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I was sitting on my boyfriend's couch watching Star Wars while he was in the kitchen making dinner. He insisted that for our date night we stay in. He said he wanted to cook for me. I knew this would end badly but he was so excited that I didn't try and stop him.
After about 10 minutes of him cooking I start to smell smoke. "Stiles what's that sm-" I turn my head towards the kitchen and see smoke everywhere. "Stiles!?" I run into the kitchen and see fire coming from the oven. "Nothing to see here, just having some technical difficulties." He spazzes out trying to find the fire extinguisher.
Once he finds it, he sprays the oven and the fire starts to go down. "Pizza?" He asks out of breath. I nod while making my way back to the living room. Stiles follows me and plops himself on the couch next to me.
"You probably think I'm a horrible cook now." He mumbles. "What? No, never." I say sarcastically. "Shut up! I can cook." "Whatever you say." "Ya know for such a pretty girl, you sure are mean." I smile and kiss his cheek. "Okay I forgive you." He smiles. I laugh and give him another kiss to the lips.
"I'm gonna call for pizza." He gets up and heads to grab his phone. Seconds later someone is knocking frantically on Stiles' door. I furrow my eyebrows and get up to answer it. I open it to see a very jittery Scott. "Hey Y/N I'm sorry to interrupt but I really need to see Stiles!"
As if on cue Stile's comes around the corner. "Y/N who was-Scott?" He asks once he sees his best friend at the door. "Stiles I really need your help! Why weren't you answering your phone!? Liam, he got out!" "What!?" Stiles and I say in unison. "I turned around for one second and-" He rambles.
"God I swear sometimes I think I'm the most responsible one out of all of us." Stiles states scrambling to grab his shoes. "Stiles you literally just set the kitchen on fire." I say giving him a questionable look. "Yes and I take responsibility for that." I roll my eyes at him.
I grab my shoes and begin to put them on. "What are you doing?" He asks. "Well I'm coming to help too." "Oh no you're not! You're staying here." "Stiles I want to help!" "You can help by staying here. If you go I'm gonna be worried about you the whole time." I huff and plop myself back on the couch. He gives me a sad smile and pecks my cheek.
"I'll be back soon." I nod and he starts to walk out the door. "Wait!" I yell. What?" He asks. "I love you." I say softly. He smiles and his cheeks heat up a little bit. "I love you too."
