Jug and Finesse

Cadillac

 Shantii

When I woke up, I smelled something burning. I unraveled myself from Jaylon's arms and walked into the kitchen, the burning's source. Quinn had a smoking pan on the stove while he tried to throw water on it, causing the flames to  grow bigger, instead of defusing it.

I grabbed the safety fire extinguisher underneath the cabinet and sprayed the whole stove down until nothing was left but ash and foam. "Really Quinn?" I asked, turning to him. "I tried to make breakfast," he scratched the back of his head.

"Uh huh," I climbed on top of a chair to shut the alarm system off before it started ringing and almost slipped. "Damn, Shantii you gotta grow," he lifted me up so I could get it. "Don't get smacked," I shut it off and he let me down.

"Yes ma'am," he sat down. "What were you trying to cook anyway?" I looked inside the burnt pot, whatever he tried to make was now unidentifiable. I moved the charred bits around a little before throwing the whole pot out. With no help, I cleaned the stove from the ashes and foam.

"No, Quinn, stay seated. I don't need any help cleaning up your mess," I rolled my eyes. He mumbled something under his breath and started cleaning the floor where the foam landed. By the time the kitchen was spotless, we were hungry.

I grabbed some eggs, bacon, pancakes mix, hashbrows, honey biscuit dough and cheese from the fridge and laid them on the counter. Quinn started pulling down bowls and spoons and a whisk. I looked over to him, "I know you're not trying to cook after what just went down," I raised an eyebrow.

"Man, shut yo little ass up and teach me how to. I wanted to surprise Keshina," he huffed. "I'm sure there's a nicer way to ask," I crossed my arms. "Rashantii, can you please teach me how to cook?" he rephrased.

"That's more like it, grab a bowl and a measuring cup and some butter. We're making pancakes first," I explained. He did as told. I showed him how to measure the batter correctly and how to pour it into the pan so it wouldn't be too big or too little.

When there were enough pancakes for everyone, we moved on to the bacon. "I know how to cook bacon," he moved me to the side and begin trying to fix it. "Oh? Do you now," I slid to the side and watched.

When I say this boy burned everything, I mean everything. Not a single piece of bacon was salvaged, not a sliver. "I thought you had it?" I asked, spraying down the stove again with the fire extinguisher. 

"Fuck you," he laughed. "I'm just saying, for future references, if you ever want to surprise her again with breakfast, maybe take out would be best. Because this.." I trailed off.

"Aight aight, get off me, I know I can't cook. I try," he leaned on the counter. "Define try," I pffted under my breath. Within a split second, something cold ran down the back of my head. "Ja-fucking-Quinn, I know you did not just throw an egg in my hair," I stiffened up and felt the back of my hair.

"I d-" he started and got cut off by an egg landing on his nose. "Yoo, you wilding! That could've been my eye!" he jumped back. "Boy bye, maybe you shouldn't have thrown an egg at me," I rolled my eyes.

"Fuck that," he grabbed some ketchup out the fridge and squirted it all down my body, getting some on the counters and all over the stove. "Ja'Quinn!" I screamed, covering my face.

"That's my name," he smirked, thus starting a food fight. I grabbed everything my hands would reach and threw it at him, not caring where it hit him. He showed no mercy on dunking sauces over my head and on my clothes. "Shantii damn, okay I quit!" he raised his hands in surrender when I came at him with flour.

"Oh okay," I turned, triumphantly and returned the flour before feeling a sticky sauce float down my back. That was it.

 I jumped on him and tackled him to the floor before beat boxing his head against the tiles. "Say sorry," I bent his arm back into bone breaking territory. "Aight you got it, damn," he gave in. I got off of him and smirked.