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pointed to the very top of the pantry I wasn’t tall enough to see. “Up there.”
    “Did we even buy those?” I directed my question to Dave, who shrugged in reply.  
    “I don’t know…” I shook my head. “I really don’t think it’s a good idea.”  
    But he ignored my warning and began tossing the bag from hand to hand. “How do we cook these babies?” 
    “Microwave?” Dave suggested, his expression along the lines of I-don’t-know-what-the-hell-I’m-talking-about.
    “Yes!” Jake shouted, then threw the bag in the microwave and shut the door.
    “You can’t do the whole bag.” I moved across the kitchen and pulled them back out. “If we’re going to do this thing,” I cocked my shoulders like Fonzie, “we need to find a paper bag or something. You know, like microwave popcorn?”  
    “How about this?” Dave asked, holding out a large brown bag from the grocery store.  
    I shrugged, then grabbed the bag from his hand and opened it up to put a couple tablespoons of kernels inside.  
    “There’s no way that’s enough. I’m starving.” Jake picked up the bag and added what must’ve been a half a cup more.  
    “How long should we put it in for?” He looked back at me over his shoulder.  
    I lifted my shoulders. “Five minutes maybe?”
    “Works for me.” He put the folded-up grocery bag in the microwave, entered the time, and pressed start. When he turned around, his eyebrows were raised with mischief, and his fists rested low on his hips.  
    “Why are you standing like that?” I questioned.
    “Like what?” he asked, his smile producing that adorable dimple.  
    “Like Superman.” I grinned.  
    His smile turned shy and he shook his head at me. “Whatever.”
    “You want to be him, don’t you?” I couldn’t help laughing a little.
    “Umm... Of course I do. Who doesn’t want to be Superman?”  
    “Do we have any butter?” Dave asked, ignoring our little conversation and opening the fridge.  
    “We did , but you guys probably ate that too.” I jumped up to sit on the counter.
    A couple minutes passed with no popping and I began to grow wary. “Why isn’t it popping yet?”  
    “Patience, Kit Kat,” Jake replied, and wagged his eyebrows at me.  
    As if on cue, the microwave started to make a few faint popping noises, and Jake looked at me with an I told you so smile.  
    “Do you smell that?” Dave asked.  
    “What?” I sniffed the air and my eyes instantly widened.
    “Shit!” Jake said, opening the microwave door.  
    When he pulled out the bag it was smoking, and a small red hole revealed blackened kernels inside.  
    “Well, I guess that didn’t work,” Dave murmured.
    Then the hole grew bigger, and before I knew what was happening, the bag ignited to flames in Jake’s hands.   
    I panicked and began to wave my hands, and blow at the same time.
    “Stop waving your arms and get the damned fire extinguisher!” Dave yelled.  
    “Where is it?” I screamed, frantically spinning in circles.
    “Fuck this.” Jake threw the burning mass into the sink. The smoke alarm screeching as the flames grew bigger and bigger.  
    Jake and I began opening every cupboard searching for the extinguisher when Dave stepped toward the sink, flicked on the faucet, and extinguished the growing flames. “Idiots!”   
    Jake and I turned to one another and burst into fits of laughter.
    “It’s not funny!” Dave yelled as he pulled the battery from the alarm. “We almost burned down the damned house!”  
    Jake and I sobered as we watched Dave storm out of the kitchen.  
    “He looks really mad,” I said, trying to suppress the laughter that bubbled in the back of my throat.
    “He just has a stick up his ass ’cause we burnt his dinner.”
    We both started laughing again, and I had to cross my legs because I was afraid I would pee my pants. “Oh I love you.”
    Jakes eyes twinkled and he looked at me sideways. “Well, that’s a first.”  
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