"So," I asked and leaned against the counter, watching as Fang taped one end of a streamer to the wall. "Have you ever made a cake before?"
Fang laughed. "Nope. And I asume you haven't either."
I shook my head, grabbed the other end of the streamer he was holding, and started to tape it up about five feet from where Fang was standing, letting the part in the middle droop a bit.
After we finished putting up the streamers we got started on the balloons. Fang helped me tie about ten balloons to the backs of all the dining room chairs. All we had to do now was make the cake.
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Iggy and the kids ended up getting home around twenty minutes late which meant we only had an hour to make the cake. Fang and I got to to work right away.
"The oven's preheated!" I said, feeling proud of myself.
"Max?" Fang asked.
"Yes?" I answered and walked over to where Fang was. He had dumped the contents of the boxed cake batter into a bowl and was staring at the directions.
"It says we need two tablespoons of oil. What kind of oil?"
"Olive oil, maybe?" I shrugged.
"You should know. You were in home ec. last year," he tossed the directions at me.
I caught the piece of paper and pinched it between my fingers. "Correction: I was in home ec. for a week until I nearly burned the school down."
Fang sighed. "Fine. Maybe it's baby oil," suggested Fang.
"Why would you put that in cake?" I asked and walked over to the pantry. Standing on my toes, I scanned the top shelf for what I was looking for. After a while of looking I found the tall bottle of canola oil that I had seen mom use when she cooked. "I think this is it," I handed the bottle to Fang.
He grinned. "It's worth a try."
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Groaning, I sat up and blew a stray strand of hair out of my face. "When will the cake be finished?"
Fang smirked. "Soon."
We were sitting in the living room, watching TV, while we waited for the cake to finish baking. Fang had insisted that we watch the football game. He said it was his favourite sport but I think he only watched it because of the cheerleaders. A lound 'ding' startled me out of my reverie and I rushed to the kitchen to take the cake out of the oven. It was fully cooked and , thankfully, not burnt.
"And now we have to wait for it to cool," said Fang, reading the directions once again.
"Or we could just put it in the freezer," I suggested.
"Good idea," Fang muttered as he snatched the oven mitts from me and put them on. I watched as he carefully opened the freezer drawer with his foot and placed the cake on the top rack.
After a good, long seven minutes the cake was ready to be iced. I grabbed the canister of Betty Crocker icing and opened it. Fang walked into the kitchen just as I was getting a knife out for the icing.
"Ready to go?" he asked.
I nodded and handed him a second knife. "Ready."
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The cake was a mess. The icing stuck to the cake and would rip up little bits of cake as I dragged the knife across the top. It ended up being a big pile of cake and crumby icing. At least it would taste good. I told Fang to do the dishes and he obliged, but not without mumbling a few choice words under his breath. I decided to place the sprinkles on the cake so that they covered up most of the crumbs. I was so absorbed in my strategic sprinkle placing that I didn't notice that Fang had been trying to get my attention for about thirty seconds.
"Max," he said.
"What do you want?" I asked, looking up from the cake.
The moment a turned around I knew something was wrong. Fang had a huge and uncharacteristic smile plastered across his face and a spoonful of icing in his hand. In three seconds flat, he pulled the spoon back and fired a huge glob of sugary icing at me.
"Fang!" I shouted, trying to duck but ending up with a huge splatter of icing on my shirt.
Fang laughed and plunged the spoon into the canister of icing again. My eyes widened. I needed to defend myself. Without thinking, I grabbed a chunk of the cake and hurled it at him, catching him right on the nose. Before I could grab another handful of cake, Fang had already fired the spoon of icing and it hit me again. This time, on my neck.
Fang laughed. We went back and forth for a while and ended up getting our selves and the kitchen completely covered in icing and cake bits. Crap.
"What did you guys do?" Iggy asked, shocked as he stared at the mess Fang and I were standing in.
"Um... We were just icing the cake," I said.
"And things got... A little out of hand," Fang finished.
Iggy groaned. "Ella, Nudge, Angel, Gazzy! Get your butts down here and help us clean up this mess!"
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We were able to finish cleaning the kitchen with only five minutes to spare. Iggy left to go buy a cake and Fang and I were left in charge of the kids to wait for the entertainer. She ended up being twenty minutes late so Fang and I had to keep a whole army of six year olds happy for longer than we had expected. Luckily, everything was smooth sailing from there. Well, almost.
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Author's Note:
Hello! I am so sorry for the lack of updates. I've been spending almost all my time on another writing website and this story just got lost in all of it. Anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I promise I'll try to update more.
Cheers,
Pixie Lala XOXO