SAM POV

I hovered over Cat as she mixed the brownie batter. She was apparently celebrating getting this role in her school and thankfully I had talked her out of making those fudge pies. Don't get me wrong, the girl could cook, but I didn't want another trip to the emergency room just to get a fudge pie out of my mouth. Besides, her brownies were better.

-Ugh, Cat hurry up! - I groaned at her as she took her time mixing. She turned around and looked at me from over her shoulder.

- In a sec, I want it to be properly mixed.

- Yeah, well, I want them in my stomach.

She turned and pointed at me. - You better not try to eat it again like last time.

- And who's gonna stop me? - I moved closer to her. - You? - And without warning, I grabbed her by the waist and hulled her up as she squealed for me to stop.

- Sam!

- Can I lick the spoon or not?

- Okay, okay, I'll let you lick the spoon just please put me down.

- Great - I set her down to the ground and she started pouting after she turned to face me.

- Oh don't pout.

She turned and went back to the brownie, feigning mad at me.

- Aw, kitty's mad - I circled my arms around her waist, pulling her to me and resting my head on her shoulders. I nuzzled her hair. - Can I still have the spoon, though?

-Ugh! - She grunted in frustration and I laughed, pulling her back into my embrace when she tried to leave.

- I'm kidding, Cat…I was gonna take the spoon either way.

This time I was prepared for her, having already tightened my arms around her before she tried leaving again.

-If you don't stop pretending you're mad at me, I'll have to go to extra means. - I playfully warned.

-Okay, fine, I'm not mad at you. Now can you get off so I can finish this?

-Hmm - I pretended to think about it for a second. - Nah, I'm sure you can cook with me wrapped around you. Now go before the oven burns.

She didn't argue, only rolled her eyes before she went back to her mixing.

I kept my promise and stayed attached to her the whole time until she was done, occasionally tickling her just to hear her squeal.

When she was finally done, I unwrapped myself from her so she could place the brownie in the oven.

Just as I was about to move in and kiss her, the door flew open and none other than Dice and Goomer came strolling through the door, arguing yet about another thing I didn't care about.

- Hey, hey! - I shouted at them. - Shut up, no one cares!

Dice rolled his eyes and turned to me. - If you must know Goomer and I are having a serious debate.

- If you must know, I don't care. - I interrupted him.

- Oh Sam - Cat hit me on the arm. - Dice is our friend and I for one would like to know what is troubling him. - She went over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. - Now what are you two arguing about?

- Thank you, Cat. So we're at the gym when that weird guy who looks like a hobo but is actually rich comes by with this camping gear in his hand. He wanted to sell it and Goomer went to him and is now convinced that what he wants to do is take a camping trip.

-Ew, camping. There's no indoor plumbing in the woods. - I said, scrunching up my face.

- Not only that but do you know how many wild animals are in the woods? - Dice asked.

- But we'd have our camping gear -Goomer piped up.

- Yeah, well, I don't think bottled water and mosquito spray is going to save us.

- But I wanna go! - He whined and I had the sudden urge to hurl the spoon at him.

Cat turned to me. - It could be fun! I've never been in the woods. What do you say, Sam?

- No.

- Please? We could have so much fun there; roast marshmallows, sing campfire songs, make friends with the ants and squirrels! Oh Sam can we please go?!

I sighed. -Cat.

-And Dice could finally become a man!

-Hey, I'm a man! Just this morning I saw a chest hair.

I laughed at Dice's pseudo-manliness. - Did your mom pluck it out?

-No! I pluck my own hairs.

-Sam can we go, please? Please, please, please, please!

I sighed loudly knowing that once Cat got excited about an idea, there was no turning back. - Alright fine. But if anything happens and I get stung by something, I'm leaving all three of you there.

- Yay -Cat cheered, bringing her arms up and jumping on me.

-Yeah problem solved. Now Dice you and Goomer get out.

- But we just agreed.

- Yeah, yeah, we'll meet and discuss this later, now goodbye.

- Fine, fine, I'll leave, but we're coming back. - Dice pointed a finger at me.

-Whatever, later.

As they left I turned my attention back to Cat. -And since you agreed to this, you now can pack our clothes.

- Yay, we're going camping! - She exclaimed proudly before running to the back.

- No frilly clothes! If I see just one I'm drinking that brownie before it's cooked!

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