Raising Hell

Chapter Three

A/N: I'm really sorry for not updating in forever, but I'm going to try to update at least once a month. Also, I think this might turn into some form of AU Sebastian being closer to what he would have been like as Jonathan because school's starting soon, and I'm currently reading a lot of other stuff, so my memory is a bit foggy when it comes to the exact bits. All right, this is getting long, but if you have any constructive criticism please leave it in the comments, I really want to improve my writing. Okay, back to the story!
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Okay, maybe I could have pretended to be terrified for a bit of effect, but I was hungry and food is priority in my book. But Sebastian just laughed and moved towards the cabinet we had pasta supplies in, ignoring Jace entirely.

"Ooh, pasta! What kinds do we have?" I said excitedly as I jumped up to peer over his shoulder. My excitement quickly died when I realized we didn't have any noodles.

"Well shoot." I said, before noticing the mildly evil grin growing on Sebastian's face.

"Sebastian... what are you planning?"

"Jace, why don't you head on upstairs and get some rest." He said as he turned towards me.

"Now Alex, what would you say about making our own pasta?"

"I would love to make pasta, but do you really want help from someone who can only make mac 'n' cheese?"

"Oh come on, you can make french fries, that counts for something. Plus, you haven't seen my lovely face all day, and I wouldn't want you to deprive yourself any longer."

As I had been getting out what I thought the ingredients might be - flour, eggs, etcetera- the response Sebastian got was a handful of flour to the face.

And so the pasta making began, flour falling from Sebastian's face and hair.

"So when did you learn to make pasta?" I asked casually as I began to knead the dough.

"Well, I saw a recipe last week, so now I'm trying it out."

"WHAT??" I shouted in shock, stopping mid-knead. "You mean to tell me that you don't know how to make pasta at all but when we're out that's your first suggestion? Where did you even get the recipe?"

"Calm down, Alex, I got the recipe off your phone."

"WHAT??"

"I was looking through your phone when I found this app called...um, tum...bler? Maybe? Something like that. It was just the first thing that showed up, along with some other stuff about the founding fathers. "

I stopped kneading altogether. "Oh no... Now you've done it. I have to show you..." I cleared my throat, preparing to embarrass myself and never live it down. "HAMILTON! Sir he knows what to do in a trench, ingenuitive and fluent in French, I mean," I stopped as I noticed Sebastian's look of shock, horror, and amazement.

"What was that?"

I thought for a moment, before running upstairs to my room, grabbing my phone and speaker, and dashing back downstairs as I pulled up my music.

"Now, I am going to play the best thing you will ever hear other than my beautiful voice, so shut up, listen, and ignore my horrible singing." With that I pressed play, and resumed kneading the dough as the first notes of the Hamilton soundtrack began.

Two hours and forty- some minutes later, Sebastian and I were sitting on the floor, leaning against each other, and crying into bowls of pasta.

"Why would you do that to me?" Sebastian choked out.

"You looked on Tumblr, it was too late to save you. "

"But why? Now my pain is non-stop. "

I laughed, quietly at first, before bursting into hysterics. Sebastian quick joined me, his horrible pun getting the best of us.

"Your puns better be non-stop because they are beautiful." I said when we had stopped laughing.

"I'll make sure to burst into your room and start rapping Guns and Ships first thing in the morning."

"But you can't rap!"

"Says who?"

"Me, I don't want to die of cringe!"

"Fine, but the puns don't stop until I make them drop and burn them up and scatter their remains."

"The puns! Take a break... Please..."

"Nope. But you should take a break and get to bed." As I was yawning, he was probably right.

"Alright, I'm going to bed, but you are too!"

"Fine, fine..."

We made our way upstairs and stopped in front of my room.

"Alright, g'night..." I said before yawning.

" 'Night, Alex."

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A/N: I know, another author's note. This chapter its like an author's note sandwich. But if you haven't seen/listened to Hamilton, I highly recommend it and I'm sorry if you didn't get the little jokes.