Stars in the Stream

Episode 2: Cooking Disaster Bella hadid

Episode 2: Cooking Disaster

The stream kicks off with a bright view of Y/N's pristine kitchen-pristine for now. Y/N stands in the center, wearing an apron that reads "Chaos Chef," already a harbinger of the culinary adventure to come. She adjusts the camera, ensuring her viewers get the best angle, and flashes a mischievous grin.

"Alright, chat," Y/N announces, clapping her flour-dusted hands. "Today, we're diving into dangerous territory: cooking. But don't worry, I'm not alone. I have... reinforcement?" She glances toward the kitchen doorway, where Bella Hadid, in sweats and a messy bun, leans casually against the frame.

"Surprise!" Bella exclaims, winking at the camera.

The chat immediately erupts:
"BELLA'S HERE!!!"
"OH NO, THE HOUSE IS DOOMED."
"Y/N + BELLA = CHAOS."

Y/N points a wooden spoon at the screen. "Chat, I know what you're thinking. But let me clarify. Bella isn't here to cook. She's here to... what, provide moral support?"

Bella laughs, tying her apron. "I'm here to supervise. Or, you know, make sure you don't burn the house down."

Y/N rolls her eyes, setting out ingredients for pancakes. "Bella, let's be honest. I'm the cook. You're just... here to keep me on my toes."

"Rude!" Bella protests, grabbing a whisk. "I can cook. Sort of."

Y/N raises an eyebrow. "Chat, let's rewind to our infamous 'spaghetti incident.' Remember that, Bella?"

Bella groans. "It was one time!"

Y/N turns to the camera, smirking. "She boiled the noodles... and forgot to drain them. Just poured the sauce right into the pot. Soup spaghetti."

The chat explodes:
"BELLA, NOOOOO."
"SPAGHETTI SOUP???"
"ICONIC FAILURE."

Bella shrugs, unbothered. "Still tasted good."

Y/N laughs. "Alright, enough roasting. Let's cook." She starts cracking eggs expertly, but one slips through her fingers, splattering on the counter.

"Strong start," Bella teases.

"Cooking is messy, okay?" Y/N retorts, grabbing a cloth. "At least I know what I'm doing."

Bella grins, pouring flour into the bowl-too much flour. A cloud of white puffs into the air. She coughs, waving her hands. "Oops."

Y/N glares playfully. "Bella, you've just created a flour storm."

"Atmosphere," Bella jokes.

Y/N shakes her head, wiping flour off her face. "Chat, this is why we don't let Bella near the kitchen. She's the reason I have to deep clean this place every week."

Bella pouts. "I'm helping!"

"Helping me lose my mind," Y/N mutters.

The chat is loving every second:
"BELLA'S COOKING SKILLS = -100."
"Y/N IS CARRYING."
"THIS IS THE BEST STREAM EVER."

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Backstory Interlude: The Roommate Saga

Y/N pauses, looking at Bella with a fond smile. "You know, chat, Bella's my unofficial roommate. She wasn't supposed to live here, but..."

Bella grins. "Oh, you're telling this story?"

Y/N nods. "So, when I bought this house, Bella was in London. I'd just moved in and was getting settled. One night, I hear someone in the kitchen. I'm thinking, 'Great, an intruder.'"

Bella chimes in, eyes sparkling. "And I'm thinking, 'Wow, Y/N really doesn't lock her doors.'"

Y/N groans. "I grabbed the first thing I saw-a spatula-and went to confront the 'intruder.' Next thing I know, Bella's charging at me with a frying pan."