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𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬

ricky x nini

"Mind passing me your bowl?" I ask as I finish stirring the dry ingredients.

"Uh...I'm not exactly finished yet," Ricky says.

"Oh come on how long could it possibly-"

My jaw practically drops to the floor as I look at the mess he managed to make. There's egg yolk sliding off the side of the bowl, milk in a puddle by his feet, and oil on the counter. More ingredients are everywhere that I can't even name. I slowly walk up to the bowl and gag as I take a whiff of the mixture. All sorts of colors are inside, from green to red. I look behind the bowl and see different spices and seasonings. What was going through his head?

"H-how did you manage to do...this," I say as I look up at him.

He looks just as bad. Flour decorates his face, almost as if it were a Halloween costume. It sure would be a scary one.

"It's umm...a long story," he says.

I can't utter a word. I just stand in place and keep looking around. My eyes land on the empty egg container and empty milk carton. Looks like we aren't making cookies anymore.

"Everyone's coming over in a matter of minutes, and we now can't make cookies. What are we going to give them? Flour?" I start to panic, my British accent coming out.

"Oh, I have an idea! We could mix flour and water and bake it!" He suggests.

I laugh at his lunatic idea.

"Look I made you smile," he says, causing my cheeks to turn red.

"And blush. Do I get bonus points for that?" He chuckles.

"I'm supposed to be mad at you," I cross my arms.

"Good luck with that," he smirks and dips a hand into the bowl, "I'm just too charming," he smears it on my cheek.

"That smells dreadful," I gag as I wipe it off.

"I know right," he chuckles.

"I think I'm gonna pass out," I exaggerate as I fan myself and stumble into his arms.

"Oh no, whatever shall I do?" he laughs as he picks me up and carries me to the couch.

"I think I need...a true love's kiss," I breathe out dramatically.

"Well that's simple," he grins.

He slowly leans in until I can feel his breath on my face. Before our lips make contact, loud knocking comes from the front door. I groan and he chuckles.

"Well, princess, looks like we need to speed this up," he smirks before leaving a small peck on my lips.

a/n

this was originally going to have to do with Christmas and I was going to do a cliche food fight or whateva but decided against it.

but let me know if you want a Christmas one since it's in 4 whole days omg wait I can't believe it. Like it doesn't feel like Christmas is in 4 days honestly

k bai