Wait A Minute

Chapter Eleven: Repairing Pages

a/n: Don't forget to check out Under The Table if ya haven't already

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The sweet smell of confectioners sugar lingered in the air as the joyous laughter of Ash and Todd filled the small kitchen. Dirty bowls littered the countertops, a cracked egg laid on the floor, and a portion of the wall had cake batter smeared across it. Alone, either of the two could bake perfectly fine, but when they were together, havoc always found a place among them.

"What exactly should I pipe onto it? Sorry for outing you to all of my friends?" Ashley was busying herself scooping frosting into a piping bag. The vanilla cake layers had come out of the oven a while ago, and they had finally cooled off enough to be iced. Todd snorted and shook his head.

"No, I feel like that would just worsen the situation. How about just 'sorry?'" The redhead suggested. The girl let out a small 'hmph' as she finished filling the piping bag.

"Isn't that super vague though?" Todd tossed the question around in his head as he tried shimmying the cake layers out of their round pans. After a few seconds, Ash realized his struggle and let out a light laugh. "Here, I'll do it," she reassured and handed him the piping bag.

"I feel like it needs to be vague. If it even mentions homosexuality, Travis is going to turn tail and flee," the male explained as he watched his friend. Ash turned the pan over and gave the bottom an obnoxious slap. The cake fell out onto the cooling trays. "How?"

"You just gotta spank it until it comes," the brunette stated, winking at Todd.

"God damn it Ash," the redhead grumbled. He handed Ashley the piping bag back, so she could glue the layers together. She worked diligently, having all three layers stacked in record time. Todd leaned against a counter as he watched her. He enjoyed mixing all of the ingredients together and spreading the batter evenly into the pans, but design was where he floundered.

"I get that what I did was wrong," Ashley started, "but I don't see why all of this is necessary. We all hate Travis, except for maybe Larry." The male didn't respond for a second, just watching Ash spread the frosting evenly on the sides of the cakes. When she had coated it thick enough, she started on the top.

"No, Larry doesn't like him either. He's just been letting his dick think for him ever since he and Sal hooked up." Todd didn't realized what he had let slip until he saw the girl pause, turning away from the cake. She cocked her head slightly.

"They did what?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess you don't know about that," Todd nervously joked. He pushed his glasses higher up on the bridge of his nose as Ash continued to stare him down. Her mouth fell agape.

"When? Why am I the only one that doesn't know about this?" After her initial shock was over, Ash turned back to the cake.

"I know it started a couple weeks ago. I'm guessing Larry only talked to me about it because, as of the last time I checked, he's still swearing that he's Larry-SuperStraight-Johnson," Todd scoffed. His mind traveled back to their cursed lunch encounter with Travis, reflecting on how the metal head had talked about "praying the gay away." "Or maybe he's starting to come around to the fact that he's at least bi, I don't know."

"No wonder Sal left with me then," Ash mused. She finished icing the top of the cake before speaking again. "I thought he was just upset that his crush was fucking around or something."

"Larry's kind of a dick," Todd thought aloud. Ash discarded her piping bag and got out another one. She handed it to Todd to fill with white frosting, deciding that she had done her fair share.

"But he's our dick." Both of them erupted into laughter at the phrasing. After they calmed down, Ash opened the refrigerator to pull out the bowl of white frosting for Todd. "So do you think Lar's actually into Sal or just in it for sex?"