"Okay, what's the next step?" I asked Nathan, after adding sugar into the bowl.
"Add flour," Nathan replied, looking at his phone.
"Alright." I reached to grab the bag of flour, but Nathan grabbed in instead.
"What are you doing?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips and raising my eyebrows.
Before I could react, Nathan grabbed a fistful of flour and slapped them in my face.
I could only stand there with my jaw hanging, and Nathan is just there, cackling away, tears in his eyes.
"Nathan! You asshole!"
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Chocolate Ice Cream
Historia CortaTara Flynn believes that the only way to heal a broken heart is by locking herself in her room, and eating tons of chocolate ice cream. Nathaniel Adam disagrees.
