Lost in time G.D E.D

Part 35

"Come on, let's do something," I kiss his forehead as we lay on my couch, his tears starting to cease. 

"Die?" He asks. 

"No! Lets...." I look around and my stomach starts growling all of a sudden, "Lets make something to eat," 

"We could just go to pizz-," 

"No!" I say fast and persist,

"We can make something here," 

"Do you hate my job or something? You never want to go there," he frowns as I pull him into the kitchen. 

"Of course I don't hate it. I just wanna cook,"  I look around and I find cake mix. I remember the first time we became friends and I baked them a cake.

We never even got to eat it and Hannah had to wash it off me. 

"I've never baked a cake before," he says out of no where and I realize I picked the box up without noticing. 

"Well today is your fucking day," I poke his nose. 

"Well, I have been wanting to do stuff for Mine and Ethan's birthday in a few months. I might as well learn," he shrugs. 

"Thats the spirit, when is Your birthday  by the way?" I ask. I know both their birthdays obviously. 

" December 16th," he tells me as I point to a bowl on a shelf and he grabs it. 

"What about you?" 

"April 9th I'm a weed baby," I hesitate. I wonder if the date is already planned. 

"You must have had a bomb ass birthday," he jokes. 

"Oh my god Gray."I facepalm.

  "How many eggs?" He asks holding up the carton, thank god we're moving on from the subject. 

"Uh, 2," I read it. Grayson finishes pulling out and then mixing up the ingredients. 

"Maybe we can bring a few pieces to school for our friends?" He asks. 

"Yeah, we can wrap some up," I nod as I put it in the oven. 

"Zack, Patrick, Arron, Erik, Chris, Jackson, Mike, Dustin, Hannah, Andrew-," he starts listing off names. 

"Whoa Gray, how big do you think this cake will be?" I tease. 

"Okay fine. A few pieces for closer friends," he pokes my cheek rolling his eyes. He leaves cake batter on my face and I gasp. 

"Boy!" I put some on his nose from a spoon. 

"Girl!" He teases and pushes me gentle, my hand lands in a stick of butter. He starts laughing so I grab the sack of sugar and throw it at him. The paper breaks open against his chest, not to mention the billions of sugar particles between the counter and his body.

Alot of sugar sticks to his clothes, face, and hair. He sneezes and sugar comes out of his nose. 

"You look ridiculous Gray!" I laugh. 

"Oh yeah?" He throws an egg and it breaks against my shoulder. 

"Grayson!" I gasp in only slight pain, the adrenaline making it not really hurt. 

"Now who looks ridiculous?" He laughs and throws another at my knee.  He starts throwing the rest of the pack at my feet while I attempt to dodge them.

He soon runs out and just throws the soft package at my head and it bounces right off.  I grab a pack of crackers and start throwing them at him one by one.

He holds his arms up trying to block the barrage of crackers heading his way.  In our excitement I take a step and slip on an egg. I start to fall forward toward the strainer beside my sink.

A large knife pointed for my eye.  I close my eyes waiting to wake up in my bed after my own careless mistake.

Instead I feel a hand around my stomach and I'm suddenly pulled into Grayson's chest.
Damn, he wasn't that close. 

"Fuck," he breathes scared into my ear, his heart races fast against my back. I was so close to ruining the progress I made, I'm so fucking dumb. 

"You saved my life Gray," I whisper upset with myself. 

"Y-yeah," he uses his free hand to wipe off his face and brush his hair back. He must have sprinted faster than he's ever ran before.  I turn and hug him, hiding my face in his shoulder. He reaches up and places his hand in my hair keeping me close. 

"I don't know what I'd do without you," he breathes out quietly. I hold onto him tightly and he leans against the counter still catching his breath. 

"Bake a cake with Ethan," I answer trying to lighten the mood again. He pulls me to look up at him shaking his head. He leans down and kisses my forehead. 

"If anything happens to you, I'll be right behind you," he holds my hand. I don't argue since the second I die everything will reset anyway. 

"Lets clean up a little," I pull away and turn on the sink. I put the knife away and give him a few towels to help his sugar problem. I head to my room and change into pajamas. I toss the egg covered clothes into my hamper and return to Grayson.

I look in surprise as he abandoned his own attempts at being clean and he began washing the counter and floor,

"Gray I don't expect you to clean my place, I'll deal with that," 

"Okay," he pouts and looks in a mirror. He touches his white hair more. 

"Wanna go shower? I'll finish up in here," I tell him. He nods and I point the way,

"If you can't shake the sugar off your clothes then we can just wash them if you want," 

"Okay," he smiles and heads to my bathroom. I watch him walk away and I turn back to my messy kitchen. 

"Great, this will never be clean," I mutter. I roll my eyes and get to work.