Race Cars and Bad Cooking

Summary: Zael, Zoran and Yurick play some racing videogames to pass the time while Lowell cooks lunch, because Lowell lost the last round. Unfortunately, they have forgotten how bad Lowell is at cooking...

Zoran let out a scream of triumph as his red racecar went across the finish line on the screen in front of him. "I WIN!"

"WHAT!?" Both Zael and Yurick screamed in unison, their eyes wide with shock.

Lowell, meanwhile, was mentally sobbing over being last place. "Dang it, I'm cooking lunch then..."

"Yup." Zoran was all smiles as he grinned at him. "Go on, Lowell. Go make lunch." He teased.

Lowell pouted at this. "Fine..." The blond sighed as he put his controller aside before he went upstairs toward the kitchen, which was currently, beautifully clean. No stains were in this kitchen at all.

And...Lowell had a feeling that it would change quite drastically within the next set of minutes.

"Seriously," He muttered to himself, "Did everyone in this house forget that I'm bad at cooking?"

Lowell slowly stepped into the kitchen. "Okay." He managed quietly. Gazing at the shelves, he figured he should plan what to make first, and then go with it.

What do I cook, anyway? Last time I was supposed to cook I tried to make my own sangrias with that DIY drink mixing thing and that failed badly. But then again that can't be a good lunch. Alcohol probably isn't a good idea for lunch.

Sandwiches? Wait...

He checked the shelves. Day-old bread was in there.

Fridge? There was cheese and some ham in there.

Grilled ham and cheese sandwiches, I guess.

What could go wrong with this?

"Uh, guys?" Yurick spoke up a while into more gaming.

"What is it?" Zael asked, looking up.

"Do you smell burning?"

Everyone blinked, before they all looked to each other with the same thought in mind.

We forgot that Lowell can't cook.

Immediately they paused the game, ran up the stairs, and were met with the most horrendous sight in their entire lives.

Lowell awkwardly stood in the middle of the kitchen, frantically trying to clean the messed up grill with what looked like burnt meat and cheese on it, and there was a plate of charred bread on the counter nearby. Soda was all over the floor and Lowell was trying damned hard not to slip and fall.

"H-hi guys," Lowell managed awkwardly, wincing, "Mind helping little ol' me out a bit?" He then yelped as he fell over, but grabbed onto the counter in time before he could hit the floor.

Zael looked to Yurick, who looked to Zoran, who took a deep breath and took out his cellphone.

"I'm calling Therius. We need help—now."

Therius stared. He'd only gotten there a minute ago, and...well then.

"This is terrible." He slowly spoke up, staring at Lowell. "What in the world were you thinking of toasting the bread, ham and cheese separately? It's supposed to be all at once when you grill them! I thought you took a cooking class during the past summer for this sort of stuff."

Lowell chuckled sheepishly, gazing at the mess. "Well, uh, yeah." He responded. "About that, uh...the instructor kicked me out of the course after the first class because I somehow ended up getting the stovetop on fire..."

"Oh my goodness." The white-haired other sighed. "I pity the next date who wants your homecooking."

"Hey!" Lowell looked to him. "My steak and eggs I made for her were—"

"Completely charred." Yurick cut in. "She threw them at your face and dumped you on the spot."

Lowell winced. "Umm...yeah. Sorry."

"It's alright, Lowell." Zael responded, surveying the mess. "I'm pretty sure we could all clean this up."

Therius looked ot Zoran. "If you can all clean this yourself, why call me?"

"To make us lunch?" Zoran suggested, a cheesy smile on his face.

Therius slapped his own forehead, shaking his head. "Don't you have Dagran for that?"

Lowell laughed at that. "He's got a blind date tonight, courtesy of yours truly."

Therius sighed. "Well, I can't do much to help other than clean. You know I don't cook as well as, say, my godfather."

"Asthar?" Lowell tried to think. "Hmmm...getting him over here would be awesome!"

"Do you seriously want to rely on my godfather to cook for you!? The both of us are not your personal chefs."

"He could give us a cooking tutorial..." Zael interjected, but Therius shook his head.

"He's at work right now, anyway. It's not like I can just pull him out of it."

"Oh. Right."

That was when Dagran walked in. "Guys, I'm—what the hell happened to the kitchen?"

Therius took a deep breath before speaking.

"Lowell murdered it with his savage lack of cooking skills. That's what happened to it." He spoke rather blatantly.

"What!?" Dagran looked to Lowell. "And I cleaned it just last night! And—" He groaned, shaking his head. "I'm never going into skinny jeans, Lowell. Cancel the blind date, will you? They just don't fit on me!"

"Wait, what?" Lowell stared at him. "You actually don't fit in them?"

"No. They're just...too tight." Dagran managed, and a slight blush came to his face. "I had to get someone to help me get out of them!"

"Oh?" Zoran chuckled, leaning against Dagran, resting an arm over his shoulders. "Who, pretty boy?"

Dagran blushed slightly, pushing Zoran away. "Why should I bother telling you?"

"Because why not?" Lowell responded, grinning.

Dagran groaned, shaking his head. He wasn't going to get out of it now. "Since none of you guys were at the mall to get me or anything, I, uh..I ran into Calista's uncle prior to trying on the skinny jeans and he was still in the mall, so...I, uh...called him from the changeroom to get his help to take them off."

Zoran and Lowell burst out laughing while Zael looked like he was trying to stifle laughter. Therius went pale and Yurick looked incredibly perplexed.

"D-did he seriously go into the changing room to help you take those off!?" Lowell managed between laughs. "I-I can't believe it! The two dates already having to do that..."

"The two dates?" Dagran repeated, eyes locking onto Lowell as he added it all together. Rage seemed to spark in his eyes, his face still a bit flushed but he was downright pissed.

Lowell gulped, starting to back up. "Uhhh...I'm going to go order pizza! Bye!" He rushed out of the room, towards the front of the house to get the hell out of here.

Dagran growled, rushing after him. "LOWELL! I KNEW YOU WERE GOING TO PLAN SOMETHING LIKE THIS, DAMMIT! GET BACK HERE!"

Therius blinked, staring off into the distance that they ran. "What dates?" He repeated, confused.

Yurick sighed, crossing his arms. "Lowell and Syrenne thought they could put Calista's uncle and Dagran on a blind date. As a prank that is."

The other white-haired man simply sighed, slapping his own forehead.

"I knew they would do something like this..."