It All Started With A Bet

Now we cook?

I felt a pair of hands cover my eyes. "Guess who?"

It was a very distinct male voice. "Ashley?"

He started laughing and removed his hands. "Hi Ady ...". He came ahead and hugged me.

"How are you doing babe? Its been so long since we last talked."

"Yea it's been a while. I am great. Have you met Randall?" I said gesturing towards Randall. He just smiled and shook hands with him.

"You guys out here grocery shopping?" Ashley asked casually.

"Nah, we were just looking for UFOs so we can fly off to Mars." Randall said dead-panned. For some reason it sounded very rude.

Ash and I laughed. "Ooh, Can I come along? Maybe I can find myself a nice alien girlfriend. The nice ones on Earth don't want me anyways."

Cue the nervous laughter from me. The statement was kind of a dig at me but I knew he was joking so I didn't mind it that much.

Randall gave his joke a very uninterested chuckle. His body was very tense, quite similar to the day when I went to his house.

"Okay then... I'll talk to you later..." Ash said and went in for a hug. He stretched out his hand for a goodbye handshake but Randall turned his back and pretended to check some products behind him. Ash just gave me a small courteous smile and backed out of the aisle.

After Ash was clearly out of sight, I looked at my very oddly behaving shopping partner. "What was that Randall?", I asked him. He just shrugged.

"No, no more shrugging. Why don't you like him? Yesterday also when his name came up you brushed it off saying you guys don't vibe or something."

"Isn't that reason enough?" he snapped back. I wasn't used to Randall being sharp with me so his behaviour was a bit upsetting.

"Yea I guess." I said softly and put some frozen chicken in our cart. "Please check the grade. it should be grade A." he said. I nodded, checked the chicken and put it back into the cart. After I checked it off the list.

I walked to the next aisle to get the next item. He commented something else about it. I again nodded and checked what he asked me too. I just didn't feel like talking much.

This silent shopping continued for another five minutes.

"Kitten?" he cooed. He just got a small 'hmm' as a reply.

"KITTEN!" he scream-whispered whilst abruptly jumping in front of my cart.

"What do you want Randall?" I said while looking at the items on the shelf.

"I am sorry. He triggers me. I can't put my finger on why I don't like him but I know that he gives me a really bad vibe. I didn't mean to be harsh earlier kitten." He said looking into my eyes.

I felt bad for him. He probably didn't know how to express his feelings and it came out as plain rudeness.

"Its okay, next time just tell me before-hand, So I have a lil time to prepare for this version of Mr. Randall." I joked.

"Master. Master Randall." He smirked.

"Yeah, I am never calling you that again." I rolled my eyes.

"Who knows Kitten, you just might lose another bet." His body language had returned back to its natural cocky-confident disposition.

"Yea Yea."

"Do you have an apron at home?" he asked while we were carrying the groceries in.

"I can wear Tyler's" I said.

"Nah I'll get you mine from the car. Just remove all the things from the bags and set it onto the counter top."

"You keep aprons in your car? Always ready to impress huh!" he just smiled and ran out the front door.

In two minutes, he was back with two aprons. He handed me my apron. My apron was a wine purple with the phrase on it which read 'Classy, Sassy and a little smart Assy'.

It was very pretty and very apt, at least that's what I thought. I bet Randall would beg to differ. Such a goofball. While I was admiring the apron, he had put his on. His was a simple black apron which said 'May I suggest the sausage'.

"Wow. Very appropriate." He winked and threw me one of the widest smiles.

"Okay, Chop Chop Kitten. Do you want to start by chopping the garlic?" he inquired.

I nodded. He set out the garlic on the cutting board and handed me a knife.

"Wait, do you wanna take a picture before we get our hands messy?" he said removing his phone from his pocket.

"Sure". He clicked a few selfies and then tightened his apron.

He took out the chicken and started cutting it. In a bowl, he put beaten eggs and in another, flour. I finished chopping my two cloves and I just stood quietly behind watching him coat the chicken.

"Do you wanna try to coat and fry one piece?" he asked, half his attention on the pan in front of him.

I stepped ahead and took one piece and coated it. I think now would be the best time to mention that I am terrified of oil splattering on me but still I went as close to the pan as my fear allowed, which in hindsight wasn't that close and half-kept half-threw the piece of chicken. And quite obviously it splattered.

This caused me to suddenly jerk back, knocking the plate of flour down with my elbow. What a surprise. Instantaneously me and Randall were on the floor, trying to scoop up and clean up the lumps the floor had made.

"You weren't joking when you said you're bad in the kitchen" he said laughing. "I have to record this."

He got up, switched of the burner and started recording me scooping up flour with my bare hands.

"Hey, Stop. Close your phone right now." I said standing up. My pants were flour coated and so were my hands.

"Or what Kitten?"

I took a big dollop of flour and threw it at him. The goal wasn't to cover him in flour but to make him stop recording.

"Oh, game on Kitten" He slowly inched towards me and before I could realise, he had thrown a handful flour over me. He starting chuckling. This meant war.

"Oh my Gosh, Dude, what did you do? My eyes, it went in my eyes." I said. Nothing had actually gone in my eyes, I just needed him to be a little closer for my next move.

"Oh Shit, I am sorry. I am so sorry. Wait let me see it." He came closer. I took my chance and emptied the rest of the flour on his head. There wasn't much flour remaining but after I dumped the plate on his head, there was none left for him to attack with.

The look on his face was priceless. I started laughing like crazy. He saw me and he too started laughing.

"Ooh you sneaky little thing."

By this point we were both on the floor, just sitting there covered in flour laughing like two crackheads.

"My mom is going to kill me. Look at all this waste of flour." I looked around. My kitchen look liked someone was trying to build a Winter Wonderland and failed miserably.

"Well technically, we couldn't use the flour again. So instead of waste, lets call it... optimum use of bad flour."

I smiled at his silliness. He did make a good point though.

As we were laughing, the house bell rang. I got up to open the door. Randall following just a few steps behind. As I opened the door a familiar face greeted me or rather didn't greet me.

"What the fuck is going on here..."

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