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𝑳𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒄 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 make pizza if their lives depended on it.
It was late evening in the McCall house which was where Isaac had been living as Derek had kicked him out for a reason Lizzie had labelled as 'One of Der-Bear's mood swings'.
So, in order to express his gratitude towards Melissa McCall for letting him stay, Isaac had employed the only person he knew that could bake.
Rookie mistake.
Yes, Elizabeth Brown could bake. No, not when it was late at night and she and her boyfriend had a severe case of the giggles.
Half the pizza ingredients lay in sad little heaps along the floor and they hadn't even made it as far as the dough, let alone the toppings.
"Stop looking at me." Isaac stifled out, attempting to weigh out the flour as he had been doing for the past half hour.
"I'm sorry!" Lizzie exclaimed happily, turning her head to stare directly into the wall.
That only seemed to make things worse for Isaac as he stopped what he was doing to brace himself against the counter, laughter rolling through him.
"I'll weigh it out." Lizzie suggested, sliding in front of the boy. Before she could pick up where he left off, a pair of arms slid around her waist and she was lifted off the ground.
"We tried that, your hands are too shaky."
Lizzie squirmed in Isaac's grip, prompting him to only lift her higher in the air. She yelped, flailing her legs as she giggled.
Isaac grinned at her, bending to pepper kisses down the crook of her neck. Lizzie laughed louder.
"Tickles," She gasped through her guffaws, "Hey!"
In all the fun, the pair seemed to forget their spacial awareness, evident in the way they fell backwards, knocking the rest of the cheese on the floor.
Isaac sighed, picking himself and Lizzie up, dusting her off, "I'll go tell Scott we're not having Pizza anymore. Maybe we can order something else before Mrs McCall gets back."
Lizzie was then left alone in the kitchen. Another mistake.
She glanced around at the mess made and set herself on cleaning it up. She picked up as much as she could from the floor and cleaned the counters.
Upon putting the bag of flour away, her hard work was ruined. Somehow, a cloud flew out the top of the paper bag straight into Lizzie's face.
"Awe man," This pixie grumbled to herself just as her boyfriend and best friend reentered the kitchen.
