***Hey guys! Yes, I know I should be writing New Beginnings. Shut up. I'm writing this for my best friend Reese, who all of you should know. Her name is TheRoadtoDawn… or something like that… not exactly sure where to capitalize and where not to… anyways, check out her story Echo! Even if you don't really like OC's this one's pretty cool, plus she's putting me in the story! So, this is for Reese, remember, it's pronounced REE-SEE.***
Xion and Namine looked down at their list.
Xion rattled off the items and Namine looked through their stuff and did inventory.
"Soap." Xion called.
"Check."
"Cake mix."
"Check"
"Eggs"
"Check"
"Milk"
"Check"
"Oil"
"Check"
"Measuring cups"
"Check"
"Fire extinguisher"
"Check"
"Aprons"
"Check"
"Hot pads"
"No… wait… Check!"
"CD"
"Check"
"Face masks"
"Check"
"Armor"
"Armor?"
"We're waging war against the kitchen and you DIDN'T bring armor?" Xion yelled.
"It's cooking, how hard can it be?" Namine asked.
"Dear Lord, we're doomed." Xion sighed, shaking her head as they walked determinedly into the kitchen.
"Hand me the CD." Xion called.
Namine tossed it over and Xion shoved it into the player, unpredictably pressing the fast forward button so she got a random song.
It turned out to be Poppin' by Utada.
"Guess… guess…" Xion whispered, Namine grinned as she cracked open eggs.
"Hey" Xion sang.
"Hey" Namine continued.
"Hey"
"Hey"
"Hey"
"Hey"
"Hey"
"Hey"
"Hey"
"Hey"
"Hey"
"Hey"
"I wanna see the bottles poppin'!" Xion continued as Namine tried to measure with Xion dancing around the kitchen.
"Why don't you help?" Namine asked, offering a measuring cup.
Xion looked at it in horror, the song forgotten.
"I can't. the kitchen Gods will kill me." She whispered.
"Oh stop exaggerating, this cake was your idea anyways." Namine complained.
After much persuading, Namine got Xion to grab the measuring cup.
They heard a roar. From the oven.
"I… didn't even turn it on…" Namine said slowly as Xion started to inch towards the fire extinguisher.
"I told you, now the kitchen is going to attack!" Xion exclaimed, covering her eyes.
"Oh you can't be serious." Namine said, looking wary.
The mushroom cloud of white flour could be seen from miles away.
Three hours later, they emerged from the kitchen, coughing and gasping for air, but holding a perfect chocolate cake, complete with frosting in their burned, flour coated hands.
Namine looked back at her kitchen.
The light fixture was swinging dangerously from the ceiling, two tiles from the floor somehow managed to find their way onto the counter, which was missing chunks. Everything was coated in molasses and flour. The water from the sink was overflowing on the floor. Broken dishes lay scattered everywhere.
But the oven was in tact.
Namine sighed and closed the kitchen door.
Xion smiled when the blonde woman turned to her, and held out the precious, perfect cake.
"We've got two forks and no guilt. Let's eat!"