Unstable lovers

Chapter Seven

After about 3 (maybe more) hours of messing around with video games and telling stupid jokes we decided we should probably eat something. It was now 9:30pm and we still hadn't eaten. 

"Shall we order pizza?" Luke asked.
I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.
"Duh! Of course!" I said. And at that we both began to laugh like idiots.

We were both so giggly, and it made me really happy that I could actually laugh along with someone new. I wasn't used to this. But me and Luke have gotten off to a great start and I'm so happy I have an amazing new friend like him.

"Oh my god we should make cookies!" Luke said looking at me. He sounded like an excited four year old little girl. And his voice cracked a bit as he yelled those words. It was cute!

"Haha that sounds great!" I replied. Giggling a bit as I spoke. He was so adorable it actually makes my heart melt.

"WOOOHOO!!!" He said. Before grabbing my hand and skipping to the kitchen. (Again, acting like a four year old child) The feeling of him holding my hand made my stomach fill with butterflies. He jumped up and down and it was so funny to watch. He was so happy and bubbly, and his happiness seemed to spread because I began skipping too. He makes me so happy, I wouldn't ever admit that out loud though .

Luke charged around his kitchen getting baking ingredients and he layed them all out on the worktop, before grabbing my arm and enthusiastically  pulling me over to begin making the cookies.

We didn't get very far. Luke had put one egg into a bowl (aswell as the eggshell apparently) and some flour. I hadn't even put anything in mine because I was too scared of doing it wrong.

"Erm Lilly....."
"Yeah?"
"We have no fucking clue what we're doing do we?"
"Haha no apparently not. I mean what the fuck is this?" I say pointing at his mixture (if you can call it that)
We both burst into uncontrollable laughter and after about 10 minutes of laughing hysterically we decided we should go onto google and follow a recipe on how to make cookies.

After a long time of reading and concentrating, we finally had something in the bowl that actually looked like cookie mixture.

"That's the last step. I think we're done!" I say looking at Luke.
I didn't realise he had been staring at me the whole time. He hadn't even done anything, he had thrown his cookie mixture away and he had just been watching me making mine.

"What? Why are you staring at me like that?" I say to him
He then blushes a scarlet red colour and then looks down at his feet.

"Erm, your just so....." He whispered before beginning a new sentence.
"Anyway, how did you do that when mine looked like sick in a bowl!?" He said, changing the subject.

"I actually followed a recipie, rather than just throwing a few eggs into a bowl haha," I said giggling.

"Heyyy, I tried!" He replied smirking at me.
I just laughed. I couldn't think of anything to say.

"Let's put my cookies in the oven, you can try put yours in too if you want but I'm not sure if those will work out too well," I say laughing.

We put the cookies into the oven before sitting on the table.
"Oh god, look at the mess we made, it's a good job my mums not home otherwise she would kill me," Luke says.
"Aww are you a mummy's boy?" I say laughing.
"No," Luke says, blushing.
"I think you are!" I say giggling.
"Am not!" He says blushing even more.
"Aww it's cute!" I say, poking his nose.
"What is?"
"You," I reply. "Your cute!"
"No I'm not!"  "you are!" He said, poking my nose.
"Heyyy!" I say laughing.
"What?" Luke says laughing.
He then begins to tickle me. I HATE BEING TICKLED OH GOD. I rolled around laughing and giggling like a whale while yelling at him to stop. I was laughing so much that I thought if I laughed any harder I would stop breathing altogether.
"That will teach you for calling me cute!"  "I'm not cute I'm punk rock!"