Cookies = love

[Addison Micklesen]

Addison hummed lightly to herself as she walked through the corridors of the school, finding her way without a problem in spite of the darkness. It was late, well past the curfew and the janitors were done with their work, so there wasn’t too much risk of being caught. She had no school work to do tomorrow (it was Friday, and since she was almost up to date she’d decided she’d take a little break and keep it for Sunday) and so she’d decided to do something she’d been wanting to do since she’d gotten to the Academy. Bake something. It was slightly more dangerous to bake at school rather than at home, because for one thing, Addie was a night cook, and for another, students weren’t allowed in the kitchen during the day. Well, logically, they weren’t allowed during the night either, so that was two rules Addison was breaking merely to bake cookies. Oh well, if she got caught, she could always try to offer some as a peace offering, and if that didn’t work, she’d simply have to face the consequences of her craving for chocolate. Besides, she wasn’t a proud girl, but when it came to cookies, she had no complex in saying that her own were her favorite, and they really were her own too. Well, she hadn’t completely made the recipe from scratch, but she’d modified it to a point where she could claim it as her own.

Of course, Connor also had a bit to do with her doing this. She’d jokingly suggested giving him cookies for the portrait, but she’d figured it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. Besides, it gave her one more reason to bake them, and it was also a way of thanking him for his help. Had her mother been there, she’d have teased her by saying that the way to a man’s heart is his stomach, but luckily enough for Addison, she wasn’t there, so that was a good thing. Earlier that day, during their History class (she was in the same group as him), she’d actually told him what she would be doing that night, even suggestion he could join her if he wanted, but she wasn’t sure if he’d thought she was being serious or kidding around. She hadn’t clarified anything because then he’d left the classroom with his friends, and she highly doubted he would show up, but there was a small part of her that still hoped he would. Besides, it wouldn’t be as boring waiting for the cookies to be ready and cleaning up if she wasn’t alone.

So after finishing her day, she’d headed off to the market and had bought the needed ingredients, along with all the other things she was due to buy, like her bed sheets and cover and some other decorations for her bedroom, figuring it was about time she took care of it. Now all her bags, for which she’d actually had to take a cab to get back to the Academy, were scattered around the room. Well, at least, her side of the room. That perky Freshman they’d made her room with wouldn’t have appreciated it otherwise, and even then she wasn’t sure that she liked seeing any part of the room in any kind of mess. After getting back from her shopping trip, she’d read and drawn until it was after the curfew and Mandy was asleep, before sneaking out of her dorm room and into the Academy, careful not to be caught by the security cameras – she knew where they were placed by heart anyway – and now she just had to finally reach the cafeteria.

When she saw the door ahead at last, she quickened her pace and pushed it open, quickly walking over to the counter that separated the lunch room from the kitchen, jumping on top of it swiftly and swinging her legs to the other side, sliding off the counter into the kitchen. Grabbing her grocery bag, she went over to switch on the lights, blinking a few times as her eyes got used to the bright lights of the room. She then tried to remember where she’d found the mixing bowls and all that was needed before – because it wasn’t the first time she did something like this, she’d done it a few times the previous year. Trying to be as quiet as possible, which wasn’t all that easy for her, she started looking around the room, opening the cupboards doors and drawers, searching until she found everything that was needed. That done, she grabbed the grocery bag and took out the ingredients, having bought every single thing though she knew she probably could have found sugar and flour in the kitchen, before taking the folded and faded recipe out of her back pocket, placing it on the counter. Well, that was going to be fun.

[Connor Micklesen]

Connor lay in his bed staring at the ceiling. He was trying to figure out what he wanted to do, Addison had let him know what she was planning to do that night during History class. He was pretty sure that she was serious about the whole thing but he still wasn't sure if he even wanted to go. Well actually he was sure that he wanted to go, but that was a different part of it all together. He enjoyed spending time with Addison and she thought that she was a great person... and he was attracted to her, however she had been extremely right with what she'd said in their first meeting. Therefore earlier when his friends had all been around and started asking him questions he ended up blowing them off and not saying anything. Well at first anyway, but soon enough he'd ended up telling them anyway. That was one of the things about him, he just couldn't really keep anything from his friends. With the right about of prodding they could get him to talk about whatever it was they wanted to know. When they had gotten the story out of him they'd all looked at him expectantly. Wondering if he was actually going to do what she had planned, he hadn't said anything at first, but just like before they'd managed to get an answer out of him and the one that they wanted.

He'd looked at them all and gave them all a half grin. "Come on guys what do you think?" he'd asked. Once again they'd just stared at him not quite happy with his answer yet. He wasn't even sure why he'd cared so much about what they thought but he did, so he had given them the answer that he knew that they'd like. "Of course I'm not going to go. Come on baking cookies? With her? What do you think I'm crazy or something? You know what kind of stuff is said about her. Honestly guys you need to have a reality check if you actually thought that I was going to go." he'd said with a snort. After that he'd managed to change the subject because his friends had seemed content with that answer. As they didn't bring up the subject again, something that he was thankful for after all he already felt bad about it.

Actually in all the time that he'd spent laying in his bed staring at the ceiling since the lights in their room had been turned off he'd spent the majority of the time feeling guilty, well that and trying to decide whether or not to go. But mostly guilty that he'd said that kind of stuff to his friends, after all Addison was a nice person... or at least she seemed to be. Either way she hadn't done anything to him that would deserve that kind of treatment from him. And it was all because he wanted to protect his reputation and didn't want his friends to think things about him. Wow, the more he thought about it the more he realized that he was pretty pathetic about all of it. The reasoning behind his actions wasn't all that great... alright admittingly it was stupid. However, he couldn't stop himself when it was happening. At the time that it was a good idea or at least it seemed like a good idea. That was probably his main problem, he didn't think about what would happen later as a result of his actions. He just hoped that Addison wouldn't find out about it.

