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Jack Johnson

"Please!" you say repetitively. You tug onto Jack's hand, jumping up and down. "I hate baking..." he groans as he keeps his eyes on the TV screen. "For me?" you ask hoping you'd get that one romantic baking experience with him. You hop everywhere gaining his attention. "Maddie."

"Please! I'll love you forever."
"First, give me a kiss." He smirks as you pout. "Oh, fine." You say leaning into him, giving the quickest peck possible. You grab for his hand as you pull him from the couch and into the kitchen. "I know what we could make." He says as he touches your side. "What?" you smile. "Weed brownies."
"We made that last time, no." you roll your eyes looking into the cabinet. "They were so good though." He laughs. "Let's make cookies." You say pulling out a few boxes. "I'm feeling chocolate chip." Jack suggests. "How bout no." you joke as you turn to him. He frowns as you reward him with another kiss, this time longer. You pull away as a smile appears on his face. "Let's make star cookies!" you say pulling out the ingredients. "How many eggs?" Jack asks pulling them out from the refrigerator. "Two." You reply as you read the directions. "Heads up!" Jack shouts as you look up. He launches his hand as if he were going to throw it. You gasp covering your face. He didn't throw it though. "Fuck you!" You frown mixing the ingredients together. "When and where?" He laughs as you roll your eyes. You could never win with him. You feel his hands wrap around your waist, his breath on your neck as you giggle to yourself.

As time passes, you listen to Jack rap some of his new songs. You enjoyed it as you felt his dancing behind you. You continue mixing, sometimes eating from the batter. "Babe, can you put a little flour on the table?"
"Of course." He says in a little kid voice. You turn around seeing the flour all over the table and floor. "What the fu..."
"You said so!"
"A little! God Jack."
He shrugs his shoulders clapping his hands together. You place the dough on the table, rolling it with the pin. Jack sits in one of the chairs as you hand him a cookie cutter. "A star?" he asks examining the cutter. "Stars are cute." You say putting it in the dough. "Stars are gay."
"You're gay."

"I'm obviously not." He gasps as he places them on the sheet. You both continue making all of them until there was no dough left. You both kept bickering, rewarding each other with kisses. "What do we do with all of this flour?" you hear him behind you as you place the tray in the oven. "We clean it up." You say stating the obvious. "Or, we can get rid of it some other way." Jack says giving you a sexual smirk. You had no idea what he was planning. You watch as he takes his fingers, playing with the flour finally holding it in his palm. "Jack...what are you..." you start to say until you feel the flour upon your face. You shut your eyes close as you begin to cough. "FIGHTT!" he laughs immaturely as you reach for the excess flour on the floor. You throw it back onto him, mainly in his hair. Finally running out of the kitchen, you continue throwing the flour at him as he grabs for your waist. He lifts you up, spinning you around, uncontrollably laughing. "Put me down!" you say. "You have to give me a kiss." He says holding you tightly. "Fine." You grin holding onto his neck. You press your lips against his feeling the fine sugar on his face. You two were definitely messy, but it didn't bother you. You feel Jack's tongue on your bottom lip as you pull away suddenly. "Oh shit." You say hustling back into the room. "What happened?"
"I forgot the timer."
"I deserve a longer kiss because you just interrupted." He smiles.