BrandontheLover one shots

What the hell happened in the kitchen?!

Word count: 831

Last updated: 09-02-2023

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'Oh my GOD! BRANDON!' You yell. You put your bag down on the kitchen table and look around you, in shock. The kitchen table is the cleanest place around, and it is not even clean. There is a stack of dishes and some liquid? You don't even know what to say or do. You want to sit down on a chair to take everything in, but since everything is so dirty you are afraid of what is gonna end up on your pants. Brandon walks out, an apron tied around his waist. Correction: a dirty apron. Maybe flour? Maye another powder, among other things. He looks about as bad as the kitchen... 'What!?' he asks you. He usually has no problem with making eye contact with you, but now it looks like he has some trouble to look you in the eye after you yelled. 'The fuck happened to my kitchen?! I am away for like three hours and this is what you do to my shit?' you yell out, still shocked that is has become such in a mess in the span of a few hours. 'I can explain, ok. It -' Brandon starts but is unable to finish his sentence because he gets interrupted. 'You better hurry with that explanation!'

'Hey,' he says. He puts his hands up in defence. 'I was just trying to make lunch for my wonderful girlfriend.' You roll your eyes, not in the mood for his sappy comments. Your arms are crossed over your chest, waiting for a good explanation to leave Brandon's mouth. 'What's for lunch? A half burned down kitchen and a 2-hour cleaning session?! Fuck...' He tries to pout, which does not look anywhere near a pout. 'I'm sorry! I really did try...' he tells you. He does look a little disappointed, but you don't have it in your right now to feel bad for him. He has made the worst mess ever, and you are not about to stay in the kitchen and help him clean it up. Your day has been long and horrible enough. 'Gods, this is why I said you need supervision when you're cooking. This is a nightmare...' you tell him. You rub your eyes. There is still a little bit of hope that when you open your eyes the mess will be gone. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. You really should leave and sit on the couch, anything is better than staying in the kitchen, honestly. 

'I have something though?' Brandon tries. He hopes he can make you feel a little bit better. The past few minutes he had to watch your face change from shocked to genuinely disappointed to frustrated in a few seconds. You sigh. Maybe you should just try it, it would make Brandon feel a little bit better about himself and you would be able to leave the kitchen sooner. 'Is it edible?' you ask. 'It's not poisonous at least, I had some and it was ok,' he replies. 'Good to know, but it does not really make me feel any better right now. What is it?' you ask him, a sigh escaping your mouth right after. Brandon turns around, grabs a plate (which looks surprisingly clean compared to the rest of the things around it), and hands it to you. 'Toast with jelly,' he says. He tries to keep a smile on his face while showing you. You stare at the plate for a good minute, mouth slightly opened. At first you didn't know what to say. 'You spend three hours on toast and half the kitchen looks like a battlefield? Please explain how that could have possibly happened...' 

Since you are not grabbing the plate from his hands he places it down on the table next to you. 'Well,' he starts, 'I was trying to make something else. Like cook an egg, that didn't work. Then i was like, oh, maybe she would like some cookies, they burned in the oven because I forgot i was baking them... And then I tried to make toast but the toaster didn't seem to work so I turned it up higher and then I burned like 4 pieces of bread. After that I realised I had to turn it down a little bit and voila! Toast,' he rambles. 'I have so many questions... Just, give me the toast, I am hungry. And I hope you know that you are going to be the one to clean this up and I am not doing shit. We are ordering food tonight because I don't think I can do this again...' you tell him. You ge the plate from the counter, grab your phone from your bag and make your way over to the living room so you can sit down somewhere in peace where you don't see the complete mess that is your kitchen. Brandon better hurry up and clean up or he is sleeping in the spare bedroom tonight. 'Ah, yes, ordering in, good idea,' Brandon mumbles.