Home Soon (Bohner)

Seven

     After they explored the basement some more, they climbed back up and Tyler went back to his cabin to make some lunch for the boys. Nick was still asleep when he got back. He woke up just a few minutes after Tyler finished cooking the pasta. He ate some, and then went back up to sleep some more because he had a terrible hangover. The others also came to eat when Tyler called them. After the lunch, everyone except Tyler and Michael went to Josh's cabin to play video games.
"I'm booored!" the blonde boy mumbled, burying his head in one of the pillows from the couch, where they were currently sitting. "We can go to the lake again." The older boy suggested with a smile. His right eye twitched. Tyler smiled. He found it adorable. "Nah. I'm too lazy. But we can make cookies!" he said in excitement, getting up from the couch. Michael just smiled, shook his head, and followed him. "Can you get the oil?" the blonde boy asked as he was searching for the bowl. The taller of the two nodded and turned around, opening one of the cupboards and grabbing the oil. "Here you go." He said as he handed the bottle to Tyler. The younger boy took it with a soft smile and poured some into the bowl. "Can you hand me the sugar?" he asked, and the older boy found the package and gave it to Tyler. He added it to the mix. Then he added the rest of things, like flour and chocolate chips. "Do you know where are the baking sheets?" he asked, turning to Michael. "Yeah, they should be here." The boy said, bending down and opening the lowest drawer, victoriously grabbing the baking sheet and handing it to the blonde boy. "Thanks." Tyler mumbled. He carefully put the cookie dough on the sheet, creating small balls, and then put it into the oven.

Now I have to clean up the mess.

He grabbed the flour and sugar and quickly turned around, bumping into Michael, spilling some of the flour on his hoodie. "Oh! I'm so sorry!" he blurted out in shock.

Oh my god! I'm so awkward...

The older of the two just smirked devilishly, grabbed the flour from the blonde boy's hands, and spilled it on his head. Tyler just gasped in surprise, but then returned the attack with the sugar, which didn't work that much, but he didn't care. Michael chuckled and reached out to spill more flour on the younger boy, but Tyler quickly reacted and grabbed the glass of cold water sitting on the counter, spilling it on his enemy. Michael immediately stopped, standing there in shock for a second, but then his lips curved into another devilish smirk. "Ooooh, the game is on, baby boy." He growled playfully, reaching out and grabbing the younger boy around the waist, spilling the rest of the flour on the helpless boy. "No! Michael! Let me go!" Tyler squealed, trying to escape, but Michael just chuckled, still holding him with one arm, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge with the other one. When the blonde boy saw it, his eyes widened. "Mikey! No! Please!" he screamed, but it was too late. He felt the cold liquid running down his back, sending shivers down his spine. The older boy let him go, laughing hard. "You-You should see how you look!" he blurted out, trying to catch his breath. "You-you-just wait!" the younger boy giggled. It took him a few seconds, but when he calmed down a bit, he quickly turned around and grabbed the box with the eggs from the open fridge. Michael immediately ran out of the cabin, the younger boy chasing after him. "Don't even try to run! I'll catch you!" he shouted.
And he did. He caught him just a few steps away from the forest, jumping on his back, sending him to the ground. Almost all of the eggs broke when they fell, but Tyler didn't care. He grabbed the remaining and smudged it all over Michael's face. The older boy shook him down and straddled him, tugging out some grass and putting it under his sweater and in his hair. "Michael! No!" the younger boy giggled and tried to attack back, but Michael didn't let him move. After he triumphantly stuffed the box full of broken eggs under his sweater, he let him go and stood up, still laughing. "You look like a frog." He stated, wiping his eyes, trying to catch his breath. The younger boy just crossed his arms, frowning. "You don't look any better." He mumbled, pouting. "Come on, I'm sorry. But you have to admit that it was fun." Michael said and reached out his hand, helping the younger boy up and smiling.

He is beautiful, even with grass in his hair.

Tyler just shrugged, but smiled back. "Yeah, it was." He rolled his eyes and chuckled. "But now we have to clean up the mess. But first, I'm taking a shower. I feel all sticky and wet and-just disgusting."