Hi my lovelies! (Dunno where that came from, my great-grandma says it all the time) Thank you guys sooooooooo much for all your reviews. Just a quick shout out to all those people who reviewed as guests, I did read your reviews and I loved them, but most of them contained votes, and I don't want people tallying up the results themselves, so I have left them be and will moderate them when the story is over. Also, I would like to credit Guest for the idea in this chapter-I'm sorry! You didn't have a pen-name!

When we returned from the shopping, Sting said that he'd cook. He had told me to take a shower. I didn't care, I just had to get that revolting stench off me. I take my clothes into the bathroom with me. There was no way I was walking around the house with just a towel. I turn on the water and just stand under it, thinking.

-Sting-

Well, shit. I look at the things she insisted we buy, meat, fish and some weird colorful things that I'd never seen before but had heard her call 'vegetables.' What the hell, am I supposed to do with this stuff? I pick up something green and leafy and sniff it. Yuck! I fling it across the room and it breaks in two when it smacks against the wall. Okay, I'll leave those until last. Instead I turn my attention to the meat. I know how to cook meat, it was easy. Well, I'd only ever watch Rogue do it but how hard could it be? I pick up the meat and shove it into the fire-oven. I think that's what you were supposed to do. I hear the water turn off in the bathroom, she was done already? Don't girls take forever in the shower? I stare at the other stuff on the table. Maybe she could tell me how to cook it? I go through the list of things Rogue uses to cook with; knives, bowls, a big spoon… Damn! Why couldn't I remember? I shrug and start looking for the things I remembered I needed.

-10 minutes later-

I had to have emptied every cupboard and draw in the kitchen, but I still couldn't find a bowl. Why did I need a bowl anyway? My eyes roam over the partly destroyed kitchen. Then I see a cupboard above the counter. I climb up and reach for it, pulling my self up by the handle.

-Lucy-

I head back into the bedroom, feeling a bit better, but exhausted. I lay down on one of the beds and sleep.

I wake up to a loud crash, I bolt up and run to the kitchen.

"SHIT!" Curses Sting. I stare. The kitchen was a mess, drawers had been pulled out, cupboard doors were open, their contents strewn everywhere, smoke and a burning smell was coming from the oven and then there was Sting himself. He was lying on a pile of utensils and wood from the now broken shelf was around him. He had a large bowl in his hand and a look off annoyance on his face. He looked so ridiculous I had to laugh. He turns and sees me, and unless I am very much mistaken, he blushed.

"It's not funny!" He says hotly.

"If it was me you'd be in hysterics." I say, walking over to the fire-oven. I prod the meat with a pair of tongs. "I think you killed it."

"Wasn't it already dead?" I turn and look at him, an expression of utmost seriousness on his face.

"You, are stupid." I tell him. "Get it out. I'll help you." He stands, and gives me the bowl. I look at it.

"What do I want this for?"
"Don't you need it to cook?"

I stare at him. "Have you ever cooked before?" I ask

"No. Rogue cooks."

I face palm. "Then why did you tell me you would cook?"

"I figured it couldn't be that hard."

I grab a fist full of his shirt. "You idiot! Now we have to clean up all this mess!"
"WELL SORRY FOR TRYING TO BE NICE!"
"YEAH YOU ARE SORRY!" I yell.

"Am I interrupting?"

I turn and see someone standing in the doorway. I squeal with delight and run to hug him.

O.O Who is it? Post your thoughts and comments please. I have a prize for the person who gets it right... Their favourite pair get 5 votes! Voting closes soon, but it's pretty clear who has won. Reviews ward off writers block! Love you all and Happy Easter~

By the way… I AM SO SORRY! I NEED TO TAKE A BREAK FOR A WHILE. I FEEL AS THOUGH THIS CHAPTER IS PRETTY CRAPPY (or at least not my best) AND I DON'T WANT TO DISAPPOINT YOU ALL *Sigh* So I won't update for a while. Is this the beginning of writers block? AHHHHHH! GOMENASAI!