There is a Christmas dinner coming up at your school, and you decided to make brownies. Your crush decided to do the same though, so you’re gonna have to make them together. You decided to meet at his house on a saturday.
You ring the doorbell and the door almost immediately opens. In the doorframe stands your crush with a big smile on his face. You think it looks adorable on him. A smile appears on your lips as well.
“Come on in!” he says and moves out of the way. You enter the house. You’ve never been here before, but you immediately notice that the whole house smells like your crush. He walks to the kitchen and you follow him.
You notice that he already put all the ingredients on the kitchen counter.
You search up the recipe and lay in in front of you. “Okay so first we’re gonna need to mix the butter with the cake mix.”
The two of you start making the recipe and you occasionaly glance over at him, and he smiles at you while you do it.
After a little while, you finish the cake batter. You slide the tray in the oven as your crush holds it open for you. You set a timer on your phone. “Now we wait,” you say and want to turn around to your crush, but then you feel something cold and a bit wet in your neck. You try to wipe it off, only to find your hands covered in brownie mix. You turn around to your crush and he’s looking at you with an evil smirk.
“You know you just started a war right?” you mention before you stick your hand in the leftover brownie batter and smear it all over your crushes face grinning.
He gasps and smears the mix in your hair.
“That’s not gonna come out easily!” you protest, and then dump a lot on his hair as well.
After a while of smearing you two are laughing, brownie batter is everywhere and the kitchen is a mess.
“I want a shower,” you say and pout.
“Yeah yeah, but we need to clean this up first,” your crush replies, motioning to the mess. You shrug and together you try to clean up as much of the brownie batter as possible.
The kitchen is looking a lot cleaner than it did before, but the both of you are still covered in cake mix.
“Can I shower now?” you ask him. He nods. “You can borrow some fresh clothes from me if you want,” he adds just before you go upstairs. You smile, thank him and head over to the shower.
When you’re done showering, you see that your crush has made a little pile of clothes for you to wear, just outside the bathroom door. You smile at the gesture and put on the sweatshirt and training pants. Of course, they’re way too big, but they smell nice and are really comfortable. You walk downstairs, hugging the soft sweater, and see your crush. He looks up and chuckles at the sight of you swimming in his clothes. “You look adorable,” he blurts out. Immediately after his cheeks become red, at least you think so because most is still covered in brownie batter.
“Thanks,” you reply and your cheeks flush red as well. You sit down on the couch as he walks upstairs to shower as well.
After a little time he comes back down, still drying his hair with a towel. You glance over at him and look away but your attention gets drawn back, because damn he isn’t wearing a shirt. And damn he looks good. Your cheeks become even hotter than they were before. “You look hot,” you mumble, amazed at your own courage.
“Thanks to you as well,” he replies with a smirk. You hide in his sweater as he sits down next to you, still shirtless.
“I think you should keep that sweater, because how else are you gonna go home and it looks better on you than it does on me.” You try to protest, but he shuts you up by placing a finger on your lips. “No complaining, it’s yours.”
“I said no complaining!” Your crush now has his whole hand over your mouth.
You still mumble something and he takes his hand off your mouth.
“But you bought the sweater, it’s yours, I can’t just stea-“
You get cut off once again, but this time by a pair of lips. You open your eyes wide but then kiss back. He tastes like brownie batter and it’s honestly amazing.
He pulls away softly, yet stays really close to you. “You’re keeping the sweater. No complaining,” he whispers with a bright smile on his face.