Imagine:
"I'm huuuuuuuuuuungry!" You smile at Will's adorable face as he rubs his rumbling tummy. He was cute all of the time, but today...there was something super sweet and you just couldn't resist. That's when you got an idea.
"Wanna make cookies?"
"NO! LET'S MAKE A CAKE!!!" You go to your kitchen and find all of the supplies. You motion for him to join you and you begin the process.
"2 eggs," you say as you hold your hand out like a surgeon would for his scalpel.
"2 eggs," he replies and hands you two eggs. You crack them and put them into the bowl.
"Two and a half cups flour."
"Two and a hal- OOPS!" You turn and find Will on the floor, covered in powder. You begin laughing as he gets up. You can tell he's embarrassed. This is your first date, after all, and he's trying to make a good impression. You take some flour and sprinkle it all over yourself to try to make him feel better. He smiles and hugs you.
"Okay, wanna try again?"
"Yes. Two and a half cups flour," he says, calming down. After all of the ingredients were added to the mixture, you begin to stir. Your hand begins to tire about five minutes later, so Will offers to take over for a while. You hand him the bowl, kiss him on the cheek and whisper "Please don't drop this." He blushes, but takes the batter and mixes it the rest of the way. He's so strong, you say to yourself as you watch the muscles in his arm flex while he mixes.
"All done!" He proudly holds the bowl out to you and you take it to the greased pan. You ask Will for the spatula. "Okay, here we go!" You get most of the batter into the pan and place it into the pre-heated oven, setting the timer for 30 minutes. When you turn back around, you notice him licking the remaining cake mixture off of the spoon, spatula and bowl. You sigh and wash your hands.
"Hey, I'll be right back, Will. I'm just going to go clean up a bit more." He nods, and you go to your bathroom to try and get the powder out of your hair. You return 10 minutes later to find Will covered in a sticky mess. You giggle and he smiles proudly.
"Come on, you. Go take a shower and get cleaned off. I'll lay out some of my brother's clothes on my bed and you can change into them." You show him where the bathroom is and he hops into the shower after you shut the door. You lay out an outfit for him and go back to the kitchen.
The timer goes off and you carefully extract the cake from the oven. Placing it on a plate, you decorate the top while Will is still getting dressed. When he returns, you're sitting on the couch in the adjacent living room with two plates, two forks, a serving knife, napkins and the remote control.
"Ready," you ask him, "to taste our masterpiece?" He walks behind you. You look up and he kisses your forehead.
"I'm ready." He walks around the couch and sits down next to you. You reach for the serving knife, and his hand meets yours. You both pull away, blushing. You reach again, but he beats you to it and slices into the delicious treat in front of you. He serves you a regular size piece of cake and serves himself double the amount a normal person would want. This makes you laugh a little as you turn on "Pitch Perfect." He puts his arm around you and whispers "I'll be your Bumper if you'll be my Fat Amy." You snuggle close to him as the movie begins.
