Cracked | BoomerNA ✔️

[ 042 ]

[ 042 - A Fucking Fire ]
( Word Count - 1284 )
- Written on October 27th 2021 -
• Unedited Because I Just Died Lol •

I grin happily as I stand in the middle of the kitchen, looking at my laptop as my starting soon screen is loaded up on my stream. I can see that people are slowly joining the stream and saying hello in the chat and I can't help but smile at the large amount of people who had shown up without me even tweeting it out yet. I grab my phone and send out the tweet before adjusting my mic on my shirt and the tripod which has my camera. I wave a little to myself in the preview menu before switching it so my chat can see me.

"Hello chat," I wave to my stream as more people suddenly join, seeing as the tweet had sent out and that the stream had switched to show me standing in the kitchen. "I have a hat." I grin to them with a small laugh leaving my mouth as I point to the white chefs hat that is sitting on top of my head.

"And an apron," Boomer says as he walks into the kitchen, wearing the same hat as me. I grin as he tosses me the white apron and I throw it over my head. He joins my side and looks at the laptop which has chat on it and smiles at them. "Hello chat, I'm here too." He tells them all before I turn my back so he can tie the strings around me. I grin a little as he tied it before moving closer to the laptop to see what they were all saying. He wraps his arm around my waist as I read through the chat, quickly thanking subs and donators.

"Go away, I'm cooking." I say turning back to him as he keeps his hand on the small of my back and he chuckles a little before leaving my side, going to sit on the other side of the kitchen island. I blow a raspberry at him and see him roll his eyes but shoot me a smile as well. "Ok chat," I turn my attention to them, clapping my hands together happily. "So I'm going to cooking a cake." I tell them happily and Boomer looks up from his phone at me.

"Baking," Boomer corrected me with a smug grin across his face. I frowned as I stared at him for a second, his grin only growing with every minute that I glared in his general direction at how he had corrected me. I look back to my chat shaking my head slightly at how stupid the man I am dating is.

"I'm baking," I say glancing over at Boomer who only gives me a thumbs up before going back to his phone which makes me laugh a little. "A cake and also cooking a steak." I grin happily as I take the steak from where it had been, showing it to the camera. I knew nothing about cooking to be honest and it took me just about twenty minutes in the store to find one that I could make without struggling and making myself look like more of an idiot on stream in front of thousands of people.

"Hey, that rhymed." Boomer cuts in and I smile but other then that ignore him as I read the chat who are all very clearly judging me for making a cake and steak for a meal. I frown a little looking at my two recipes because I thought it was a good meal. Ok, maybe not the best nutrition wise but it's cake and steak. It might just be that Americans are weird but that's whatever to me, I just want to make my food in peace.

"Don't judge me," I frown as I look at the recipe in the book which I had bought. It was written in it with my neat handwriting and I had shown Boomer who then said that every recipe we attempt to make should be put in the book then rated by us both. It seemed like a fun idea and like a good way to keep track of things we have tried and haven't as well as what we like and not. Boomer had already added a recipe that he was going to try and make for breakfast tomorrow which would be fun to watch. "Hey, I see you assholes judging me, stop it." I frown but can't help but giggle a little as I see them fly past in the chat.

"I'm judging you." Boomer says and I glare over at him again. He only smiles innocently and I can see my chat speed up again out of the corner of my eye. They had always been the biggest fans of our collabs which is one of the reasons we had both gained so many more followers after we started doing stuff together.

"I hate you." I inform him and he grins a little which causes me to throw one of the oven mitts on his direction. He catches it with ease and grins more smuggly which only makes me glare some more.

"It's not my fault," Boomer says dramatically as he gets up from where he was sitting to come over to my side of the kitchen and bother me some more. He gives a smile to chat before he turns my head so I'm looking at him directly rather then chat who is losing their shit. "You're going to set the kitchen on fire." He jokes and I roll my eyes, taking a step back because I know the fans are going to freak out due to the lack of distance between us but he follows after me.

"I will not be starting a fucking fire." I tell him stubbornly as I move past him again to pick up the book and read the recipe one more time. I look over to the stove and open it, making sure that nothing is in it, before turning it on to the proper instructed temperature.

"I do not trust you around fire," Boomer says in an almost sing song voice, leaning over the counter as he looks at chat. I see a bunch of his emotes flood my chat and squint a little to see that my mods had obviously turned on emote only mode. I frown a little at why they could've done this but move on quickly as the stove beeps at me.

"I am so trustworthy." I say defensively but it's clear that my attention isn't on him as I reach across the stovetop again. I put in the right temperature again and only frown when it once again beeps at me. I look over at Boomer who is already looking over his shoulder before he moves, reaching across and turning the stove on again but this time he presses another button causing the stove to click rather then beep. "Shut up." I mutter and move back to the book to see what else we need. He only laughs a little as he joins my side resting his head on my shoulder and reading the book from there. "I hate you." I inform him and hear him chuckle a little in reaction.

"I love you too Dee." He tells me quietly so the mic doesn't pick it up and I feel my face turn pink. He laughs a little before pulling away and going to address my chat with the stupidity grin across his face that makes me throw another kitchen mitten at his head, this time knocking his chefs hat off.