|Y/N P.O.V.|
I get the supplies such as eggs, milk, flour, sugar, butter, etc. Brad opens his math textbook and flips to a random page and starts to question me. "17-6x=-2x ?" Brad as me, making me think hard for a second. I am good at numbers in my head. I was cracking the eggs into the bowl but paused for a moment. Once I think of the answer I continue to crack the eggs and tell Brad my answer.
"X = 17/4, I think," I say simply and wait to hear him tell me if I am correct.
"Yes. That's it. Good job. That was kinda fast for doing it in your head." Brad compliments me. I feel a blush spread across my face but thank god I am facing away from him and toward the oven. I preheat the oven and continue mixing the ingredients in the mixing bowl. This is how it went for the rest of the time until the cake was finished. I grab the oven mittens and take the cake out of the oven then sit on the counter. I go grab (F/F) icing and decorate the cake. I hum as I do. I look over at Brad to catch him already staring at me.
"Is there something on my face?" I asked, kinda scared that I look stupid.
"Nothing but beauty." He says then shakes his head "Sorry."
"No, it's fine. Thank you." I replied with a small blush. Man, he does things to me without trying to.
|Brad's P.O.V.|
Why did I say that? That was so wrong of me to say. But at the same time, I couldn't help myself. What is wrong with me? Just look at her while she works on the cake. She looks like a goddess. Everything about here is great. Now that I think about it, I did feel like this when I did love Britney. This is much more than how I felt back then. I just now realize I am staring again. I quickly look away before she can catch me again. The cake smells really nice. I wonder if she bakes cakes often. She seems like a great baker. Though, I have never seen her bake or even talk about baking. She even slices the cake in straight lines. She must have done this before. I only snap out of my thoughts when I hear Y/N voice. "Huh, what did you say?" I asked while looking in her pretty (E/C) eyes.
"I said, do you want to try the first slice?" She repeated. I nod. "Yes please. I bet it is as amazing as-" I cut myself off. I was about to say that to her, right? I shouldn't. Well, not yet. "A-as it smells. Yeah, that's it." I stutter out. Good job, brad. She hands me a plate with a slice of cake and a fork. I take the fork and slice the cake. I take a bite and my eyes light up.
|Y/N P.O.V|
I handed him a slice of cake. And it seems his eyes lit up and he took another bite. I guess he likes it. "Is it good?" I ask with a giggle. All he does is nod and continue to eat. I take a bite of the cake myself. What he doesn't know is, I worked harder on this cake than I even have before. I would do anything for him. Well, not anything but my point still stands. "So, why aren't you at Britney's house? I heard your phone go off so many times but you don't even look. Either you are more popular than I thought or you are ignoring someone. Most likely, Britney. Am I right?" I looked up at him after my rant. He had stopped eating and looked at me like I had explained his whole life.
"Uh. Yes, I am ignoring her. She has been bothering me a lot. I know I am her boyfriend but I still get tired of her. I guess I came here because you understand me." He explain with a soft smile. I just look at him and smile back. He has me wrapped around his finger without knowing. I was just about to say something back before we heard the doorbell. Who could be at the door?
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| a dying rose |
General Fictiony/n has had a problem with sickness. She coughs up flowers and blood. When it first started, it just pedals but it seems to be getting worse. Even with that, she puts on a smile for Brad, her best friend whom she has a crush on. Only one problem. He...
