Batman [A/I]

3

An elderly couple walked in, looking around the room for a place to sit. I looked down at Ashton as he took my hand, sitting me down opposite him. I quickly put two and two together. "I thought you said this wasn't a date!" I said. "I had my fingers crossed behind my back, meaning that I didn't mean the pinky promise!" He said cheekily. So that's what he was doing. "But I should be working" I cried. "Nope, that's all taken care of. Your boss is letting you have the afternoon off!" I looked over at Mike who winked before walking away. Ashton pushed the glass full of orange juice. "I ordered it for you!" He smiled. I rolled my eyes before laughing. He really was a flirt. "What happened to your wrists?" He asked, looking concerned. I suddenly placed my arms on my lap. "I burnt them cooking last night!" "You can't be a good cook then!" He laughed. "I am an amazing cook actually!" "I bet you're nowhere as good as me!" I raised my eyebrows. "You'll have to invite me round your flat to see my amazingness!" "Why don't we go to your house, the kitchen must be much bigger!" "Yeah, but 4 teenage boys, come on!" "Backing out now are we?" I said smiling. Ashton scowled, "Fine. I'll take you back to my house after this!" I didn't say anything but I guess he could tell that I was excited due to my face as he smiled at me and said I was cute. 

I gasped as I felt flour fall down onto my cheeks. The familiar sound of Ashton's laugh hit my ears as I slowly turned around. "You… You…" He said laughing. "You have a bit of dandruff love!" "You're trying to sabotage my cooking aren't you!" We had set up cooking stations on opposite sides of the kitchen, Ashton had his area and I had mine. "Two can play at this game…" I said under my breath. "What?" Ashton asked. "Nothing, I just said you didn't get any flour in my jelly." That's right, we weren't making any 5 star meals. I was making jelly, and Ashton was making ice cream. Yet due to our competitiveness it felt like our lives depended on those meals. "I'm taking a toilet break!" He said before running out of the kitchen. Now it was time to take action. I grabbed the huge bottle of salt which was on the side. I unscrewed the lid and poured the entire content into the bowl of ice cream mixture. I mixed it around a bit so that the salt wasn't sitting on top. Before Ashton came back, I chucked the bottle in the bin and managed to look like I hadn't moved from my station. Ashton came back and stood at my side, peering down at my jelly. "Hmmm!" He said. "It's missing something!" Before I knew it he brushed some of the flour from my head onto the mixture. "Why you little bastard!" "Oh come on, I know you love me but it's a bit soon for nicknames isn't it?" He said sarcastically. "Right, you asked for it." I grabbed a handle of ice cubes out of the fridge before cornering Ashton in the kitchen. "I love you too, if that makes up for it." I grabbed the rim of his trousers, pulling them out before chucking the ice cubes down there, making the strap hit his stomach. He gasped several times as I stood back watching, laughing my head off. "I didn't know you were desperate…" He joked. I scowled, before returning to my station as he continued to suffer. A few minutes went by, hearing Ashton take out the ice cubes and chucking them in the sink behind me. I smiled to myself, not just because I had got him back pretty good, but I was actually really enjoying myself. I hadn't had this much fun in ages, and it was a good distraction from everything else. I rubbed my hand on one of the bandages, closing my eyes. "Immy…" I heard Ashton say, he sounded close. I rolled my eyes before slowly turning around. What happened next, happened in less than a second. My lips were against his, a little spark between the softness of his lips. I opened my eyes as he stood back, staring at me. I bit down on my bottom lip, looking at the floor and glancing back at Ashton who suddenly looked uncomfortable.