Save Me From Myself
Cookies!
"Oh oh oh! Let's make cookies!"
I jumped around the kitchen like a little kid, clapping and smiling a huge smile. I grabbed the cookie mix and ran over to Andy.
"Can we? Can we? Can we?!" I shoved it in his face as he flashed a grin. He took the cookie mix out of my hands and set it on the counter.
"I don't know..." Andy questioned. "Shouldn't we wait for the others to come back tomorrow and make them then?"
CC, Jinxx, and Jake had gone home for the night along with Paige and Ashley, who went out to a movie. My thoughts ran back to Paige's final words before she left.
"We're just gonna go out to a movie, so it's just gonna be you and Andy for the night." She winked and wrapped her arm around Ashley's waist. It was so weird yet hysterical at the same time. Just a few days ago, Andy couldn't so much as kiss me without Paige threatening to kill him; and now she was leaving us all alone thinking that we would... well there's no need to finish that thought. Why the sudden change in thought? Better not to question it...
I snapped myself out of thought.
"No! I wanna do it now, together!" I gave him another smile as I held his hand. "Plleeaaseee?" I dragged out the word, begging.
Andy gave me a long stare, then broke into a laugh. "Alright, fine. Let's make some damn cookies."
"Horray!" I cheered. I pulled him into a tight hug, grabbed the mix, and started rummaging through cabinets to find a bowl.
Finally, when I had found them, I reached up to grab a large, clear bowl. It was on the top shelf. But as I went to reach it, I found my arm coming up short by a few inches.
"Damn it! Why are these shelves so high?!"
I heard Andy bellow in laughter. "They're not high, you're just short."
"That is so not true! These are higher than normal!"
I was about 5'4. I wasn't super tall, but I wasn't that short either. Then again, wasn't everyone short to Andy? I mean... he is like 6'3 or something like that. I kept trying to reach.
Unexpectedly, I felt his hands grab onto my waist. He lifted me off the ground, and I giggled as I grabbed the bowl. As I felt him set me down, he flipped me over suddenly and held me bridal style, bowl still in my hand.
"Why must you always hold me like this?" I joked, giving him a playful grin.
He returned the grin. "I like holding you in my arms. Besides, you look cute like this."
I blushed a deep shade of pink.
"And," he whispered, "you know how much I love that blush."
I looked up into his crystal blue eyes, and gently kissed his lips. Only for a moment though, before I abruptly pulled away, and half-smiled. "No more kisses till we get started on the cookies."
"Aww.." he sulked, and set me down.
"Nope!" I retorted. "No whining. Now, go get the stuff we need to make the cookies."
"Fine..." he trudged over to the fridge, and glumly grabbed the ingredients.
I bent down to the lower cabinets and pulled out the flour, frosting, and sprinkles. Hey? I like making my cookies as sugary as possible. Now, it was time to bake.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Uggghh" Andy groaned. "5 more minutes?! It's already been like 10 hours!"
"It has not!" I pushed him away. "You have no patience."
"Oh you're one to talk!"
"Oh, really?" I questioned. I picked up a can of frosting. Before he had time to react, I sprayed him in the face with blue frosting.
"What the fuck?!" He jumped, and broke into laughter. "Emily, you are so gonna pay for that!"
"Come at me bro!" I bellowed.
Andy picked up the sack of flour, poured some in his hand, and got ready to throw.
"Eeek!" I screamed, trying to run. I couldn't fast enough though, the flour hit me in the side of my head, covering me in white.
Andy laughed harder.
"Oh, it. Is. On!"
Back and forth stuff went flying everywhere. Sprinkles, flour, frosting. And we kept at until we were both covered head to toe in cookie toppings. We were both breathing heavily, our laughter never ceasing, even after our sides started to hurt. I was about to say something to challenge him, when there was a ding!
"Cookies!!" Andy yelled with happiness, totally forgetting about the cookie feud. He grabbed a mitt, and pulled out the chocolate chip cookies. Just as he set down the tray, I heard the front door open. Paige and Ashley were home. Oh god.
I gasped. "We haven't cleaned up yet! We made such a mess!" I knew that I shouldn't have, but I started to laugh super hard. A second later, Andy started laughing too.
As soon as Paige walked into the kitchen, we heard her suck in a sharp breath, and Ashley did the same as he joined her.
"Ho-ly shit," Paige dragged out. Then a huge grin stretched across her face. "This is so fucking adorable I need a damn camera. Where is a camera?!" She ran around rummaging through drawers as we continued to laugh along with Ashley, who was now checking out the cookies.
Taking a good look at us, I saw that we did look ridiculous. flour covered our bodies mixed with rainbow colors. I walked close to him and put my arms around his neck. His hands moved to the back of my thighs, and he lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and giggled as I heard Paige yell, "found one!" she looked over to us and squealed. "Oh my god that's so fucking adorable, jesus! Stay just like that."
"No problem," Andy seductively said. He leaned in and gently kissed my lips. I heard a click! and saw a bright flash in my peripheral vision.
"I got it! God I'm putting this on my phone and making it my home screen!" Paige laughed as she pulled out her phone. Andy and I broke away. I gave him one more kiss on his cheek, then jumped off of him.
Andy groaned. "Now we gotta clean all this shit up!"
Ashley stepped in. "Woah, woah, woah. I don't care how fucking adorable this is. I ain't cleanin' this shit."
I gave him my best puppy dog face. "Pwease Ashwey?" I begged.
He gave me a stern stare, then sighed in defeat.
"Jesus Christ... fine! I'll help..."
I smirked.
"Damn," he said as he started to clean off the counter, "that face is lethal."
you should totally continue, this story is amazing! its one of my favorites!
4/21/15