really gotten along with. Torrence, who Addison didn’t trust around Matthew. Torrence, who Addison had absolutely nothing in common with. Addison had gone to the dorm advisor to see what she could do about changing roommates but there hadn’t been any options. The beginning of the year was rocky enough. They ignored each other mostly, going about their own business as best they could. Unfortunately, Addison was always the one cleaning up after Torrence. It was probably what a normal dorm looked like, a bit messy here and there, but something normal teenagers could live with. Addison, however, liked things to be neat; and if that meant a little extra cleaning, fine.

You couldn’t go an entire school year without speaking to your roommate, though, and Addison had tried to remedy that. It was the occasional “how was your day?” or “I made soup; there’s some left for you” or even just putting up with Torrence’s antics instead of leaving the room like she normally would. Tonight, Addison wanted to do a better a job at being a roommate. They still hardly had anything in common but Addison was sure a plate of hot cookies would smooth things over a bit. It had helped win over her last roommate anyhow. Hopefully, Torrence wouldn’t mind baking. Mostly, Addison just wanted to get along with Torrence for once instead of being at odds like usual.

“Torrence, could you close the windows please? It’s chilly tonight.” Addison commented off-handedly, straightening things on her bedside table. She glanced over to her roommate, a pleasant sort of smile on her lips. Addison hoped Torrence wouldn’t mind. Addison just didn’t really want to freeze to death in her room, a place that was supposed to be safe and warm. “I was thinking we could make some cookies,” she suggested slowly, starting towards the kitchen. “From scratch, of course. No better way to do it.” Addison bit back whatever she was going to say next, realizing she’d begun to sound haughty. That was the last thing she wanted, for Torrence to think she was a big know-it-all when it came to baking.