Authors note: Okay, it was supposed to be a one shot, but I continued it by request of ' SawManiac211'.
Anyway, back to this story. I hope you all enjoy!
"Seriously Mark, what are you...12?"
"Oh come on..don't be a spoil sport 'manda"
"Its A-manda. And no, I'm not doing it. Its just plain immature"
"Its freaking awesome and you know it."
Mark stood by the counter once more, by now though he had gotten dressed. After we shared that 'should not have happened but I kind of enjoyed' kiss, John went back to work on something mysterious. Meanwhile, Mark had said he was going to do something special to celebrate Easter "Something traditional. A must do" He had said, dissappearing into his room.
Some time later, he had appeared once more. Dressed as he was now. In sweat pants, a loose blue shirt and...a cooking apron that sported the cheesy logo- "Kiss the chef".
"Come on Mandy, cook with me" He pleaded, brining me back to the present.
I looked down onto the counter, split into two. He stood at the right, my share was the left. On each counter, was a large mixing bowl, a few bars of chocolate, a wooden spoon and cornflakes. He wanted to make chocolate cornflake cupcakes. Twit.
"I'm even putting a few twix's in mine, you know, to make it all gooey and stuff?" Mark began breaking chunks of his chocolate bars, and twix bars, into a large bowl. "Why aren't you doing yours?" He asked innocently, giving me a doughy eyed look.
"I don't want to. I have things to do. Grown up things" I crossed my arms as I continued to watch him. He was now onto his second bar. He paused for a moment to turn a ring on the hob, then placed a pan filled with water on the hob.
"Johnnnn! Amanda won't make cupcakes with meeee" Mark suddenly cried out in a whiny voice.
"Oh no, you didn't-" I began, before John quickly disturbed me.
"Amanda, make some cupcakes with Mark. Don't be nasty now" Johns stern voice flowed into the room from somewhere in the back of the house. I glared at Mark, who in returned, gave me a 'what? Me?' look. Damn it.
I began to break the chocolate apart into the large bowl. I noticed Mark was now melting his on the hob, and had placed a water filled pan down for me. I smiled a thank you at him, while I continued. This isn't so bad after all...
"Hey, what do you think?" He gestured, holding the wooden spoon towards me, melted chocolate on the tip. I allowed him to feed me some, only moaning a little in reply. "Good then?" He chuckled.
I finished breaking the bars, then dumped the clumps of thick chocolate in the bowl. While waiting for the chocolate to melt, I decided to strike up a conversation with Mark.
"Why do you really love Easter so much? I don't see you being infatuated with chocolate the rest of the year"
"Well, I don't know actually. I think I just like how relaxed it is. People stress over Christmas, 4th of July is too loud. Thanks-giving is a bit pointless. I guess I just love it for the...chilled out part"
"Wow, that deep Hoffy."
"I told you...its 'The Hoff' to you missy"
I turned to him, in a taunting mood. "What you going to do...Hoffy!" I giggled, stirring the melted chocolate, then proceeding to switch over the hob. I picked up the bowl using a slightly damp towel.
"That's it missy. Your getting it now!" Hoffman turned, his eyes darkened as they narrowed on me. The once light teal colour had now clouded over and formed jade coloured orbs.
"No Mark..."
"Ohhhh yeah. Shits about to go down" He nodded slowly. Then grabbed the spoon with chocolate on the end and eyed me up. I squealed then ran towards the back door. "Come on little lady, its just a little chocolate loving!"
I ran into the garden, passed John who, for some reason, was crouched next to a bush, and towards the patio. I never made it, however. As soon as it came into view, I crashed into the ground, a much larger body tackling me at the waist. Crying out, I went down to the ground, barrating Mark weakly as I fell. He grinned, as I splayed out on the grass, my mind swimming in the mass of my brain. Then, I felt a stickly, warm substance being spread by the end of the spoon.
"Mark...what are you.." I started, interrupted by his extreme laughter. He sat back and pulled a mirror from his pocket, handing it too me.
"Looking hot there, Amanda!" Tears cascaded from the corners of his wrinkled eyes as he watched me.
"What have you done to me?" I yelped, looking at my reflection. A thick brown line crossed the over my top lip. Oh dear god. John then decided to come over, much to my embarrassment.
"What are you doing? Amanda, why do you look like a female version of Hitler...?"
"A hot female version" Mark muttered to himself, although we both heard it. John just lifted an eyebrow at him.
"Riiiight. Anyway, I set something up" He eyed us both. "I want to play a game"
"Oh sh-" Mark began, but John stopped him, by holding up a hand.
"Not that kind of game. Chill. I meant something else." He turned and spread his arms, gesturing towards the rest of the garden. "Hunt the Easter eggs..."
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