We Live Forever

Chapter 14: Discount Holiday Cheer

Potential TW? Existential Crisis?

Crimson's POV:

I woke up to Hank shaking me awake like a child who had just thrown up. 

"Merry Christmas!"

"You know it'll still be Christmas at noon right?"

"We have no time for that! I have so many plans!"

"Hank, you were supposed to catch up on sleep last night..."

"I did sleep! ...foranhour..."

Hank gave me a pleading look and I caved.

"Alright, Merry Christmas love."

"Yes! Let's get started!"

Hank took my hand and excitedly led me downstairs to the kitchen. On the large counter was a myriad of ingredients. Hank picked up the open recipe book from the counter. 

"How'd all this get here?"

"I have no idea, it truly is a mystery."

"Oh well, guess we shouldn't let it go to waste. I suppose we just have to bake some chocolate chip cookies..."

"Oh no, what a terrible shame..."

We both laughed and started to measure out ingredients according to the recipe. Little by little successfully progressed through the ingredients. 

"Next up is four cups of flour"

I handed Hank the bag of flour and he measured out four cups worth, slipping some on the counter. He hovered the large measuring cup over the bowl and turned it upside down. The flour erupted into a large cloud, coating me in the white powder. 

Hank was laughing his ass off. I reached for the spilled flour on the counter and threw it at him. His jaw dropped and he reached for the eggs. 

"You wouldn't dare"

He dared. 

Hank threw the egg at me and quickly ran attempting to escape the kitchen. I chased after him and cornered him back in the kitchen. I blindly reached for the counter and grabbed something. 

"Are you gonna throw butter at me?"

I did.

The room temperature butter splattered across his torso, small chunks of butter clung to his shirt. He gasped and looked offended.

"This grease stain is never gonna come out"

I stepped forward and smeared the butter across more of his shirt. I started to run away giggling to myself. 

"Oh no, you don't!"

Hank quickly sprayed the cooking spray onto the floor causing me to slip and fall. I looked up at him towering over me. He grabbed the flour bag and dumped the remaining flour all over me. 

I scrambled to the floor trying not to slip on the greasy floors. I approached Hank and I saw the fear in his eyes when he realized what I was about to do. 

I quickly jumped up at Hank and he caught me and held me in his arms. Upon impact, flour splattered all over both of our bodies. 

"Truce?"

"Truce."

I leaned in and shared a quick kiss with Hank. After he quickly tilted his head away and coughed up a flour cloud. 

Later that night

We walked hand in hand down the sidewalk admiring the Christmas lights hanging up everywhere.