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Third Person POV.
Stiles had been helping you in U.S. History lately so you had invited your best friend over, planning to cook him dinner to thank him.
Of course, that idea had seemed like a much better one in your head. Now, here you were, standing in the middle of your kitchen with ingredients and half-made dishes all over your kitchen counters.
"Oh, what happened in here?" You look up at Stiles just in time to see him laughing, his eyes wide as he takes in the complete and utter chaos surrounding you.
"Don't laugh at me!" You pout over at Stiles.
"I wanted to do something nice for you since you've been helping me in school so much!" You resist from stomping your foot and making yourself look like a total child.
"Y/N, did you forget that you absolutely cannot cook?" Stiles asks while walking around the kitchen island and dips his finger into the mashed potatoes you had attempted to make.
"Oh wow!" Stiles shutters before shaking his head, his eyes even wider now.
"What?" You ask him, your shoulders falling in defeat.
"Way too much salt." Stiles tells you while shaking his hand, letting the remainder of the food fling off his finger.
As Stiles is waving his hand around, a little bit of the potatoes flings forward and lands on your cheek.
You gasp at the surprise, your mouth falling open in a weird, wide smile.
"Stiles!" You screech at him.
"Sorry, but..." Stiles pulls his hand back and grins over at you.
"...You kinda look cute with mashed potatoes on your face, though." He shrugs his shoulders, dipping his fingers into the bowl again.
When Stiles starts lifting his hand towards your face, you cringe away from him, lifting your hands up to try and stop him.
"Stiles, don't you dare!" You tell him while jumping around the corner of the counter.
"What if I do?" Stiles challenges you before jumping forward.
He easily grabs you, wrapping one arm around your waist as he brings the other hand closer to your face.
You turn away at the last second, and Stiles ends up mashing the potatoes into your hair.
You let out a gleeful scream as you turn his Stiles's hold.
"You are so on!" You shake your head while grabbing at the closest bowl to you, reaching your hand in, and splatting it in Stiles's face.
