Demolition Lovers (Gerard Way & MCR)

Cookies

"Jess! Jess stop!" Gerard whined, pulling the measuring cup away from me. "You have to be exact. You can't just guess, you can't have it overfilled or under filled, the top needs to be flat."

I rolled my eyes, leaning against the counter as i watched him measure the ingredients for the cookies we were making. He filled a cup with flour, took a knife, flattened the top, then poured it into a silver bowl. He did this twice more, then threw the cup into the sink. What a weirdo..

"You need that for the sugar," I went to go grab the cup from the sink, but he stopped me.

"It had flour in it already." You have got to be kidding me.. He turned me gently back towards the counter. "You can cross contaminate the ingredients."

"Gerard. It all ends up in the same bowl.." He shook his head slowly, grabbing the salt. I was feeling dangerous, so I took a handful of flour from the bag, laughed, and threw it into the bowl of dry ingredients. That'll teach him.

His eyes widened. "Jesse. Mae. What. The. Hell." I started to laugh, earning a soft glare. He was such a dork sometimes. Gerard stuck his hand into the bowl, and took a handful of flour, salt, and baking soda. He grinned.

Oh God, no. I saw what was coming next. I suppose I was asking for it, but still. He took the handful, and threw it into my face. The whole world around me went white, as I choked on the powders. He started laughing.

"Don't screw around," he said through laughs. I should have seen this coming, to be honest. He turned back towards the salt. And I decided, I had to get him back. I turned to where the eggs were, staying silent, attempting not to draw attention to myself.

When I made sure he wasn't looking, I opened the carton of eggs and grabbed two. He wasn't going to see this coming at all.. I grinned.

"Hey, Gerard," I asked as i turned towards him. When he started to turn, I smashed the eggs onto his head. He gasped, as I died laughing beside him, the gooey egg dripping down my fingers and onto the floor.

"You think this is funny?" He asked, attempting to wipe the egg off with his hands. This was great.. I nodded, ginning. His face slowly turned into a wicked smile, and I was frightened. What was he going to do? He already covered me with flour, and the eggs were behind me. Then he grabbed the sac of white sugar, and threw the contents at me. I gasped. It was almost like being covered in sand, which is incredible uncomfortable.

"You shit.." I shouted as he started to laugh.

"You look delicious. Here," he dipped his hand into the container of butter, and pulled out a giant scoop. Oh god, no.

"Gerard.." I started to back away. This wasn't fair anymore, that was too far. He didn't seem to think so, and began to approach me. "Gee!" I started to run backwards, then turned around so I could see where I was going. He followed, laughing. "Gerard, stop!"

I grabbed the door knob to the front entrance, and tried to pull it open. But he beat me to it, and wiped butter all over my face. He was still laughing, of course. "There.. Perfect.." He said, rubbing the butter into my skin a little more.

"You should start running.." I mumbled.

"..What?" He asked. I turned around, and tackled him to the ground. Egg from his hair flew into my face, but I didn't care. He slammed against the floor, grunting. "Don't!" He shouted. I wiped all of the sugar and flour off of my clothes and onto him. He wined like a little girl, which only made it more amusing.

"If Im getting pimples, so are you," I bent down and wiped my cheeks all over his. He started to laugh slightly. "Stop laughing, this is torture."

"No it isn't." He said simply. I slowly pulled back, to see him smiling at me softly. "It's not torture.."

"What? Yeah it is.." I said, my cheek slowly turning red. He let out a soft chuckle, which only made me blush more. It didn't help that we were only inches away from each others faces. Frick. Stop.

Gerard put his hand against the side of my cheek, grinning some more. I wanted to beat him for making me blush. But I kind of liked it..

He slowly started to slowly lift his head up, and I saw his eyes begin to flutter shut.

Then the phone rang.

I smiled, chuckling as we were still only inches apart. He opened his eyes, and grinned. "You should probably go get that, huh?" He nodded as I got off of him.

HOLY FRICK.

I walked to the kitchen, trying to act like a normal human being. There was no way that just happened. Gerard was going to kiss me. On my mouth. What. Why? There had to be a reason, right? I mean, maybe he wasn't going to kiss me, but I can't think of any other logical explanation.

How exciting..

When I entered the kitchen, I noticed how the floor was completely covered in ingredients. My jaws dropped with shock. This was going to take forever to clean. I hated cleaning, I wasn't good at it, and I lost interest in it quickly.

"I hate telemarketers.." Gerard mumbled, walking into the kitchen. When he saw the floor, his eyes widened. "Shit."

"I know. Oops." He started to laugh, then walked towards a closet where he pulled out a broom and dust pan.

"I'll sweep, you can put all the ingredients away, deal?" I nodded, and within ten minutes or so, the entire kitchen was cleaned. I was extremely surprised at how good it looked.

Afterwards, we made a plan for the evening. We were both going to clean off, him here, and me at my house, and then I would come back and we'd watch movies and order food. I was excited, as we had never really had a night to ourselves before. So this would be interesting..

AHHHH K GUYS IM SORRY IF YOU HATE THIS BUT I SUPER PROMISE THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE AMAZING MAYBE IDK IT FUCKED UP IM PISSED UGH I CAN'T WAIT TO PUBLISH IT AHHHH K SORRY BYE