"The Crew" One-Shots (Discontinued)

Cookies - BASICALLYIDOWRK

I sat in the living room, watching Adventure Time. I hear yelling from Marcel from his office. "I SWEAR TO FUCK EVAN! GODDAMN IT EVAN! WHAT THE FUCK?!" He yelled. Why didn't we sound prof the room?

I mentally face-palmed myself, as I stood up from the couch. I walked into his recording room, as he didn't notice me. He was playing GTA V, they were trying to do a heist. Evan shot a rocket launcher at him, and he died again. "WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO YOU EVAN?! LIKE SERIOUSLY?! COME ON!" He yelled. I giggled at his reaction, as I hear Evan say something threw the mic.

Marcel turned around, seeing me standing there giggling at him raging. "I got to go guys." He said. He took off his phone phones and pick me up and threw me into his shoulder. "Marcel!" I yelled. He smiled as he continued carrying me to the kitchen. He set me down into the counter, as he walked around and was looking for something.

"Why did you bring me into the kitchen?" I asked. He didn't look up at me, he just smiled. "We're making cookies." - "Why? Will that help stop the rage?" I giggled.

"I wasn't raging I just got really angry." - "That's raging Babe." He rolled his eyes, as I got off of the counter. I pulled out the dough for cookies from the other side of the kitchen. "The cook dough was over here." - "Oh."

We placed it all on a tray, as he put it into the oven. I took a small piece and ate it, as he saw. "What?! I wanted some!" He said. I giggled, as he ran for me. I ran away, locking myself in his recording room. "Open!" He said. "Why?" I asked.

"Because I won't give you cookies." I shot up and opened the door. He kissed me and pulled away. "You taste like cookies. Good." He said. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand. We walked back into the kitchen, as we waited around for the cookies.