"Yo, Sugar Lips, you in here?" The maroon haired American said as he walked in to the house. A few weeks ago you had moved into the two brother's house since you were kicked out of you apartment for not paying rent and had nowhere to go. Thankfully they would never let you live in the streets so they let you live with them in the mean time. It was actually fun to live with them, apart from the fact that they wanted to murder each other daily.
"First of all, I'm in the kitchen, Second, dont call me Sugar Lips" you said as you continued mixing cupcake batter..
"Hey hey" Allen said from the doorway.
"What do you want, Allen?" You said.
"Just wanted to see what you guys were making!"
"Something delicious" Oliver said as he turned around and his face was covered in some red substance.
"OLIVER, WHAT DID YOU USE IN THOSE CUPCAKES? BLOOD AND GORE?" Allen said, utterly horrified.
"No, its Red Velvet" Oliver said. "I havent done them with blood in a long time though" he said with a look of deep thought on his face.
"You what?" You said, letting go of your bowl backing away from the strawberry blonde male.
"I'm kidding" Oliver said with a snicker
"Ollie, you almost gave me a heart attack, you stupid brit"
"Sorry, Poppet. I'm crazy but not that crazy" he said with a chuckle.
"Suree..." Allen said
"Did you say something, Allen?" Oliver said with an innocent smile as he jabbed a knife through a carrot, probably for a carrot cake or to just scare the living day lights out of his brother. You laughed a bit as Allen's slightly scared face. He left his brother's side in fear of murder and he rested his head on your shoulder, peaking at what you were doing.
"Whatcha making?" He said curiously.
"I swear I will turn your eyeball into a garnish for these cupcakes if you don't back off" you said with an innocent smile
"Good work" Oliver said as he passed by you go put some cupcakes in the oven.
"You've been spending too much time with Oliver" Allen said, backing away and sitting on a stool next to the counter.
"Well the poppet those prefer me over you so that makes sense" Oliver said with a smug look on his face.
"No, she doesn't" Allen said, rather annoyed by his brother's remark. "_______, who do prefer? Me or Willy Wonka over there?"
"I love you both equally" you said as you put a tray of brownies in the oven. They pouted at you and you let out a slight laugh. You grabbed a bag of flour and tried to open it but for some reason it wouldn't budge.
"Hey, Allen. Can you help me with this?" You said
"Wow, you're really weak, how can you not open a bag of flour?" Allen said while grabbing the bag of flour.
"Oh shut u-" you were cut off when Allen opened the bag abruptly and the flour shot at your face, covering you from head to toe. You stood there in silence, wiping it off. "Allen, i'm giving a three second head start to run the hell out of here before i turn you into a soufflé" You said
"But I didnt-"
"One"
"It wasn't-
"Two"
"You're really exaggerating-"
"Three"
And with that the american was no longer in sight.
