"We need to find a recipe," I planned.
"Which one?" he asked.
"I was thinking the sugar cookies that we can shape into people. That way, if they end up looking terrible, we can decorate them as our moms to get extra points," I strategized.
Tommy nodded along. "That's a good idea."
I looked up a recipe on my phone and pulled it up.
"We need to cream the butter and sugar first. If we don't, the dough will be crumbly. I've made that mistake once and I don't want to make it again," I explained.
We put them together. I searched for the flour and eggs. I got them out. I turned around and Tommy had put a brown powder into the butter and sugar.
"What did you do?" I sighed.
"It's cinnamon!" he answered.
I shrugged my shoulders. "Would you like to put these ingredients in?"
Tommy began measuring out flour and ended up spilling some on his hand.
Before he put the eggs in, he said, "Hey, you have something on your face."
I self consciously touched my face.
"I'll get it for you," he said, wiping his finger on my nose.
"Tommy, you got flour on my face!" I exclaimed.
"I know!" he said, laughing loudly.
Rose looked over. I noticed that they were doing a more complex recipe. I wasn't surprised, because Rose was good at that.
"Just put the eggs in."
He cracked one on the edge of the bowl. So far, so good. He cracked the second one. Only this time, he fumbled for it and it dropped into the dough.
"Tommy! You just got so many egg shells in it!" I scolded.
"Sorry," he replied, picking out as many as he could.
I measured out the vanilla over the bowl. Tommy accidentally bumped my arm and I accidentally put way more than a teaspoon into the dough. I decided not to mention it. I mixed it up. The dough was ready, so I tasted it. It tasted weird with all the vanilla. Tommy tested it, too. He coughed.
"What's in this?" he asked.
"I accidentally got too much vanilla," I explained sheepishly.
"That's alright. We can offset it with some salt!" He replied.
He reached for the salt shaker and started shaking a bunch in.
"Tommy! No! That won't work!" I shouted.
It was too late. I cautiously tasted the dough. It tasted both very salty and too much like vanilla, now.
"That didn't work," he commented, reading my mind.
"It's okay, right? They'll be better once we bake them!" I tried.
We both looked over at Wilbur and Rose, who were working very well together. They already had their cookies on a pan. Apparently, they dyed sections of dough different colors to make the cookies fancier.
"We are very behind," Tommy noted.
I nodded in agreement. We rolled out the dough and made shapes that resembled human figures. We put them in the oven and we both let out a huge exhale.
"Now we have to make the frosting," I directed.
We got out the ingredients for that and mixed them up. Instead of it being a thick paste, it was a soupy mess.
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Spring Break // Helpless II
FanfictionThe sequel to Spring Break // Helpless! We're going to Brighton this Spring Break. Note: I would really like comments, feedback, and opinions! I will also take ideas for future events in the story as it is not competed yet.r