Apple Pie Adventures
When you and Dino had joked about growing old together while you made miniature apple pies as children in your mother’s kitchen, you hadn’t actually expected it to happen. Especially after all that had happened in between being children and turning gray.
As children, you and Dino had been inseparable. Your mothers had been both best friends since high school and business partners, making it so the two of you were either going to be as close as siblings or archenemies. For most of the time it was the first, but you two certainly had your moments.
Your friendship was strongly maintained until Dino left for university and you stayed in the small town you had always known, making pies without your partner in crime. Sure, he came back home for holidays and vacations, but each time he seemed different. More like the city kids the two of you had made fun of at times and less like the kid who’d sprinkle flour into his hair and pretend to be an old man with back problems.
Without even noticing you were doing it, the two of you distanced yourselves, barely able to start a conversation anymore. Dino’s mother had been the first one to point it out, forcing the two of you in the kitchen and locking the door.
You were prepared to stand there in awkward silence until you were released, but Dino went straight to the cupboards and started pulling out ingredients. A small smile graced your face when you recognized what he was doing, grabbing a cutting board and starting to slice the apples while he worked on a crust.
While it didn’t dissolve the awkwardness completely, it was a start. A start that led to the tradition of making an apple pie together every anniversary, even when Dino no longer needed to put flour in his hair to pretend to be old.










