Chase Atlantic Preferences

Baking Together-

Clinton Cave-

You weren't even halfway through mixing the batter before Clinton was already making fun of your whisking technique. "What are you doing, folding in the eggs like you're in a cooking show?" he teased, leaning against the counter with a grin. You flicked a little flour at him in retaliation, and his mock gasp was worth the mess. By the time the cupcakes went into the oven, you'd somehow gotten frosting in your hair and Clinton had streaks of flour across his cheeks. "Looks like we're both terrible bakers," he said, licking a bit of frosting off his finger before smirking, "but at least we make a good mess together."

Mitchel Cave-

Mitchel claimed he could "totally bake" but the moment he cracked an egg, the shell went straight into the bowl. You laughed so hard you almost dropped the measuring cup. "Don't just stand there—help me!" he whined, fishing the shell out while trying to keep up with your instructions. He ended up putting on music halfway through, and you both danced around the kitchen, flour dusting the air like snow. The cookies came out oddly shaped, some a little burnt, but Mitchel took one bite and declared, "Perfect. Just like the chef." You rolled your eyes, but your cheeks were warm.

Christian Anthony-

Christian was surprisingly methodical in the kitchen, measuring everything precisely and keeping things organized — in stark contrast to the flour tornado you created on your side of the counter. "You're chaotic, I like it," he said with a laugh, sliding a bowl toward you so you could mix the batter. At one point, you accidentally got frosting on your cheek, and before you could wipe it, Christian leaned in and swiped it away with his thumb. "Can't waste good frosting," he teased. Baking with him felt easy, safe — like the kitchen was its own little calm after the chaos of everything else.

Jesse Boyle-

You told Jesse you wanted to make brownies, and he instantly offered to help — mostly because he knew your brothers would panic at the thought of you handling the oven alone. You both ended up in a playful battle over who could stir the batter better, leading to a slow-motion disaster of cocoa powder spilling everywhere. "We're dead if they see this," Jesse laughed, trying to wipe the counters while you covered the evidence with the mixing bowl. When the brownies were finally done, you cut them in perfect squares and split the first one in half. "Partners in crime," he said, holding up his piece for a toast.

Patrick Wilde-

Patrick had the attention span of a five-year-old when it came to baking. One moment he was measuring flour, the next he was leaning against the counter telling you about the newest song he'd been working on. You kept pulling him back on track, though not without a few laughs. At one point, he came up behind you to "help" stir, his arms bracketing yours, his breath warm on your neck. "See, teamwork," he murmured, not realizing how much it made your heart race. By the end, you were both leaning against the counter, eating warm cookies straight from the tray. You told yourself it was just friendly... but part of you wished it wasn't.