Impulse (NaNoWriMo)

~25~

"And here! This is my art room!" Aunt Jennie flourished her hands dramatically and flipped the lights on to show us another area of the basement.

The walls were littered with artwork from every type of era. There were paintings and drawings and watercolors and abstract works all hung up haphazardly but in just enough of an order to look sophisticated.

"I've bought these from all around the world. Some I did myself, but I just love sitting in here and looking at it all sometimes, ya know?" Aunt Jennie asked, but neither Flynn nor I replied immediately.

"It's so amazing," I finally uttered out.

"Thank you. Come in and look around whenever you like," Aunt Jennie said to me before leading Flynn and I back to the kitchen area, "Now, I believe this occasion really is in need of some celebratory cake."

"I'm sorry, but what occasion?" I asked. Did I miss something?

"What occasion? My dear, you and Flynn of course! I've been waiting years for him to fall in love!" Aunt Jennie exclaimed, "The problem is that I don't have any cake..."

"Well we can make some. Do you have all the ingredients?" Flynn asked her as he began searching the cabinets.

He was talking about making a cake and I was still ten seconds back on the him being in love part."I'm sure I do. Patrick, that's hubby dear," Aunt Jennie clarified for me, "he can stop by the store on his way home if you need anything.

Flynn began pulling ingredients out of cabinets and lining them up on the counter.

"Do you know what you're looking for?" I asked him, "Is there a recipe or something?"

"Yeah. Um...I took a baking class one year because I didn't want to take physics. I was actually pretty good," Flynn admitted sheepishly, "Anyway I know a recipe yeah," he answered my initial question.

"Wait, you can cook?" I asked amazed. I couldn't even cook.

"I can bake," Flynn clarified, "Cook, like actual dinner food, not so much, but baking...yeah I can bake."

He looked over at me and I grinned up at him. He looked so flustered and embarrassed that he knew how to bake a cake it was so cute.

"Just tell me what to do and I'll help," I promised.

"I thought the last time you baked a cake you and Vince didn't mix it up enough?" Flynn taunted me.

"Wait you remember that? You were listening?" I was shocked. He had listened to my rant to Vince.

"Of course!" Flynn replied like I was crazy, "I thought you were about to break my heart babe."

I pressed my lips together and shook my head at him, "I would never," I promised him.

"You better not," Flynn warned me. He set aside the flour he had dug out of a cabinet and pressed my back against the counter. His hands held me in place and the bandana that was holding his hair back brushed against my forehead as he leaned closer.

"Okay! Aunt Jennie still in the room!" Aunt Jennie's voice called and I instantly felt my cheeks redden in embarrassment as I pushed Flynn away from me.

"Sorry," I choked out as I tried to hide my laughter.

"Later," Flynn whispered to me just like he had been doing all night.

"So cake!" I changed the subject and walked over to the side of the counter with all of the ingredients scattered about.

"First we need some mixing bowls, can you find those?" Flynn asked me politely.