Tennis ball is in love with golfball and she feels the same but she struggles to express emotions, so they treat their relationship like a science experiment.
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It was two weeks since football left. Golfball was talking to him on the phone when she noticed a date circled on the calendar "today is tennis ball's birthday" she said flatly. "No I have a gift figured out already, I upgraded his wall teleportor to work on thicker walls as a surprise.........you think I should what!?" Asked a surprised golfball.
Football had recommended golfball make tennis ball's favorite meal with fresh ingredients. Golfball had never cooked (a real meal) before, her and her father survived by takeout and ramen noodles, and whenever it was up to her to plan their dates she stuck to finger sandwiches and takeout meals. She owned a stove, (since she decided to move down to the lab tennis ball talked her into building a kitchen) but it was the most dust covered item she owned.
She wrapped TB's present and got to work on the meal (baked chicken, fried potatoes, and peas). She started seasoning the potatoes and chicken and threw the chicken in the oven. She began pulling out the items for a picnic when she smelled smoke.
She quickly turned around to see that the stove, the potatoes, and somehow the peas (which were only on low) had all caught fire! She ran to search for a fire extinguisher.
Five minutes earlier
Tennis ball was talking to pen "happy birthday TB!" pen said joyfully while handling him a present "thanks pen" tennis ball said while opening the gift (it was a new tool box). "Any plans for your birthday?" pen asked "nothing special, golfie and I are probably just going to hang out." "Her lab is on fire." eraser said bluntly. "What!" tennis ball exclaimed and ran down. "You put my name on that too right?" eraser asked pen.
Once arriving down to the lab he saw that golfball.......wasn't in her work shop so he looked around and found her in the last place he was expecting...the kitchen they put in. By the time he got there the fire was out. "Golfie are you alright!?" tennis ball asked helping her up, "yes I'm ok" she said frustrated walking over to check the food.
It was all destroyed, the chicken was ash, the potatoes were soaked in foam and the peas were (somehow) hard as a rock. "It's ok, you don't have to be a great cook" tennis ball assured her "I never learned how, my dad couldn't and anytime I showed interest he would tell me cooking is for girls who have no dreams, I thought I could just surprise you for your birthday" golfball said defeated. "I didn't know about that" "I don't like talking about my dad" golfball admitted.
The two sat together for a moment. "Why don't we celebrate tonight and tomorrow I can teach you how to cook?" Tennis ball offered, golfball chuckled "thank you but I'll be ok not knowing how." She said smiling "ok I'll cook than" tennis ball said.
"Luckily this survived" golfball said retrieving her gift for TB.
Today was Tennis ball's birthday I attempted to cook his favorite meal, but there was a mishap so we got takeout instead. I am glad to say that the night went well and tennis ball loved his gift. It is also comforting that he is ok with the fact that I don't know how to cook and find the process dull.He was also kind enough to help me clean the kitchen afterwards.
