Ok, this couldn't be that hard, could it? To catch you guys up, Fang had set me a challenge. If I could make some food, not takeaways, without screwing it up, he would wear a pink shirt for 1 day. I just couldn't resist. Fang, wearing pink? This was gonna be sooo funny. And my part wasn't even hard! I just had to make some food successfully! I was gonna make 1 bag of 2 minute popcorn. So hard. NOT! Like, all you have to do is shove it in the microwave, set it for 2 minutes, wait 2 minutes, and then eat! Simple!
So, I had 1 bag of popcorn, I had put it in the microwave, shut the door, (quite essential, as Gazzy found out during an experiment one day, don't make me elaborate…) and set it for 2 minutes! Success! I went outside, and joined in the snowball fight the flock was having outside.
'Heads up!' I heard someone scream from somewhere on my left. I immediately ducked, but I wasn't fast enough to avoid the slushy mass that found itself to my face.
'Oh, you are so dead!' I said angrily to Fang, who was failing to suppress a smile. He merely stood there, and said,
'Bring it.'
Oh boy, did I bring it.
First, I scooped up a pile of snow in my t-shirt, soaking it thoroughly, but oh well. Then I took to the sky, and pelted him from above with snowballs. By the end of it he was thoroughly soaked and rather embarrassed, as he had been thoroughly wasted by me. All I had to say was,
'Haha.'
We went inside, and immediately smelt the burning scent of well overdone popcorn. Oh, crap. Fang and Iggy went into the kitchen, and immediately burst out laughing. 'What?' I said, worried. Was I that bad a cook that I couldn't even cook 2 minute popcorn?
'You-set-it-for-two-HOURS!' Fang burst out between gasps for air. This set off a fresh round of laughter, which the rest of the flock joined in as they had now accumulated in the kitchen of the small hotel room we were staying in for the night. Oh, my gosh. I had set the 2 minute popcorn for 2 hours.
'So, I guess I lost the competition' I said to Fang, who now had an evil grin spreading across his face.
'Just get it over with' I said, annoyed.
'What do I have to do?' I asked.
'Kiss me.' He said quietly. Oh, my gosh. He HAD to be joking. Kiss him, right here, in front of the flock? No way. No freaking way. Deciding to just get it over with, I slowly leant in and brushed my lips against his, turning and rushing to the girls' bedroom to hide my blushing face.
A/N: So, what did you think? I could elaborate on it, carry it on, but I really can't be bothered. I'm not that good at committing to writing. Twas just a one-shot I decided to write. By the way, this was based on a real-life experience, my sister's friend's grandma set the 2 minute popcorn for 2 hours, and went to hang out the washing. On his way home, her friend smelt burning and thought, geeze, smells like someone's house has burnt down. Then as he got closer he thought, geeze, it's really close, it might have been one of my neighbours! And then he got home all freaked out when he worked out it was his house. So hilarious, I decided to combine it with Max's lack of cooking skills in a one-shot fic.