~Ryan's POV~
"Ah-choo!" Emma sneezed for the hundredth time. She was in her room along with Tori who was equally sick. Yesterday, those dummies decided to stand in the rain and stay in their drenched clothes during dinner. They deserved to be sick.
"What are you cooking?" I asked Chelsea. She was running around the kitchen and I paused when the gut-churning stench of garlic hit my nose.
She kept her eyes focused on the pan in front of her. "Tomato soup, grill cheese, and garlic tea."
I winced at the last one. "Garlic tea?" She nodded. Thinking back, she was always the one to experiment with food that wasn't of common knowledge. I guess if there was one thing I missed about her, it'd be her cooking. Whatever she made, you knew it was going to be worth the wait.
She smiled beautifully,
