Butterz Cream
Author's note: Hey now I mean it when I say you might be on the floor holding your sides, dying. I hope. Just a warning, I'm a little hyped up. Really. I can be dangerous like this!!!!!!!!!!!
"Pass the pan." "Pan." "Spatula." "Spatula." A powered covered Beast Boy gave Cyborg the things he asked for. "Ice cream." "What flavor?" "Don't matter." Beast Boy passed him vanilla. "Now what?" "Now we wait for my creation to cook." They had been in the kitchen for two hours and counting, cooking some creation Cyborg had made before and wanted his friends to eat. Beast Boy agreed to help as long as he got the first piece. Cyborg had told him no problem, so Beast Boy plopped his cook hat on.
"Hey boys." Jamina had walked in, wondering what all the noise was. "Hi Jamina." Beast Boy greeted cheerily. "J, you smell that?" Jamina sniffed the air, and nodded. "That is my creation coming to LIFE!" Cyborg said excitedly. "Oh man, I can't wait till it's done!" "Have you ever seen him so happy? The guy's spazing out." laughed Beast Boy.
"Mmyeah, when he beats you in Street Gangsters 3, he's happier." Said Jamina, smiling at Beast Boy's reaction to her answer. "So, what do we get if your fantabulous, um, creation tastes bad?" asked Jamina. "Yeah, Cy? What's in for us?" Beast Boy added. "This will send your taste buds to heaven with a side trip to paradise. No way is it gonna be bad or in any way bad. It's total one hundred percent heavenly!" promised Cyborg. "He seems sure of himself, we'll trust you on this Cy." Beast Boy told Cyborg.
They waited for a long time, while the creation cooked. Beast Boy was in charge of the time for how long the thing was supposed to cook. "Remember, BB, in one hour check the oven. Make sure it doesn't burn! If you do let it burn, it WILL be gross." "Got it, Cy. You can count on me." Beast Boy wasn't proving himself that he could keep his word. While time ticked by, he stared at Jamina; half drooling, eyes shining in a daze.
"I think it's illegal to be that pretty..." he thought to himself, smiling. He liked everything about her, but telling her that was a challenge to Beast Boy. He got tongue tied and blushed every shade of red possible. He'd rather just save the embarrassment, watch her, and hang out with her.
"Beast Boy? Beast Boy? Beast Boy?!" He snapped out of his daze. "Whaa?" "Aren't you watching Cyborg's cake thing?" He came back into reality. "Oh yeah, why?" Jamina pointed to the smoke. Beast Boy's eyes grew huge, "OH SNAP!" He ran to the oven and opened it, getting consumed in the smoke. He waved the smoke around coughing. "Great going, B, You let it burn." Jamina scolded. Beast Boy looked at the, whatever it was in the oven, and sighed. "You think he'll be mad?" he asked Jamina. She shook her head, "No, he'll be more like outraged and wanting to kill you, is more like it." "Yeah, I thought so..."
Author's note: Hey now I mean it when I say you might be on the floor holding your sides, dying. I hope. Just a warning, I'm a little hyped up. Really. I can be dangerous like this!!!!!!!!!!!
"Pass the pan." "Pan." "Spatula." "Spatula." A powered covered Beast Boy gave Cyborg the things he asked for. "Ice cream." "What flavor?" "Don't matter." Beast Boy passed him vanilla. "Now what?" "Now we wait for my creation to cook." They had been in the kitchen for two hours and counting, cooking some creation Cyborg had made before and wanted his friends to eat. Beast Boy agreed to help as long as he got the first piece. Cyborg had told him no problem, so Beast Boy plopped his cook hat on.
"Hey boys." Jamina had walked in, wondering what all the noise was. "Hi Jamina." Beast Boy greeted cheerily. "J, you smell that?" Jamina sniffed the air, and nodded. "That is my creation coming to LIFE!" Cyborg said excitedly. "Oh man, I can't wait till it's done!" "Have you ever seen him so happy? The guy's spazing out." laughed Beast Boy.
"Mmyeah, when he beats you in Street Gangsters 3, he's happier." Said Jamina, smiling at Beast Boy's reaction to her answer. "So, what do we get if your fantabulous, um, creation tastes bad?" asked Jamina. "Yeah, Cy? What's in for us?" Beast Boy added. "This will send your taste buds to heaven with a side trip to paradise. No way is it gonna be bad or in any way bad. It's total one hundred percent heavenly!" promised Cyborg. "He seems sure of himself, we'll trust you on this Cy." Beast Boy told Cyborg.
They waited for a long time, while the creation cooked. Beast Boy was in charge of the time for how long the thing was supposed to cook. "Remember, BB, in one hour check the oven. Make sure it doesn't burn! If you do let it burn, it WILL be gross." "Got it, Cy. You can count on me." Beast Boy wasn't proving himself that he could keep his word. While time ticked by, he stared at Jamina; half drooling, eyes shining in a daze.
"I think it's illegal to be that pretty..." he thought to himself, smiling. He liked everything about her, but telling her that was a challenge to Beast Boy. He got tongue tied and blushed every shade of red possible. He'd rather just save the embarrassment, watch her, and hang out with her.
"Beast Boy? Beast Boy? Beast Boy?!" He snapped out of his daze. "Whaa?" "Aren't you watching Cyborg's cake thing?" He came back into reality. "Oh yeah, why?" Jamina pointed to the smoke. Beast Boy's eyes grew huge, "OH SNAP!" He ran to the oven and opened it, getting consumed in the smoke. He waved the smoke around coughing. "Great going, B, You let it burn." Jamina scolded. Beast Boy looked at the, whatever it was in the oven, and sighed. "You think he'll be mad?" he asked Jamina. She shook her head, "No, he'll be more like outraged and wanting to kill you, is more like it." "Yeah, I thought so..."