Chapter 7

"Okay... so two cups of flour" how much was a cup again?

She looked down at the recipe page, of 'how to cook a chicken' but was barely able to read the writing under the flour spillages. She found a regular cup scooping the flour into it and dumping in to the bowl with some of the other ingredients.

So far her sauce looked more like something that came out of the chicken, not something that was supposed to go onto it. Just on cue Klaus walked in sniffing the air pretending that it all smelt delicious when truth was, she hadn't even started cooking

"Smells good"

"Don't lie" he watched over looking at the mess she made. There was sauce everywhere he looked. He couldn't help but laugh

"What was it you said you said love? If we're going to live together, you're going to have to learn to clean after yourself" he wiped a layer of sauce off the counter with his finger, showing it to her "How's that working out for you?" she brushed his hand away brashly as she scowled at him

"It's harder than it looks you know"

"I highly doubt that. Let me have a go" he tried taking the flour out of her hands but they became so gripped that he could barely move it from her clutches

"What!? Are you worried that I might be better at this than you?" he chuckled as he continued trying to grab the flour

"No"

"Then let me have it, love" a sudden smirk arrived on her face as she almost winked at Klaus. He was still focused on the flour as she smiled

"Fine, take it" she let go, making all his strength back fire, powdering his face with flour. She had never laughed so hard in her life. She was bent off, riddled in pain in her sides.

She watched as he scooped the flour off his eyes and mouth before attempting to open them

"You think that's funny don't you?" she nodded still laughing as her eyes widened as Klaus picked up the flour, swaying it side to side

"No...Klaus...I didn't mean to –" before she knew it the flour was all over her. She blew out creating a misty cloud in the air as they both stared at their floury states before bursting out into laughter.

The content of the dinner was covered all over them, instead of on their plates where it should be. The laughter stopped as they looked at each other and smiled, having almost a moment before Caroline turned away

"Looks like we're ordering take out" she laughed trying to clean her face with kitchen towel. She grabbed the roll, ripping a piece off before giving it to Klaus

"No, I think this could still work" she tried to hide her smile as he seemed deadly serious. Her hands were clean and she felt like majority of her face was flour free but she couldn't tell. Klaus still looked like a ghost but she found that it was an improvement from his normal face

"Have you not seen the kitchen?" he chuckled, spinning around on the spot. She was right, the kitchen was a tip. There was flour all over the walls, floors and counter tops. Sauce was spilt everywhere and there was hardly a clean surface in sight

"That was your attempt at cooking, not mine, love" he finally said as he handed her a dish cloth. She grabbed it out of his hands with her hand on her hips. She doubted he could do any better, he could barely keep his own room tidy and it was unlikely he could cook a meal.

But she would humour him, he couldn't do any worst than she did

"Fine, You cook and I'll clean"

Damn it she thought as she chewed on her dinner; why was he so good at bloody everything?

She took small bits trying to convince herself it wasn't as good as it tasted and her minds were playing tricks on her. She wanted to be annoyed but every mouthful melted her thoughts. His food was to die for

"What do you think? I think I may have over cooked the chicken" I wish she thought, the chicken was pretty much perfection, crunching on the outside and tender on the inside.

He even made vegetables and gravy to top it all off. She was surprised there wasn't any desert as well

"No, its good" she wasn't about to start showering him with compliments, he had to deserve that. Her mind was her own and there she would think whatever the hell she likes without a certain Klaus eavesdropping

"You really think so?" he was clearly feeling the pride. Yes he had proven that he was the alpha in the cooking department, Big Deal. Maybe she was jealous, ever so slightly.

It was hardly fair that he was better than her in almost every department. She was convinced the only thing she had against him was her personality, she was clearly the better person, right?

"You do realise, you're going to be cooking all the time, now that you're secrets out" she laughed finishing off the contents of her plate. All those times watching cooking programs clearly didn't make a difference to her

"Secret? There was no secret, love. I'm just highly talented" she threw her napkin at him as he chuckled

"Don't go getting a bigger head than you already have" for that brief moment things were suddenly different when they were around each other. It was like a switch was flicked and they could somehow get along. He wasn't as bad as he first set out to be.

She took the plates, both his and hers and brought them into the kitchen. She began running the tap water and she prepared to wash up. Her hand picked up the sponge going in circular motions around the plate; it felt more therapeutic than she normally did. There was something serene about washing the plates, swaying to invisible music in her head.

She saw Klaus enter the kitchen from the window in front of her, she watched as he seemed hesitant, looking from the ground to her. She frowned continuing with her dishes, waiting for what he wanted to say

"Caroline"

"Yeah?" she didn't turn around, she keep facing the window, looking up at his reflection every so often

"Tyler and I used to go to this place when we were kids. I think he'd want me to show you it" it was silent for a moment as she remembered Tyler. It was weird thinking of him in the past tense. To her, he was very much alive

"Sure, that'd be great, when did you want to go?"

"Tomorrow Morning?" she turned around now, finished with her plates as she wiped her hands on a tea towel. It was only now that his head looked up at her, with his dimples smile and warm eyes

"Great!" she nodded walking past him as she made it up to her room. She stopped as she heard him call her name from the kitchen

"Don't be late"

I know they haven't been all loved up yet but lets be honest, i think it's a bit early for that, they are warming up to each other, one step at a time people ;) Hope you are all still enjoying it, I feel like I might be losing people! Sorry if I'm boring any of you :( I'm trying my best I promise! :)

© Ms Zola, Oct 2012