I was leaning against the side of the kitchen doorway. A smile tugged at the edges of my lips as I watched Michaela struggle to reach the top shelf in the cabinet.
"Need some help?" I asked sarcastically, staring at her as she glared my way.
"Maybe" she mumbled, turning toward me. She doesn't like to admit it when she needs help but I suppose in this case I should assist her. She's making me cookies.
I step into the kitchen and grab vanilla extract from the shelf with ease. Michaela crosses her arms and squints her eyes at me. She's so cute when she's angry.
"Thanks..." She says, gritting her teeth, then proceeds to snatch the extract out of my hand. Geez, for a girl that's shorter than me she could probably overpower me really easily.
I trail behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. I try to seem interested in what she's doing.
"Whatcha baakkiinngg?" I ask childishly, stuffing my face in her neck.
"Cookies, Rebecca, you already know that." she sighs, giving in to my affection.
"I know." I admit, turning her around and hugging her close to me. She wraps her arms around my torso and hugs me back. "Y'know, you could be a little nicer to me next time I get you stuff from the cabinet." I whisper to her softly.
"Sorry. I just like doing things for myself, you know that." Michaela responds, looking up into my eyes.
I kiss the top of her head.
"I love you, Michaela"
"I love you too, Rebecca"
(A/N) HEHEHEH HOW ABOUT THAT Hazjjakkskxksncosjxlsj I think I just made myself fangirl ;-; well then
