your body is a weapon → brad simpson | ✓

forty two

Brad looks over to me with a grin. I raise my eyebrows at him. He wanted something, he had that look in his eyes.

Currently, we're sat watching films on Netflix and it's almost past midnight. Brad had decided we're going to stay up all night because "he couldn't be bothered to drive home".

"What, Brad?" I say as we sit next to each other. His arm was over my shoulder as I cuddle at his side, a position we often find ourselves in.

"Can we make some cupcakes?" He asks and I take a double glance at him before giving him a ridiculous look.

"It's the middle of the night and you want to make cupcakes?" I ask in disbelief.

"Yeah, don't you?" He asks, flashing me a smile. I roll my eyes at him.

"I don't think I even have the ingredients," I admit. "Plus it's so late, how do you even have the energy to make cupcakes?"

He pulls us both off of the sofa, ignoring my question. "Let's go look for the ingredients! I'm sure we can make something with what you've got."

He holds my hand as he walks into the kitchen and I look through my cupboards with him and it turns out I have all of the ingredients. I don't really have a reason to say no to baking, except that it's late at night. It's something to do and keep us awake, though.

Brad assures me that he'll put the mixture together and I frown at him, "do you even know how to make cupcakes?"

"No, but I can try and do it without the recipe," he tells me and I sit down on the kitchen island stool to watch this unfold. "We have cake mix." He throws the plastic bag on to the counter. I don't remember buying that but oh well. "We have icing mix." He throws that on to the counter too. "Eggs." This time he places them down. "I don't want to break them."

I laugh at him as he goes through all of the ingredients, and pretends to recall how to make cupcakes.

"Should I just blend it all together?" He asks, picking up my blender.

"No!" I scowl at him. "Put the cake mix into the bowl first." He does as I say, laughing at my horrified face. I'm really starting to debate whether this was a good idea or not.

"I'm gonna add the milk and eggs," he says after he's poured the cake mix into the bowl. "How many eggs do you reckon I should put in?"

"Two?" I suggest and he nods, putting two eggs in. He struggled to get the egg shells out because it turns out that he's terrible at cracking eggs. "I can't take this pain anymore, let me help you."

"I've got it!" He says quickly but I'm already off of my stool and walking around to accompany him in making cupcakes. "How much milk?"

"Let me do it," I roll my eyes at him and he hands me the milk. He steps away from the counter to let me put the milk in, as well as some butter. "Now we blend it."

I grab my blender and turn it on once I've placed it into the mixture—this way it won't go everywhere. I start mixing everything together as Brad stands behind me in wonder.

His chest was against my back as the palm of his hands were pressed against the edge of the counter while he peered over my shoulder. I could feel his breath on my neck, brushing against my skin lightly.

As I continue to mix it, my arm grows heavy and I grip the bowl with my other hand. I think Brad notices because he puts his hand on mine to help me blend it all together, with his other hand also gripping the bowl.

I barely put any effort into it as we blend everything together. He laughs as I let out a tired sigh once we've finished and I turn off the blender and put it in the sink to wash later.