2B (Bruno Mars fanfic)

Chapter 42

Dani´s P.O.V.

 

When Ryan got back from the store, I kind of helped him decorate the backyard, but then I got stuck in the kitchen trying to bake a homemade cake for Liam. I just left Bruno to help him with that. Although Ryan bought a cake at the store, I decided to make one myself. I mean, homemade cake is homemade cake and there is nothing that can surpass it. Of course, only if it's done properly. Mine started to get on my nerves because it was FAR from perfect.

 “Dammit!!” I shouted in frustration when I took the third sponge from the oven. It did not come out right. It was leaning and clumpy. I slammed the pan onto the counter making the flour that I had left on the counter to fly around the kitchen. I even managed to burn the tips of my fingers.

 “Why God? Why are you doing this to me? Why are you making it so damn hard to bake a cake?” I growled to myself as I felt arms wrap around my waist.

 “How's it going?” Bruno asked me and gave me a quick peck on my cheek. He walked away and went to the fridge to grab some bottles of water for Ryan and his self. I shot him a glare. I was so pissed and I didn't want anyone to bother me, not even him. I need to be alone to figure out what I could possibly be doing wrong.

 "Not good, huh?” He asked carefully as he looked at my cake that had a burnt bottom and a raw top. He bit down on his lip trying to refrain himself from laughing. I shot him another glare letting him know that he was gonna be a dead man if he began to laugh. Any other time this would be funny to me, but right now I felt so frustrated that I was not in the mood to laugh.

 “Can I help? Just tell me what to do.” Bruno asked, kindly offering his help. He can't save me, not this time, only a miracle and a prayer can help this catastrophe. Even then I doubt that will help.

 “If I knew what to do, I'd do it my damn self.” I snapped back in frustration. I rubbed my forehead, thinking of what I'm doing wrong.

 "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's just I'm so confused." I sighed and ran the back of my hand over my forehead again. Bruno looked at me goofily and burst out laughing.

 “Now what?!”I asked perplexed. I dropped my hands in exhaustion, letting them to hang next to my tired body. Bruno smiled and pulled me close to him.

 “You have chocolate all over your face.” He said smiling. His glided his index finger over my cheek and assured me that he was right. There was really chocolate on my face. He licked his finger and I sat on one of the bar stools in the kitchen stunned by his action. I caught him looking at me mischievously as he walked towards where the paper towels were. I bent my head down because of the heat that rushed to my cheeks.

 “I tried my best Bruno. But, I don't know what more I can do. I'm so dumb I can't even bake a cake. I give up.” I said raising my both hands in the air as the sign of surrender. He walked back over to me with a wet paper towel.

 “Don't say that! You're not dumb. Remember, you didn't sleep well, and today just isn't your day for baking. Tomorrow will be better. Don't stress out over this. It's just a cake.” Bruno said, cleaning my face, trying to console me. He stood between my legs and I blushed remembering the things that went down last night.

 I must look like a crazy woman, all smeared with chocolate while panicking about the cake. No wonder he could not endure and burst into laughter.

 “I guess what you're saying makes sense but…” I started saying, but he interrupted me.

 “You guess?!” He looked at me with one eyebrow raised. He stopped cleaning my face.