Me: Hello! This is based off of a dream I had involving me and my friends, but I though it would fit the Vampire Academy characters well. xD I don't own the VA characters(they're Richelle Mead's) but I do own the storyline (i did dream it after all!) M'kay on with the story!:

Rose's POV;

"Wait, where's the flour?" I ask to no one in specific. I turn to Adrian and

start to ask where he moved it, but my words stick in my throat. I found the

flour. Christian had the bright idea of putting it down the back of my shirt.

I turn around to yell at him, because I don't really want to spend the rest or

Adrian's birthday party coated in flour. As I turn to Christian, I feel something dripping down my

neck. Big shock that the guys decided to gang up on me. After all, girls are outnumbered.

I look over at Lissa, and send a silent prayer for her to come help me.

She grabs two containers of frosting and grabs me by my shirt, dragging me to the bathroom.

"Lets show those boys who's boss." She says with a smirk as she opens the frosting.

She walks over to the mirror and puts stripes on her face, under her eyes. I see. Battle stripes!

After we both perfect our war paint, we decide to take the boys by storm. We run out screaming

Sparta and smear frosting all over any guy we can reach. Before I can stop him, Adrian pulls me to the side.

I try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he is stronger than me. How did that happen? 0.o He turns into Captain

Obvious and says "Wait chill! You have frosting on your face." I decide this is an ok time to let

myself act a bit sassy. "Oh my gosh really? I would have never guessed!" I add and eye roll in

at the last second for emphasis on my sarcasm. "Just hold on I'll get it off." He says, unfazed.

I guess thats to be expected. I mean, he's had plenty of time to adjust to my attitude. When he

said he'd get it off I was expecting him to get a paper towel or something normal, but instead

he leans in and kisses me on the cheek. He didn't get the frosting off, but he did put me into

a minor state of shock. 'Did he really just…. Kiss me?' I've been waiting for that for who knows

how long, but I can't let him know that. So before he realizes what I'm thinking, I resort to my

next defense: flipping out.

"What the hell was that for? You realize I now have to go burn that part of my face now!

Why couldn't you just go get a paper towel like a normal person? Or used your finger even!"

I kept yelling, but what I said I don't remember. He was standing in front of me, laughing his

ass off, and I was getting trapped in his smile.

I was so happy in that moment, and my world only consisted of me and him. As I walk down

the isle, I smile, remembering how our love story started with chocolate frosting and a bag

of flour….