(1) Learn How To Love

Cookie Dough

"Yay, sleepover!" You half-heartedly exclaimed, following Steven to the kitchen- where he was pulling ingredients from the cabinets.

"I can't find the flour..." he muttered, his head deep in one of the overhead cabinets. "Hey- ow!" Steven hit his head coming out of the cabinet, "Hey Amethyst!" He hollered towards the temple door.

After about fifteen seconds of waiting and listening intently, the door split in sloppy halves to reveal Amethyst coming out of her room. "What?" She asked, stretching her arms over her head.

"Do you know where the flour went?" Steven leaned against the counter.

Amethyst blinked at him several times. "No..." she said, trailing off. "I'll be back," Amethyst said, quickly disappearing into her room.

Steven sighed; "Oh, Amethyst."

When Amethyst came back, she carried a messy bag of flour under her arm.

"Found it," she took a handful of flour and pushed it in her mouth before throwing the bag to Steven, who- the poor thing- got flour all over his face and hair.

"HA!" Amethyst pointed and cackled, walking backwards into her room.

"Amethyst!" Steven hollered, but she was already gone. Steven growled and put the messy bag of flour on the counter while you giggled to yourself.

"Oh, you think this is funny?" Steven said, jokingly angry. You nodded, still laughing. "Heh, I'll show you funny-" Steven threatened, and before you could respond, you were met with a handful of flour in your face.

You exhaled sharply and watched a cloud of the fine powder fly into the air. You blinked the flour away and laughed;

"Oh, it's on."

"This is war," Steven agreed.

The two of you stood still, staring at each other from either side of the kitchen island, western-standoff-style. You held eye contact with Steven as you slowly reached for the carton of eggs. He stared back at you, bracing the bag of flour for rapid fire. Then, simultaneously, you both attacked.

You firmly grasped an egg and hurled it towards Steven's head while he shot a huge flurry of flour in your direction- blinding you. You didn't need to see the impact, however, to know that the egg landed on your target. A soft crack was heard as the egg broke on top of Steven's curls- earning a disgusted groan from him as the yolk slid down his face.

You darted to the side and grabbed a bottle of vanilla extract as the flour kept coming. You unscrewed the cap and threw the liquid blindly through the flour.

You waved away the cloud with your arms, trying to see your opponent, but once the air was clear, he had disappeared. You shivered, turning around in search of Steven, but to no avail. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up when you reached for the eggs once more- only to realize; they were gone, too.

Crack.

You turned to see where the noise had come from, and sure enough, it was a broken egg on the floor.

Crack.

Another egg fell to your right.

Crack.

Then to your left.

Drip.

You looked onto your arm and saw a small droplet of egg yolk, and realization hit.

Your shoulders stiffened and you slowly looked up, dreading what you might find.

There, directly above your head, Steven was perched on a support beam with the carton of eggs. Before you could say anything, or even gasp, Steven poured the entire container of eggs over your head.

You stood still and accepted your fate as Steven came down from the ceiling laughing.

"You look like Carrie White," he wheezed.

"You dick!" You laughed and threw the broken eggs from your hair at him.

"Hey, hey!" Steven attempted to dodge your firing. "Eggs are good for your hair!"

You groaned. He was right of course- eggs do wonders for your hair, but this was not what you signed up for.

"Ugh, now I'm all gross and sticky," you whined, wiping egg out of your eyes.

"Sticky? Maybe... But gross?" Steven smiled at you and shook his head, "Never."

You rolled your eyes, but inside- you couldn't stay mad at him.

"Whatever," you scoffed. "Can I use your shower?"

"No. Use the ocean," Steven said sternly.

You blinked at him a few times before he cracked a smile; "Yeah of course, I don't care. I'll go grab you some clothes. Bathroom's right there," he gestured to the door next to the couch before disappearing upstairs.

You opened the bathroom door and closed it behind you. It was just a bathroom, though it was personalized with the little things- a red mat, a small lily-of-the-valley on the windowsill, a painting of a lighthouse, etc.

You undressed and put your egg-y clothes in the sink- it was the best you could do with them for now.

Knock, knock.

"Uh... occupato?" You responded, standing stark naked in the middle of the bathroom.

"I come bearing clothes!"

You cracked the door slightly and took the clothes from Steven, who had one arm over his eyes.

"Thanks," you said, before gently closing the door again. You placed the clothes on the toilet lid and drew the shower curtain- which, appropriately, was decorated with yellow stars and planets. You let the water fall until it ran warm enough for you to get in.

While you showered the egg away, Steven washed his face in the sink before finishing up the cookie dough and cleaning up the kitchen, happily humming as he did so. He looked up when you came out of the bathroom freshly showered and wearing his clothes (which were fairly oversized on your body). He couldn't help but flush a light crimson seeing his clothes on you; his signature star t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants draped over you.

"That's a good look for you," Steven joked.

"It's like looking in a mirror!" You responded, attempting a Gene Belcher impression and absolutely butchering it. Steven laughed anyway.

"Come on, let's do some laundry."