What started with a random number (BXB) (GAY)

Stop, drop, and roll.

Red looked skeptical at first as he stepped back from the fridge, turning his attention to Emory.
"Oh, are you now?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yeah, I cook every day," Emory responded, knowing damn well the last time he cooked was two years ago in his dad's house. Spoiler alert, his dad banned him from ever cooking anything in his house again.
"Go for it then," Red muttered before sitting down on one of the stools that was at the island.
"You like pancakes?"
"Yeah,"
"Good,"

Emory took out his phone and pulled up a recipe, reading the first step over.
"I'm starting to doubt you if you need to use your phone to make pancakes," Red said, leaning forward onto the island.
"Shut up, it's just... shut up," Emory responded, glancing up. He took a bowl out and added flour, sugar, salt, and baking powder to it.
"Make a well? The fuck?" Emory muttered to himself before moving the ingredients out of the center to make what he thought a 'well' would be. After pouring milk and an egg into said well, he paused.
"It says add oil. What oil?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at Red who pinched the bridge of his nose, annoyed.
"Vegetable oil, if you're a 'good cook', you should fucking know this," Emory scoffed in response before putting vegetable oil in the bowl.

After around ten minutes, Emory had the pan full of pancakes over the stove. The instructions said to put it on 'medium heat', but Emory didn't know what that meant, so he just guessed. He was not about to ask Red for more help. He cranked the heat up to 500 degrees Fahrenheit and turned away, walking over to the island. He propped his elbow up on the island and put his chin in his palm, staring at Red.
"See, It's going great," Emory said, grinning as he paid no attention to the stove behind him.
"Emory, what temperature did you set the stove to?"
"Medium heat?"
"What do you think 'medium heat' is?"
"Like... 500?" An expression of confusion crossed over Emory's face as Red turned his head away in annoyance and shock.
"Emory, darling, medium heat is 300 to 400. You're going to burn the pancakes," Red explained, facing Emory once more. Emory just shrugged before looking over his shoulder at the stove.
"They'll be fine," He responded, turning his attention to Red.
"Emory, the pancakes are fucking smoking."

Emory spun around to look at the stove, and to his surprise, the pancakes were in fact smoking.
"What the fuck!" Emory yelled as he stared at the pancakes. "Oh shit! It's on fire!" He a cup of water and went to throw the water on fire before Red smacked the cup out of his hand.
"Don't put water on it, the fire will fucking swell!"
"Then you do something!" Red then reached over and turned the stove off, putting a pot lid over the pan, capturing the fire inside for the time being.
"Do you have a fire extinguisher?" Red asked, glancing at Emory.
"Y-yeah, uhm, in the top cabinet," Emory responded, stepping out of the way. Red opened the cabinet and took the fire extinguisher out, removing the pin at the top of it before taking the lid off of the pan and aiming the fire extinguisher at the flames, squeezing the handles together.

The fire was out within three minutes, the pancakes burnt pure black.
"You think they're still edible?" Emory asked, looking down at them as he took the pan off the stove and placed it on the counter.
"Are you joking?" Red responded, placing the fire extinguisher on the ground.
"I mean..." Emory started, grabbing a pancake from the pan, and staring at it. "It could taste good, you never know."
"It's not going to fucking 'taste good', Emory," Red replied, yanking the pancake out of Emory's hand.
"Whatever, what time is it?" Emory asked, throwing the remaining pancake in the trash.
"5:45," Red started before turning his attention to the fridge. "I'll make breakfast since you obviously can't."
"Wow, okay," Emory muttered, rolling his eyes as he leaned against the island, watching as Red opened the fridge.
"I can make eggs, toast, and bacon?"
"Yeah, that'll be fine," Emory responded, still annoyed with the outcome of his pancakes.

Red finished making the food at 6:15, they sat side by side at the island as they ate.
"My food would've been better," Emory muttered, glancing sideways at Red.
"Keep telling yourself that," Red grinned as he continued eating, amused by Emory's comment.

After they finished eating, it was 6:40, 10 minutes later than Red originally wanted to leave.
"You took so fucking long," Red grumbled as he walked out the door, heading to the car. Emory followed behind him, putting his head up and his hands in his pockets.

As they reached the car, Emory noticed that it wasn't the usual black SUV, there was a white Chevrolet Corvette Stingray.
"Woah, this is a much better car. Where'd the other one go though?" Emory asked as he stepped into the car, looking around the interior. The seats were black leather.
"My SUV is getting fixed. Also, don't insult my cars," Red responded, starting the car.
"I'll do as I please," Emory muttered, slouching down as he looked out the window.
"No, you won't, you'll do what I say," Red stated as he pulled out of the parking lot.
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AUTHORS NOTE:
Fun fact: One time I put a flammable plate in the microwave and it caught on fire. I was trying to heat some cookies up, by the way. After I took the plate out, I thought the cookies would be fine to eat, so I took a bite. Let's just say the taste lingered in my mouth for the rest of the day.

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