Hello everyone! I have decided to post everything I write for the Lorien Legacies ship weeks thing on Tumblr here, so, this will have a bunch of different one-shots per pairing. This first one's about John and Sarah.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Lorien Legacies.
"Oh my goodness, John! What happened?" I look up to see Sarah standing in the doorway of the kitchen, looking around, horrified.
"Uh, I tried to cook," I explain sheepishly, rubbing my arm and looking down. Sarah is my partner in this new class, a cooking class, which my dad forced me to sign up for. At first I was elated; I've crushed on Sarah for years. Then, I figured out I can't cook.
I tried to explain it to Dad like this: So imagine there's a T-rex. And this T-rex has to bake a cake. But, there's one problem: It doesn't know how to cook because, well, it's a dinosaur with a brain the size of a pea (Sam told me that's not true, but whatever. I still think it is). And this T-rex also has to wear big, bulky oven mitts, making it even harder to grab things.
This T-rex, like all other T-rexes, has a tail. And that tail gets in the way. So, whenever this T-rex turns around to get something, it knocks something else over, creating a huge mess.
That's basically my cooking style in a nutshell; I'm the T-rex.
But the T-rex decided to take a cooking class, and it was partnered up with a graceful angel. This angel is the polar opposite of the T-rex; it never knocks anything over, it has beautiful, steady hands, and it is probably the smartest creature the T-rex would ever come across.
Sarah is the angel, the perfect, gorgeous, golden-haired angel. And I'm the clumsy, dumb, ugly T-rex that the angel has no reason to ever notice.
"You were cooking?" Sarah asks, incredulous. "It looks more like you were ambushed by ninjas and had to fight them off using the various pots and pans half filled with cake batter. How do you even get cake batter on the ceiling?" She sighs, shaking her head.
"I'm so sorry I ruined your kitchen, I-I'll clean it up for you," I say, starting to stand up. Sarah carefully makes her way over to me, trying to avoid the spill on the floor.
"It's okay, I can help you." Sarah reaches down and grabs my hand, pulling me to my feet. She claps her hands, taking another look around. "So, where should we start?"
…
It takes about an hour for us to completely clean the entire kitchen. When we're finished, Sarah decides to help me try to bake another cake, even though there's probably a 90% chance of this ending up in just as big of a mess before.
"Don't do it so hard," Sarah interjects before I crack another egg. "Here, let me help you." She takes my hand gently and taps the egg on the edge of the bowl. After that, she guides me in pulling the egg apart, smiling as I gasp when the egg splits effortlessly in two, not a single piece of shell getting in the bowl.
"Witchcraft," I whisper. Sarah giggles, taking the eggshells and throwing them in the trash.
"Now you try." I do as she says and take another egg, attempting to do what she did. It takes me several tries, and almost five eggs, but I manage to crack an egg the right way without messing it up. "Great job!" she congratulates, patting me on the back. I beam.
"What now?" I ask, turning to face her.
"Now we combine it all and mix it." Sarah grabs the bowl of flour and other ingredients and a mixer. She plugs the mixer into the wall, smiling at me. "Do you want to mix or pour?"
"I'll mix," I say, not sure if this will be easier than pouring or not.
It's not, but I eventually get the hang of it. "Hey, I think it's working!"
"Yeah, look at you!" Sarah exclaims. "At most of it stayed in the bowl!" I grin, turning to face her. Sarah apparently has the same idea because soon our faces are inches apart and Sarah is pressed up against me.
"Oh, um…" I stutter, turning red. Sarah looks away, blushing too.
"It's okay, I mean…" the two of us stand there awkwardly, Sarah rubbing her arm. "Uh, John? Do you, um, maybe want to go out… on a date? Sometime? Y-you don't have to, but…"
"I-I'd love to!" I blurt, turning an even darker shade of red (I wasn't even sure it was possible until now).
"Really?" the most beautiful smile appears on her face and I can feel my heart flutter.
"Y-yeah." I look down, scratching my head. Sarah tilts her head to the side, considering something.
"So, if we're going on a date… can I do this?" I'm about to ask her what "this" means when she leans forwards and kisses me on the lips quickly. After she pulls away, Sarah laughs at my expression, completely at ease once again. But, when I don't respond, Sarah's smile falters and I snap back into reality, nodding eagerly.
"Yes, yes that okay. You can, um, do that." The smile returns.
"Thank goodness!" she exclaims, kissing me again. "Now, where were we?"
I really like these ship weeks, I'm excited to write out everything.