The outsiders

Burnt food and the beatles

I wake up to an empty bed and the sound of the Beatles music echoing through our house. I get up out of bed and follow the sounds of the Beatles song "Girl." I end up in the kitchen where Soda was fixing breakfast. I wrap my arms around him and kiss the back of his neck as I lay my head on his back.

"Well, good mornin, Darlin." He says, turning around, wrapping his arms around my waist.

I didn't even notice that we began to sway to the music. I grinned and wrapped my arms around his neck. We began to slow dance, completely forgetting about the food on the tiny stove.

"Soda?" I said after a while.

"Hmm?" He murmured against my neck.

"We gonna eat?" I say, grinning as I looked up at him.

Right as if on cue the smoke alarm went off and a column of back smoke of black smoke was rising on the stove.

He cussed under his breath and threw the smoking food out the window in the kitchen. I was laughing almost on the floor.

"You distracted me." He pointed out as washed out the skillet.

"Want some poptarts?" I say as he washes out the skillet.

"And chocolate cake?" He asked. I laughed at the way he sounded like a little kid asking for a candy bar.

"Can you make one?" I ask him, still laughing slightly.

He nodded eagerlly, as he set to work getting flour and suger out of the cabnets. I put the pop tarts in the toaster.

We stopped baking to eat the hot pop tarts. I grinned at him as we broke it in half at the same time.He grinned back and we clicked our pop tarts together with a smile.

"Cheers." He says with a cheesy grin.

"Cheers." I say with a similar grin.

When the chocolate cake was done we let it cool and put icing on it together. We each got a slice after playfully arguing about who's had the most icing.

"Mmm this is really good." I complemented him.

"Yeah I heard the chefs a real looker." He said winking.

"With that humility to wrap up the package." I said laughing, he quickly joined and laughed with me.

It didn't take long for us to finish the whole cake but we had a whole canister of chocolate icing left. Well, we can't have that now can we?

He took some and put it on my nose and I took some and put it on his cheek, it didn't take long for a full force war to break out. 

Flour and sugar were flinged across the room, good thing we weren't dressed up in anything special. When it was all over and he called a truce, we had flour stains all over our shirts, chocolate icing all over our hands, faces and clothes. We laughed hysterically at the sight of each other. Not even our messy state stopped us from hugging each other and kissing repetively. Then we had to clean up our mess, but it was sooo worth it. I giggled and kissed him on the cheek, smudging the chocolate icing on him. He laughed.