Mia and Bella agreed to be on frosting duty, while Jessy and Dylan made the brownies, and Vincent and I made the cookies.
"Vincent, can you get me the flour?" I sweetly asked, batting my eyelashes at him.
The chocolate brown-haired boy gingerly smiled and nodded his head in acknowledgment. I watched him deliberately as he grabbed the bag and took a large handful of its contents.
Before I could protest, Vincent swiftly blew the soft powder out of his palm and all over my face, covering me in flour. My eyes drifted up to look at him, with a mixture of aggression and irritation. In response, an innocent grin slid onto his face as he quickly backed away from me.
I wiped the soft, white powder off my face, grabbing a handful of my own flour, tossing it at Vincent, causing a loud snicker to escape my mouth.
"Karma's a bitch my guy!" I shouted at Vincent as Jessy and Dylan strolled back into the kitchen.
"What the fu...wha--what happened in here!" Dylan exclaimed.
"Well if you must know Dylan...Vincent started a war!"
I grabbed another large handful of the flour and lobbed it at Dylan. To his luck, he sidestepped, only slightly getting murked by the flour.
"Oh it's on!" Dylan recklessly bolted for the bag of flour, only to get savagely body-checked by Bella as she grabbed the bag and cautiously pulled it to her chest.
The tiny blonde girl slowly backed up with the bag tightly clutched to her chest.
"Stay back! Stay back unless you want to get floured!"
"Bella, babes, put the bag down..." I said, approaching her carefully as if a wounded animal, my hands up to show her my obedience.
"Jesus guys put the flour down! We were not starting a flour war...what were you? Five?" Irritated, Jessy stormed over to Bella, snatching the bag from her hands with a slight bit of force.
Unexpectedly, Jessy screamed, "Haha, sike!" and swiftly turned around, launching a giant handful of flour directly into Dylan's face.
"You--" Dylan's words were quickly cut short by another handful of the fluffy powder to his face. "Jessy!!"
Vincent immediately cut across the kitchen like the star football player he is, tackling Jessy to the floor with a loud thud.
He assertively snagged the bag of flour from her tight grip, stumbling backward away from her.
"Okay, Okay!!! Can we call this a truce?" Mia blurted out, waving her hands at all of us in a vain attempt to grab our attention.
"Why? Cause you're a little bitch?" Jessy teased.
After about twenty minutes of us brutally fighting for the much sought-after bag of flour, we managed to coat almost every surface in Dylan's kitchen. It looked like a snowstorm hit hard, taking the kitchen and all of us as victims.
Vincent and I sneakily crouched behind the island that lay dead in the middle of the kitchen, while Bella and Jessy sat hunched against the fridge like fallen soldiers. Dylan and Mia had teamed up and were currently stationed behind their makeshift forts of bar stools.
Out of breath, Jessy protested for a truce, putting her hands in the air as a sign of surrender.
"I would have to agree with Jessy here and say we made a truce!" Dylan added, poking his head slightly out of his fort to look around at the mess. "But losers clean up the kitchen!"
"Hey, that's no fair!" Bella fussed. "We clearly lost you asshole!"
"All's fair in love and war!" Mia shouted from the comforts of her protective fort.
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The Perfect Witness
Mistério / SuspenseWelcome to Shadow Hill, Where your dreams turn to nightmares, And your nightmares become reality. At sixteen, Ivy thought her life was perfect-until everything fell apart. Her world was shattered when her dad's dark secrets came to light. His deat...
