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Austin ~ I can't bake

^^^^peep me thriving at the beach 😢

But anyways on with the story.

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"Oh fuck me." You toss yet another tray of burnt cookies onto the counter.

"I would but  Brandon is here." Austin walks in.

"Hey y/n." Brandon smiles.

"Hey guys," You sigh. "I fucking suck at baking."

"Well considering how many burnt cookies are sitting on the counter..." Brandon says.

"Thanks for the help." You shoot him a fake smile.

"Why are you even baking?" Austin closed the fridge.

"My friend is having some kind of tea party thing and wants me to bake 100 cookies for it by tomorrow. I thought it would be easy." You turn off the oven. "I'm going to the store."

"No we'll cook them!" Brandon says.

"Yeah, it'll be fun. Come on babe." Austin grabs your hand as you walk by him.

"Nooooo." You whine. "Anything I touch related to baking burns."

"Ah, come on y/n, you just have to try." Brandon tosses Austin an extra apron.

"Well y'all can do all of the baking. I'm going to plant my ass right here on this island and feel free to feed me." You pull yourself onto the counter.

"Hey honey." Austin says.

"Yes?"

"You just sat in a pile of flour." Austin starts laughing.

You start to get mad. "Ya know what, I don't care anymore. I guess I'll just have a white ass."

"Your ass looks like you let the Pillsbury dough boy hit it." Brandon wipes tears from his eyes.

"You better watch yourself." You chunk a dish towel at Brandon.

"Ok ok sorry." How laughter dies down.

"Alright honey, where's the recipe?" Austin rests his hands on your thighs.

"Right here." You pull it up on your phone.

"Ok, so that's done and so is that. Brandon go get another bowl." Austin reads the recipe while tying up his hair.

"Let me help baby," you finish pulling up his hair. "There ya go."

"Thanks honey." He leans up to kiss you.

"So what exactly am I doing with this bowl?" Brandon sets the bowl onto the counter.

"I don't really know." You look at him.

"Putting the cookie dough in the refrigerator into it. So here." Austin tosses a container to Brandon.

He then reaches across the counter to grab another bowl full of cookie dough from your attempt at cooking.

"Since you said feel free to feed you," Austin holds a spoonful of cookie dough to your mouth. "Here ya go."

You smile as you open your mouth.

"Look, you're adorable and all but we've got to make 100 cookies and be back st the studio by 9 and it's 7:30." Brandon interrupts.

"Someone's in a mood." You say.

"No I'm just trying to get this done. What's next Austin?"

"Put the cookie dough onto a non stick pan and bake at 375." Austin pats your thigh before walking over to help Brandon.

This is short because I'm trying to multi task writing and figuring out if this boy likes me or not🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️. Gosh I hate boys. Buttttt enjoy my lovely beach picture that has nothing to do with this chapter and also enjoy the chapter.