T H I R D P E R S O N
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"sean, stop, you're making a mess!" her sweet, angelic laugh fills his ears. she slaps the childish boy on his arm, she giggles when he gasps and holds his arm.
"i'm just having fun, party pooper." he whines playfully, swinging his arms in the air, dramatically.
she sighs and continues her work, kaycee laughs when she hears his singing. - obviously, singing purposely horrible. because, we all know that sean has a very beautiful and gifted voice. - he gasped and placed his hand on the right side of his chest, pretending to be hurt. she rolled her eyes and exhaled deeply.
"that's the right side, stupid." kaycee giggles, sean looks down at his hand placement and repositions his hand, so it's on the correct side. he huffs in annoyance and crosses his arms over his chest.
"stop being a big baby, you baby!" she teases, sticking her tongue out at him. kaycee smiles when she sees a small smile on his face.
"fine, fine." sean gives up, walking over to the petite girl and grabbing a bowl with the dry ingredients, mixing them thoroughly.
"thank you!" kaycee beams, putting the mixed ingredients into a pan and cautiously sliding it into the oven.
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"it's ready!" kaycee squeals, jumping over the couch and to the kitchen- sean following close behind her.
"let's decorate it!" she yells, excitedly.
"kayc, it's still hot." sean reminded the excited girl.
"that's okay." she replies, taking the cake out of the oven. immediately dropping it on the counter, the heat burning her index and middle finger.
"ow!" kaycee yells, bringing the injured fingers to her lips and sucking on them, lightly.
"kaycee! here let me get the first aid kit." sean rushes to the bathroom where the first aid kit is located.
"sean, i'm fine-" kaycee reassures him, looking at the aisan boy who's wrapping her fingers, delicately, with a bandage.
"kaycee, you literally burned yourself. who knows what could've happened to you." sean retorts, packing the things up and putting it away.
"can we please decorate it now?" she pleads, doing the puppy dog eyes that she knows sean couldn't resist. sean sighs and nods.
"what should we use? vanilla or chocolate? or, should we do food colouring??" kaycee asks, holding the two frostings with her small hands.
"let's do... vanilla, no, chocolate.. actually, vanilla! no, chocolate. let's do both, half and half." sean struggled to choose. she giggles and shakes her head in amusement.
"you got vanilla, i have chocolate!" kaycee decides, scooping up the vanilla frosting and spreading it all over her half of the cake.
sean, the chef that he is, chuckles at how carelessly she throws it on but admires her.
"that boy's whipped." brad whispered, looking at the tow best friends.
"brad, shh. we don't want them to think we're spying on them." laura shushes him.
