But who needs time? || pepsicola fanfic

Pranks and cartoons.

You mentally screwed John, but in reality, you're making eggs and bacon. You and John had something there until: "OOOOOO! I'm hungry!" You mumble under your breath; dropping some bacon in a pan. Grease flys upward and splashes you in the eye. "FUUUUUCK!" You scream in pain, taking a few steps back. John came running out of the room in only his boxers just in time for you to slip on some grease and hit the pan with your elbow. A mixture of pig and chicken fetus flys across the room, mostly cloaking your face, the floor, or the cabinets. John looked concerned at first, only to burst out laughing. You reach your egg coated hand upward and John gladly takes it. Jokes on him. You pull with all your force and he falls on top of you. "Ha." You yell as he just sulks on the breakfast littered floor. "Not cool man." He mutters. "Not cool? I'll tell you what's not cool! That half assed make out session this morning!" You jokingly yell. "I-I'm sorry." he whimpers looking at his feet and covering his eyes. "Stop trying to fool me April fools is over dingus!" You say turning around and grabbing a rag, proceeding to clean up. He continued to sob and you've had enough. "John! J-John Egbert I swear if you're- if you- I- ... I AM SO SORRY BABE!" Your voice began to raise. You pulled one hand away from his face, only to be greeted with a toothy grin. "Fooled ya." He giggles, grabbing your hand and the back of your head pulling you in for a kiss. You pull the rag around to his back, and pop his ass with it. He yelled and ran away blushing. "Yeah, this is why I don't cook!" You shout after him. He slammed the door, only to open it again. "Ya coming?" You began to walk towards the room and he slammed the door in your face. "Go take a shower you smell like pig!" He yells through the door. You can hear him plop on the bed and turn on cartoons. "Love you too." You mumble walking to the supply closet, grabbing a mop.