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"Two teaspoon of baking soda. Yes, that one. No-That's a tablespoon." I said, looking at Tyrone amusingly.

He looked up, completely frustrated. It's been thirty minutes since we've started cooking and I could say that Tyrone really sucks at baking.

He messed up the easiest things like adding baking powder and baking soda. He doesn't know the difference of tablespoon and teaspoon is. He almost added one cup of salt instead of sugar, thank god I saw it before he could pour it all in the bowl.

Tyrone insisted that I was the one who should preheat the oven while I tell him what to do about the cake batter. Apparently he wants to learn a thing or two about baking.

As you know, I have strong love for food especially sweet foods. My mother absolutely loves baking and that's something I learned from her when I was small.

"What's the fucking difference? It's still a spoon." He snaps, as I showed him what the teaspoon is.

I glared,"The difference is if you add to too much, it can mess up the cake and trust me, you don't want that to happen." I said, turning to the bowl.

He sighed before watching me mix all the dry ingredients. A silence fell upon as but it wasn't awkward or anything.

"Can you check the oven?" I mumbled, stretching my arm so that he could move forward with our cuff hands.

I distractedly mixed the bowl, my thoughts drifting to Chica and Jax. I was very thankful for what they did, we weren't that close but they still went on and thought of something that could help me build a friendship with Tyrone.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when a huge white smoke envelope my senses. I gave out a gasp when I realized it was flour blown to my face by none other than Tyrone.

"What the hell?" I screeched out, coughing the flour everywhere.

I angrily turned to Tyrone, wiping the white away from my face. When he caught sight of my expression, he started laughing.

The sound making me freeze, it was deep and lively, completely the opposite of how he acts. He was clutching his side, his head thrown back slightly.

I paused, realizing that this is the first time I heard him laugh. I looked at him and felt star struck, his hair flopped messily and his lips were in a full on blown smile.

I bit my lip, stopping the smile from erupting. Ignoring him, I started to mix the ingredients but not before feeling something smack on my head.

I gasped, the goey feeling of eggs started to slide down from my hair and clothes. Turning to the laughing culprit who seems to be enjoying this too much.

"You fucking asshole." I cursed, taking a handful of flour before smacking it straight to his face.

This time, it was my turn to laugh at his bewildered expression and I didn't get the chance to stop him from taking the whole bowl and dumping the contents all over me.

"Tyrone! We worked hard for that!" I screeched, pulling the bowl away from my head and wiping the mixture out of my eyelids.

"You started it!" He accused, childishly pointing a finger at me.

I glared at him, flicking the mixture on his forehead."No, you started this!" Taking remaining cocoa powder before smacking it on his clothes.

"Why you littl-" He didn't get to finish the sentence because I smacked the butter straight to his lips.

He sputtered immediately, my hyena laughter feeling up the kitchen. Taking a hold of the butter from me, I let out a squeal when he started to wipe it on my neck and arms.

The cuffs didn't give us much distance and I could only take a step back, his hands coming up to my sides and started to tickle me, the butter falling to the floor.

A squeal erupted in me as he tickled me without mercy. I tried to stop his assault but it was no use.

"Stop! Hahaha! I can't haha breath! Hahaha! You sick fucktard! Stop!" I half cursed- laughed, taking a step back.

Since we were both laughing hysterically, I didn't notice the butter that fell on the floor and slipped, both of us tumbling down.

My cheeks reddened at the feeling of his hard pecs against me, his arms on each my side to prevent himself from crushing me.

"Oh ship! I'm sorry!" I said embarrassed, trying to sit up and ended up bumping heads.

Tyrone let out a small groan, helping me up, the feeling of his warmth had my heart hammering wildly.

"Oh shit," I murmured, glancing at the mess we made."Chica would kill us." Glancing at him with a worried look.

"She'd kill us if we don't bake the cake." Tyrone corrected, flickering something out of my hair.

I turned to him."Let's start over?" I offered, meeting his eyes.

Tyrone paused, seeming to caught on."I don't know, can we?" He asks, his expression turning serious.

"Of course, we can." I answered, fighting back a smile.

After that, we didn't talk much. Focusing on redoing the cake but from the stealing glances that we shot each other, I knew it was more than that.

There were a few times where we had to stop, taking a few pictures of the cake and some selfies to prove our point that it was indeed us.

The kitchen was now sparkly clean, Tyrone waiting for me to finish washing the dishes and was typing on his phone.

After that, Tyrone led me to the bathroom at the living room. Making me stand in front of the sink, cracking a smile at how ridiculous we looked.

"Why did you bring me here?" I asked dumbly, looking from the mirror to him.

He suddenly grinned, evily might I add, and brought up his hands. My eyes widened before bringing my hands to cover my upper body and closed my eyes.

I could feel the heat of his body coming closer before something soft was rubbed unto my face.

Opening my eyes in confusion."What are you doing?" I asked, my brows furrowing.

He rolled his eyes,"I'm wiping the dirt silly." He retort, a small cloth in his hand.

"You know, I could just wash my face right." I mused out, watching his concentrated face.

He sighed,"I'm trying to be. . . nice so can you like shut up?" He said, a trail of annoyance evident in his voice.

I bit my lip, closing my eyes instead since I can't seem to stop my laughter from escaping my lips because of the cocoa powder making him look like an ompaa lompa.

When he was done, I took the cloth from him and washed it. It was my turn to return the good deed.

"If you smothered me with that, I will tickle you again." He threatened, eyes narrowed.

I rolled my eyes," I'm wiping the dirt away silly." I mimicked, bringing the cloth to his face.

He closed his eyes, surprisingly not fighting back and instead letting me. Hmm, interesting.

As I wiped the dirt away, I could quietly examine his features closely without a problem of getting caught.

I'm jealous of how his brows and lashes were thicker and longer than mine. He had a few freckles dusted on his nose and somehow, his jawline looks attractive and it seemed like it can get any girl by just tensin-

Okay, enough Zoe. You're already sounding like an obsessed stalker.

A weird feeling started from within me but I ignored it, as the cloth got closer to his lips. I couldn't help but be jealous of how irresistible they look.

He wasn't even puckering or pouting. I mentally grimace when I remembered myself applying red lipstick on my face onetime and trying to make a perfect 'pout selfie' in my phone.

Let's just say I looked more horrible than Mrs. Potato.

I shook my head and brought my eyes back to his lashes and almost took a stepped back when I noticed his eyes were already open.

His eyes met mine and he wasn't glaring like he usually does.

He was simply staring at me.

and that's when I started to word vomit.

"Wow! I you freckles! Gorgeous on you! Me jealous of thick brows and lashes! Don't know how you gr-" He slapped his hand unto my mouth.

"What the hell? I didn't know you word vomit." He said, a puzzled expression on his face.

"You say it as if it's a bad thing," I said, pulling his hand away from my mouth.

He rolled his eyes,"I honestly tried to talk to a few girls before but I'd either have two response; they run or they stutter." He admitted, a hint of bitterness laced in his voice.

I felt my heart ache at his revelation. I guess deep down he was trying and it was something that I didn't think he could even do.

"Good thing I didn't stutter or run when you talk to me." I joked, a waggling my brows at him.

He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, my body freezing for a moment."Good thing you didn't." He murmured, a soft smile on his lips.

I stood there dumbfounded for a minute before letting a smile form on my own.

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