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"That was the best spaghetti eveerrrr."
"Mhmm."
I could barely even talk. We were full of spaghetti and lying on the couch watching TV. Well, not really watching since Travis kept flipping through the channels.
"Who lives in a pineapple under the sea-" *
click!
"Mike here just told me he's a virgin-" *
click!
"Dont do what, Don? Go ahead. Go ahead and try to tell me what it is-" *
click!
"And I~ will always love you~!"
After a while, Travis just clicked the TV off and turned to face me.
"What?" I asked him after two minutes of staring at me. He had this strange look on his face.
"Im having a huge craving for something sweet right now..."
"Well I don't really have anything, unless you want-"
"Yes!"
"You didn't even know what I was gonna say!"
"Well what were you gonna say?"
I stood up, without a word, and walked into the kitchen. I started opening up cabinets and taking out some of the things I needed. I had an idea.
"We..." I turned around and pointed between Travis and I. "are gonna bake a cake."
"I thought I was done with the kitchen!"
I continued taking things out.
"Well you're not , so get your ass over here and help!"
"So what now?"
"Now you mix it all together." I stood next to Travis with a cookbook in my hands, reading him the directions. As much as I would want to do this myself so it would be perfect, it was fun watching him. The way he would get excited when he did something right, or the way he would pout when he did something wrong was...
Well for lack of a better word...
Adorable.
As he finished mixing it, he stuck two fingers into the mix and stuck it in his mouth. After letting a sound of pure bliss escape his mouth, he opened his eyes and smiled.
...Was it getting hot in here, or is it me?
"Ohh man~" he practically moaned. "Wes, you gotta taste this stuff!"
"No thanks, I think im good." I said awkwardly trying to tear my eyes away from the drop of mix on the corner of his mouth. Now, he had scooped some more of it on his fingers and held them up to my lips.
"C'mon, just a little taste?" He begged. As his fingers headed straight for my mouth, I turned my head just in time for him to smear it all over the left side of my face.
"!"
As soon as I turned my head to face him, he exploded with laughter. It was as if his laugh was contagious, because I was soon trying to hold in my laughter as I spoke my next words.
"You think this is funny, Travis?" He was laughing so hard, all he could do was nod his head like a brain-dead turkey. "Well then you'll find this hilarious."
Splat!
I grabbed a nearby spoon, dipped it into the mix, and sent it flying (and landing) perfectly onto Travis' face. His laughter immediately stopped as mine started. As he wipe his eyes, all he could do was look at me with complete surprise.
"You were totally right!" I laughed, "this is funny!"
Suddenly, Travis' hands were all over my head. His fingers running through my hair. It was only when he started laughing again did I realize he had dumped chocolate cake mix into my hair like it was shampoo.
Oh hell no.
Not the hair.
This meant war.
In the blink of an eye, I was on the other side of the kitchen, (bowl in one hand and spoon in the other) flinging cake mix at Travis. Apparently, I had good aim because all of my attacks hit him square in the chest. Since I had laughed so hard, I hadn't noticed when Travis went into the refrigerator, took out some vanilla frosting, and launched it in my direction. While I dodged the first two, the third hit me right on my shoulder. From then on, everything was a blur of cake mix, frosting, and sprinkles. Once the last bit of mix was thrown, Travis gave up and put down his shield (frying pan).
"Okay, okay. You win!" He laughed as he sat down on the floor leaning against one of the cabinets.
"Not quite..." I said as I went to the refrigerator with one last idea in mind. When I got what I needed, I slowly walked towards him, with the item behind my back.
"What do you mean-" before he got to finish his sentence, I sprayed whipped cream into his open mouth and all over his face. Now I win. The looked of shock on his face was extremely priceless and hilarious. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I sat on the ground next to him, shaking with laughter. Eventually, we started looking around. We stared at the mess we made in the kitchen, and that started a whole new round of laughter. I hadn't laughed this much in a while. It felt nice.
"We should do this again." Travis smiled at me. "Then maybe, we could actually make the cake!"
I laughed at his joke. "Sounds good to me."
"This was actually really fun Wes!" he said as he sat a little closer and nudged my arm. "Maybe you're not such a hard-ass after all."
I just laughed. This honestly was the most fun I've had in a while. We sat there in a comfortable silence for a little while until Travis looked at my face and started giggling.
"You should see yourself! You look ridiculous!"
"Ohh, shut up Travis!" I playfully snapped at him. "You look just as ridiculous."
I turned away from him in an attempt to hide my embarrassment. That's when he decided to reached out one of his hands, cupped my face, and made me face him.
"It's alright though," he said in a voice just above a whisper "I'd say chocolate and vanilla are just the right color for you."
I was blushing like mad at this point.
Taking a risk, I brought my hand up to where his was placed on my face, and held it there. I couldn't help the small smile that suddenly appeared on my face. Travis started to lean in little by little.
Was he gonna kiss me?
Once he was a few centimeters away he stop...
'NOOO!'
'We were so close!'
"Trav-" I stopped as soon as my lips accidentally brushed his. If I didn't stop now, I knew I wouldn't be able to.
As hard as it was for me, I pulled away about an inch and removed our hands from my face. It looked as if a flash of hurt shot across his face, but it was gone as soon as it appeared. Although I removed our hands, I still held his hand as I brought it down to my lap.
"You know you're not going home until you help me clean up, right?" I laughed.
"Yeah, I kinda established that when I noticed the mess we made!" he laughed along with me. He then stood up , still holding my hand, grabbed by other had, and helped me up. As I tried to pull my hands away, he held on tighter and stepped closer to me. His face leaned closer and closer towards my lips.
Was he gonna try to kiss me again?
I thought he was until his lips went right past mine.
All of a sudden, I felt his tongue shoot out and licked some frosting off of my face.
"You taste good Wes," he said "just like I imagined..."
He then stepped back, giggling like a little girl, and started cleaning up like nothing ever happened.
That did just happen! How can he just forget about that? What the hell!
...Not that I'm complaining or anything.
A/N: Heeeeyyyyyyyy , get it in , Wes! ;D lolol. Awwh, well wasn't that cute!?...I Thought it was...though I did pull it right outta my ass last minute...So if it's crappy, I apologize, I just wanted to update again for you guys. 10 follows, 7 favorites, and 8 reviews!? YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING! :D
(*) Can anyone tell me what shows were on TV?! Hahaa, might be a bit hard (x
lol, anyway, REVIEW PLEASE! C'MON! I'LL LET YOU LICK WES' FACE! ;D
~LongerWalks-and-ShorterTalks.