Chapter 5: Blair vs. the Kitchen
A/N: You all know the drill I am back with another chapter. I almost choked wait no I did choke on coffee while writing this so now you know this chapter is going to be good if I did that UnU. I still don't know how many chapters this book will be its been going on long enough, so I might as well find a certain number of chapters I should do before I forget about it. Besides I really want to get this done so I can move onto something else and not be haunted by not finishing this. I'm already haunted by three other books I haven't finished yet and they are like two or one years old T-T. My throat is burning from choking on my coffee it almost went out my nose and that wouldn't have been pretty if it went on this crappy old computer. On the bright side I found a new laptop to replace it and it is expensive UGH! My poor wallet QnQ!
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers no matter how hard I try I will never own the series. Even if I magically got rich and attempted to own the series I would never be able to.
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Blair glared at the stove as it boiled water. She cautiously put the pasta in and let it sit in there for a while.
"Having trouble?" A voice asked.
Blair yelped and whirled around to face Owen.
"OWEN PRIME!" She exclaimed, whacking her boyfriend in the arm while mentally cursing herself for not having a frying pan with her.
Owen held his hands up in defense, laughing a little.
"I come in peace!" The prime joked, wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist.
"But seriously, do you want to burn our new stove? I just bought it yesterday
after you broke our old one by somehow breaking off the oven door and setting the inside on fire." Owen inquired with a hint of amusement in his voice.
Blair growled and released herself from Owen's hold.
"If you must know, I'm attempting to make spaghetti, and if that doesn't, work then I'll order pizza and eat it in misery cause I can't cook for scrap," Blair spoke with little faith in herself.
The leader of the Autobots rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Aw come on babe I'm sure you can make something," Owen reassured. "With years' worth of practice I'm sure." The Prime added quietly.
The blonde looked over at her boyfriend.
"What was that?" She inquired.
A sweatdrop appeared over Owen's head realizing that he had said that loud enough for Blair to hear.
"Uhh, n-nothing Blair." The blue-headed male stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
The blonde narrowed her baby blue eyes at her boyfriend not believing him, but she shrugged it off and went back to what she was doing. Owen let out a sigh of relief and sat down on one of the barstools on the other side of the island far away from his girlfriend's firing range. Not wanting to lose another stove again this week the prime decided to make a suggestion:
"Why don't you ask Brice to help you with your cooking since he does the majority of the cooking around here?"
Blair stopped staring at the pasta in the pan hoping to not burn the food, or break the stove again and looked at Owen with an 'are you serious?' look.
"Whenever Brice and I ever cook or bake together he winds up taking over and leaving me sitting where you are right now." The scout argued.
The blue with red and silver streaks opened his mouth to defend his friend when footsteps on the wooden floor made him pause.
"What's this about me helping Blair with her cooking?" Brice asked, leaning against the wall next to the island crossing his legs.
The blonde with black streaks opened her mouth to say that she didn't need his help but Owen beat her to the bat.
"She was wondering if you would be willing to help her with her cooking if you have nothing to do today." The prime stated, earning a dirty look from his girlfriend which he ignored.
"I don't need help!" The blonde griped, throwing her hands up which made the spoon she was holding hit one of the hanging lights.
Blair blushed in embarrassment and put the spoon down.
"I did that to prove my point." The blonde insisted.
Brice and Owen sent the scout an unimpressed look.
"Sure you did, and that pan, isn't smoking behind you right now." The former wrecker deadpanned.
The scout yelped and frantically turned off the stove and dumped the now burnt pasta into the sink. Blair turned to her boyfriend and her friend who was looking at her with an amused smirk.
"You happy now that you've proven your point?" She quipped.
The Prime had to turn his head away and try not to laugh at his girlfriend's horrible attempt at cooking.
"Yes very," Owen stated through laughter. "Now will you have Brice teach you how to cook?" He added, looking back at the scout humor still sparkling in his blue eyes.
The blonde with black streaks huffed and nodded her head 'yes' throwing her hands up in surrender. Owen turned to the green-headed male.
