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You Bake Together #1

I have many ideas for baking ones. Here's just one for Dan Howell. It's not my favourite but it's still worth a reading!!! Follow me for more!!

Dan, a guy I had a crush on, agreed to coming over to my place to bake a pie. I was so ecstatic in waiting for him to arrive as I couldn't wait to spend time with him. We've been good friends for about three years but recently I've started to have feelings for him, I've probably been harbouring my love for him since we started this friendship. I want to tell him how I feel, but I'm afraid it'll shock him and he won't talk to me anymore since I don't think he feels the same way.
Through the window, I saw a tall figure wearing a grey hoodie approaching my door, followed by the much anticipated ringing of the doorbell. I rushed to the door, my heart pumping with feverishness.
"Why hello hello, (Y/N)!" said the hoodie wearing, fringe bearing, tall figure. His brown eyes, big and illuminated, made my blood rush through my veins.
"Hey there, Dan! Ready to start?"
"I was born ready."
We entered the kitchen that had an outline of counter tops surrounding a bigger, square shaped centralised one. The marble square shaped island in the middle had been covered in bowls and whisks and ingredients that Dan and I placed.
After a few hours, we finished baking. The counter tops, in the middle and surrounding the kitchen, now had dozens of pies lined up, along with ingredients and left over batter.
"Why did we make so many pies, Dan?" I looked at him sitting across the counter, resting my face on my hands.
"I don't know," he smirked.
I was confused. Why did he seem so suspicious?
"Hey, (Y/N)?" Dan asked.
"Yeah?"

"Would you come and smell this pie for me? It has such a unique fragrance to it," he motioned for me to go over to him.
I groaned, leaving my comfortable position to walk over to the other side of the counter towards Dan as he held out the pie for me to smell, looking at it thoughtfully. I bent down to smell it, thinking about how strange Dan was acting, when suddenly..
SPLAT!
Dan smashed the pie into my face and glided up my face and to the top of my head. The crust was covered with a thick layer of whipped cream and, to make matters worse, that playful idiot Dan pressed it hard into my hair, causing the thick cream to cascade down my locks, shoulders and drip onto my hands. While I was paralysed with my vision lost behind my mask of cream, crust filling by Dan doing such a shocking thing, I heard him trying to contain his laughter.
"You... look.. so.."
I wiped the cream away from my eyes and replied sardonically through gritted teeth.
"What do I look like? Huh, Dan?"
He burst out into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, pointing at my humorous state. I glared at him. He settled down and appeared solemn.
"Nothing, there's just.. There's a little something on your face." He took his finger and slid it across my cheek, removing a spot of whipped cream. He put it in his mouth and continued, his act of dourness vanishing, "Mmm. Tastes like strawberry!"
"It's on, Howell." I looked to my revenge.
"What do you m-" He was interrupted with a pie smashed in his face, and I grabbed another and smashed it on his head.
"Now you have a hat, dear!"
Dan was still stunned by my retaliation. He removed the trays off himself and wiped away the pie, revealing mischievous eyes. "So, that's how you wanna play?" He took off his jacket swiftly and threw it on the floor. He started towards me and I ran away from him, picking up ammunition in the form of eggs, flour, more pies, while he did the same. I threw a few pies at him, he threw a few at me. We ended up destroying the kitchen and ourselves, leaving us with one pie remaining. Sadly, Dan was in possession of it. He paced menacingly towards me.
"One. Pie. Left. What do you suggest I do with it?" He smirked, playing with the pie in his hand.
"Please, Dan." I winced.
He took a few steps forward. I stepped away from him until he backed me into a corner. He closed the gap between us, one hand holding the pie and the other blocking me from making an escape. He looked at me balefully, a sinister grin materialising on his face. His deep dark eyes looked down on me. I closed my eyes, grimacing and awaiting my retribution.
The antagonistic look faded and he lay the pie on the edge of the counter with his eyes sparkling.
"I can't bear to put you through that anymore. You look horrible." Dan laughed.
"Thanks, you too." I said flatly and laughed as well.
Our eyes locked for a moment. He put his soft hands on my cheek and pulled me in for a kiss. He was caught in the moment. His hands were travelling up my pie stained hair. I couldn't believe it, he kissed me! The moment I've longed for! I could've continued kissing him, but I just had to take advantage of the situation. This was my chance.
"Bad move, Howell."
I took the pie and slammed it into his face while he was caught off guard by my mesmerising kiss. The crust slid off his face revealing an expression of Dan's that seemed to be in mid gasp.
"You.. did not.. just do that." Dan said after spitting out the pie.
"Oh, yes I did. Howell, looks like I win." I sniggered.
My short lived victory was ended by him swiftly taking a nearby egg and smashing it into my head. I cringed as he rubbed it into my hair, spreading the yolk around and trickle down my face.
"Think again! Looks like we're tied now." Dan laughed.
"This is not over!" I exclaimed. He threw a handful of flour in my face. I started tickling him and he collapsed to the ground in a fit of giggles, bringing me down with him. The impact of our landing shook the counter near us and with that, a carton of eggs fell over the table and pelted our heads. When the egg storm was over, we both looked at each other and the sight we were in. We were a heaping pile of egg covered, whipped cream messes. We immediately burst out laughing.
"Look at you! You look ridiculous!" Dan pointed.
"I can say the same for you!"
"Hey, don't make fun of me. I look great!" He said in mock offence. He began tickling me, pinning me to the floor. He was on top of me while both of his hand were beside my shoulders. Our eyes met and we stared intensely at each other. We started making out again, but Dan pulled apart to speak.
"You know, I've never had the guts to say this, but I really like you, and I have liked you ever since we became friends. Look at all the crazy stuff we do together!"
I agreed with him by sealing it with a kiss. All of a sudden, the bag of flour tipped over the counter and rained onto us. We were given a good white dusting. We laughed at how ridiculous we both looked and continued to kiss. It was a good day for us.

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