Oneshots of Me and my OCs

Hell's Kitchen

Me and Zach gaped at the sight of the kitchen. There was food everywhere. Eggs and powdered sugar covered the walls and fridge. Melted chocolate and caramel were strewn all over the floor and island. There was even applesauce and jam covering the counters and ceiling, which had to be impossible.

Needles to say, it looked as if a food hurricane paid a visit to our once pristine kitchen.

And in the middle of it all stood the gang. Vanessa and El were covered in what looked like a combo of eggs and melted chocolate. Jordan and Carly had applesauce and powdered sugar in their hair and on their faces. Marc and Maeve looked as if they had taken a bath in strawberry jam and caramel.

We had gone out earlier to get some groceries for tonight's dinner, but for some reason everyone decided to take the time to wreck the place. There was no way we'd be able to cook anything now, let alone pack out the foods.

Taking a deep breath, Zach rubbed his head and asked, "Alright...what happened here? Someone better explain. Now."

Chuckling awkwardly Marc stepped forward. "Well, you see...uh...it's kind of a funny story..."
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A few hours ago...

"Hey, where'd Zach and Kayla go?"

Jordan glanced up slightly from his laptop to look at Marc. Shrugging his shoulders, he replied, "Dunno. They said they were heading out to grab something for dinner. Said they'll be back in a while." He then turned his attention back to the game on his laptop.

Marc suddenly grinned and exclaimed, "That's perfect!!"

Jordan raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Uh, what do you mean?"

"Hello, isn't it obvious? With the two most uptight people out, we can do whatever we want!"

Jordan just gave him an unimpressed look. "In case you've forgotten, El's still here. And she's uptight."

Marc scoffed and said, "Big deal. Once she hears what I've got planned, she'll have to join in!"

"...alright. What stupid ass idea have you come up with this time?"

"Hey my ideas aren't stupid!"

"The indoor pool?"

"It was a one-time thing..."

"DIY bath bombs?"

"Ok, so I used the wrong ingredients..."

"What about the-"

"Alright I get it!", Marc huffed. "But seriously, this is something that won't cause a mess, hurt anyone, or even wreck the place! It's simple, fun, and-"

"Can you just tell me what it is already?", Jordan snapped impatiently.

"Geez, alright Mr. Grumpy. It's a cooking competition."

"...."

"What?"

"Dude, are you serious? That is something that could cause a serious mess. Besides, you can't even cook!"

"Excuse you, but just this morning I made a lovely batch of boiled eggs."

".... I'm pretty sure anyone and everyone can make boiled eggs Marc."

"W-Whatever! My point is, this is something that could bring us closer together! Cooking is an ancient ritual that has been passed through generations, it's sacred secrets shared between close ones, the delectable delicacies forging the most powerful bonds, the-"