|| sequel to " to the finish line || ollie bearman" ||
angel and ollie have a perfect relationship, or at least had. when a photo appears online, their relationship ends, and the two f1 rookies split their separate ways.
angel has to survive her fir...
once we arrive back at paul's house, i head straight upstairs to change into something comfier and warmer whilst paul did the same.
(outfit below)
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once i was changed, i head down to the kitchen to see paul sorting out the groceries we had just gone to get.
"bad news, the eggs cracked." he says, once he notices me.
"oh."
"good news, i already had eggs."
"well why didn't you start with that then?" i ask, whilst grabbing the bowl and spoon.
"i'm not sure." he replies, whilst turning the oven on.
"okay chef, what first?" he says.
"i need scales and a baking tray." i say, whilst moving the ingredients as paul gets the scales.
i start to weigh out the ingredients and put them into the bowl, paul coming back over after getting the tray. to tell the truth, i make the cookies whilst paul sat on the counter talking.
after we put the cookies into the oven, and i had the best idea ever. i pick up some of the flour in my hand secretly.
"you have something in your hair." i lie, moving my hand up to his hair before dropping the flour and rubbing it all over.
"that's for pulling me down earlier." i say, laughing at him as he reaches his hand into the flour and i start running away from him
"i don't even have any flour why are you running?" he says, and as stupid as i was i stop running and turn to him.
as soon as i turn around, i was greeted with flour thrown in my face and paul laughing.
"paul!" i shout, before grabbing more flour and throwing it at him.
we throw flour back and forth for a good 5 minutes, before we stop and look at each other and laugh, before looking at his formerly clean kitchen covered in flour splotches.
"i think we might need to clean up now." i say, looking at paul.
"yeah maybe." he replies, laughing.
we start to clean up, and thankfully it didn't end up taking too long. i guess talking to each other made time fly by, until i begin to smell something.
"do you smell that?" i ask, once we finish cleaning up.
"shit somethings burning." he says, sniffing the air.
"the cookies." we both say at the same time.
paul quickly takes the cookies out of the oven and placing them on top before turning the oven off. the cookies were pure black, i guess we forgot about them whilst cleaning.
"no cookies tonight then." i say, standing beside him.
"well i already have cookies in the cupboard." he says, laughing.