"Will you teach her my friend?" He inquired, not wanting to eat anymore take out.
Brice shrugged and answered, "Sure, I mean what's the worse that she can do?"
"You'd be surprised." The blue-haired male spoke. "Just take a look at what she did with the pasta and she only left it there for a few minutes." Owen joked, earning himself another glare from his girlfriend.
Brice walked over to one of the cabinets, and pulled out a cookbook, and placed it on the island. He started flipping through the book before he found the recipe he was looking for.
"I have some time before I go hang out with Jackie, so I can try to teach what I know Blair." The green-haired male stated, beckoning the woman over.
The Prime stood downing the rest of his –forgotten- cold coffee and kissed his girlfriend on the cheek.
"Well, I'll leave you to it. Hopefully, my wallet doesn't have to cry anymore for the rest of the day." Owen ribbed with a growing smile.
The blue-haired male with red and silver streaks ducked just in time from a swing by Blair. Laughing the Prime left blowing a kiss towards the blonde making her turn bright red.
Brice clapped his hand on the scout's shoulder making the latter stumble a little.
"Welp let's get started." He stated, getting out all of the things that the recipe required. "First we'll start with a simple recipe then slowly move forward," Brice instructed.
Blair nodded rolling up sleeves and tightening her ponytail. She rolled her shoulders ready to beat the cooking curse's butt.
About half an hour later a sweet aroma hit Owen's nose from the kitchen. He looked over the back of the couch. 'There's no way the Blair made that if she did I'm impressed.' He pondered. Sean poked his head out from his room and looked at the Prime.
"Do you smell that too? Or am I going crazy?" Sean inquired.
"No, you are not. Blair is taking cooking classes from Brice so that way we don't have to eat take out all the time anymore." The prime answered.
The blue-headed male with yellow streaks pulled his head back and let out a 'whoop', and he walked over to the prime leaping over the arm of the couch and landed next to Owen.
"Thank scrap that she's taking lessons from Brice! I don't think I could eat another Chinese noodle!" He exclaimed.
The leader rolled his icy blue eyes. "Then let us go see what they have made." He started getting up and walking towards the kitchen with Sean trailing behind him.
The kitchen and the two Team Prime members' appearance didn't even surprise them one bit. Brice was the cleanest out of the pair while Blair was covered head to toe in brownie dough and flour. Which confused Owen on how all the dough got all the way down to her feet, and yet have enough for brownies. The kitchen was a completely different story.
"Do I even want to ask what happened?" The prime stated dryly, while the scout took out the brownie pan from the oven.
Brice chuckled a little and rubbed the back of his head.
"Well-" The former wrecker started.
"I'm confused I see you Brice as more of a workout heavy lifting dude, not a cooking person." Sean butted in.
"Hey! I-I can do both." The former wrecker protested, clutching the pan carefully with his mitted hands.
Blair took out the other pan and set it on the island. Sean leaned over Owen's arm and went to grab a sweet when Brice to a spoon and whacked him.
"Hands off speedster, Blair and I worked hard on these, and besides they haven't cooled yet." The green-headed male scolded, placing the other pan on the island.
Sean whined and flopped against the fridge placing his hand against his head dramatically.
"I can't believe you would say that I don't know if I can survive without a brownie." The teen groaned.
Blair quietly laughed at her friend while the other two males rolled their eyes.
"Just be thankful that Blair can cook something without burning it. The next time you do that, I'll forcefully shove all of the burnt pasta from the trash down your throat." Brice threatened.
Sean gulped and placed a hand on his throat, already tasting the burnt pasta without even eating it.
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A/N: FINALLY! Another chapter out! I'm so sorry that this took so long to publish TwT. This book will be a side project now so I can focus on other books without worrying about updating on this. I don't know when the next chapter will be out but I already have an idea for it U^U! I tried to stay in character with all of the characters in the chappy as possible but I feel like Bulkhead would be the cook of the group XD lol. Cya later my little Witches!
~Scar :3