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skipped da girls chapter because there was literally nothing fun going on there wdbyhbixw
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"do you have any flour?" dj piped up, rummaging around in owens pantry, while the rest of the boys just stood off to the side awkwardly and watched.
"flour? uh... bottom cabinet. i think." the blonde responded, leaning on his counter and watching dj explore through his kitchen curiously.
after cody and geoff practically begged owen to raid his house for snacks to watch some movies, they came out empty handed at their return. so, dj suggested that the group of them had all tried baking some cookies. and due to duncans odd obsession with always trying to one up everyone around him and be the best, he suggested that they had all participated in a cooking competition.
men.
"how many ovens do you have? gosh." gripping onto a stove handle, harold peeled back the door and peered inside, before moving back away from it and taking a glance over at owen, who was in fact standing infront of yet another stove.
"five? my parents cook a lot so... theyre really good at it too!" owen grinned proudly, sending a glance towards a family photo frame across the room. everyone else instinctively looked towards it as well.
"that makes sense." alejandro insulted, rolling his eyes and leaning off of the counter to stretch out his arms. noah glared at him, though before he could speak, owen just laughed and pat the spainard on the back.
whether he didnt understand or was just trying to help the tension was a pretty tough call.
meanwhile, dj managed to get all the necessary ingredients placed out on the table. an over abundance of flour, eggs, salt and sugar, butter, and the list goes on, were tossed out on display.
"uh, how's this going to work? solos? duos? groups?" justin asked, leaning back on the kitchen wall. trent stood beside him, [put something here in editing @/futureme.]
"we could do the groups from before?" geoff suggested, before harsh glares from duncan, noah, alejandro, and justin had cut his sentence short.
"theres five ovens... somehow... so five groups." the only person with cooking experience, dj, had spoken up.
"two groups of three, three groups of two. since trent and dj won the first challenge thing, they should choose teams." harold proposed, to which everyone had mumbled along in agreement.
without even saying anything, trent took justins hand and moved over to separate himself from the rest of the group, making it evident he had already chose his partner.
after a few moments of thought, dj decided to settle on ezekiel and tyler. he knew very well that they wouldnt fair on their own very well, and that they needed all the help they could get, so them working with the only chef was a fair decision.
duncan and noah almost had to work together once more, but after several minutes of the two of them trying to convince owen that the 'bonding' exercise would never work out, and that one of them would probably end up dead, the final selected teams were cody and owen, a recipe (haha) for disaster, harold and noah, who probably would spend their whole time arguing about the most efficient temperature to cook an egg, and geoff, duncan, and alejandro, who would just be goofing off for half an hour until they realize that they actually had something to do. it was almost as if there was a higher power specially selecting teams that would have enjoyable dynamics and would create the most drama. but no, thatd be crazy.
so, after everyone separated off and met with their designated partners, just about each cooking utensil in owens kitchen was divied up between the twelve of them. shout out to whoever would do dishes the next day, you a real one.