He stayed there for a minute more before he made his choice, he was going to go. Despite what he'd told his friends, after all he didn't really mean anything that he said to them anyway. He enjoyed spending time with Addison so that was what he was going to do... even if it did turn out to be a bad choice in the end. He would enjoy the time while it lasted. He sat up and got out of his bed, looking over at Andrew's bed. He was pretty sure that he wouldn't care in the slightest if he left. After all Andrew didn't seem like the type to follow all of the rules (actually, from what he'd heard he wasn't the type to follow all of the rules) and he most certainly didn't look like the type that would rat other people out for not following the rules. That would be quite a bit hypocritical in his case. So he threw on his shoes and headed out of the room. Now came the tricker part, the actual sneaking out part. After all he'd have to avoid security cameras to do so. He knew where most of them were so he was pretty sure that he'd be able to pull everything off without getting caught. Or he hoped so anyway, he really didn't want to have to face the consequences of being caught sneaking out after curfew. He'd been caught once before in his freshmen year and he didn't plan on repeating that experience again.

Once he'd managed to get out of the building he just had to make his way over to the cafeteria. He didn't really rush on his way there, knowing that it would increase his chance of getting caught, but he kept a quick pace. When he reached the doors he smiled slightly, happy to have reached it without getting caught. He walked across the cafeteria seeing that Addison had already beat him there, by the way that all the lights were already turned on. He reached the counter that separated the kitchen from the lunch area and smiled slightly as he saw Addison taking everything out of some grocery bags. He looked at all the things there and realized that he had no clue what most of it was for as he didn't know how to cook but he was pretty sure that Addison would be doing most of the cooking anyway. Or at least he really hoped that was the case, as he didn't really want to mess up the cookies and then not be able to get any of them. He figured that he might as well let her know that he was there, seeing as she hadn't started anything so there wasn't any chance of him messing her up.

"Hey, so you were really serious then," he said teasingly with a grin at her. "Because if you were serious about making the cookies then I really hope that you were serious about how good these cookies are going to be. Because I've got to admit that I'm quite excited about actually getting to have some. It would really suck if you built them up for no reason." He noticed that he was really comfortable around her, which was sort of surprising. They hadn't actually been around each other all that much, so he supposed that he was just more surprised that he was able to be so comfortable around her with the amount of time that he'd known her and not just surprised about being comfortable around her.

He looked around for a minute trying to find the way that she used to get into the kitchen. Though after he couldn't spot any doors he assumed that she probably just jumped over the counter. So he decided to follow her lead and jumped unto the counter, getting off of it as quickly as possible and then walking over to her. He looked over the ingredients trying to figure out which type of cookies that she'd be making. It wasn't much help though so he decided that he'd be best off just asking her. "So let's see you're going to be making what kind of cookies?" he asked, debating on just grabbing the folded up piece of paper and seeing if it was written on there. Which might have been a bit more fun then waiting for her answer, but it was probably best to jut let her answer. So he looked at her expectingly with a small grin on his face. He was feeling better about coming the longer he stood there.

[Addison Micklesen]

Not knowing whether Connor would be coming or not, Addison decided she might as well start putting some order in the stuff she'd brought to get ready to start mixing and baking. She'd taken most of it out already but there were still the mesuring cups that she had to find, and the table and tea spoons too. Last time she'd come, they were in the same place as the mixing bowls, but she hadn't seen them this time, and since she didn't want to make too much noise while looking for them so it'd probably go slower than she wanted. Sighing lightly, she decided that she'd finish emptying her grocery bags after she'd found everything she needed and started walking around the kitchen, trying to see if they would be placed on the counters, which she pretty much hoped, because she didn't have all that much time and if she started spending all of it on hunting for mesuring cups, she'd have to rush to prepare the cookies themselves, and that didn't usually end up with good results. She tended to burn them or something of the sort when she hurried up to cook, because for her it was something relaxing, something she was suposed to enjoy. She loved baking, but if it started being a stressful thing, it didn't give the same results, and she didn't plan on having spoiled cookies tonight.

She sighed and frowned when she didn't see anything on the counter tops and decided they must be in a drawer or a cupboard. After checking those that were attached to the wall over the counters and realizing there only were dishes in them, she got down on her knees to start checking those that were under the counters. It took her a few tries but after a few minutes, she finally saw them in a cupboard. Groaning lightly as she noticed they were way back in the cupboard, she moved a bit closer, entering her head in the cupboard and reaching blindly to grab the things she needed and taking them out as soon as she got her grip on them, repeating the motion a few times until she got it all out. Forgetting she was in a rather secluded place, she moved to get back to her feet instantly, banging the back of her head hard on the top of the cupboard and letting out a small cry of pain mixed with surprise.

Swearing loudly, she got out of where she was and got back to her feet for real this time, rubbing the back of her head while grabbing the stuff she'd left on the floor with a scowl, as though it was their fault she'd hurt her head, which in some way, actually, it was. She walked over to the counter where she'd placed all her things already and practically threw the mesuring cups and spoons on it, still grumbling and swearing though it was more under her breath now. Sighing as she shook her head, she went back to taking her things out of the grocery bags, making sure she had everything she needed once more as she unfolded the paper with the recipe on it and checked the ingredients one by one, nodding each time she saw it was there. When she was done with that, she folded it again and placed it back on the counter with a light sigh, placing the grocery bag aside when she heard some sounds coming from the cafeteria. She bit down on her bottom lip, wondering if it was Connor or somebody that shouldn't be here, as she looked up to try and figure out who it was.

When she saw it was indeed Connor, she grinned widely and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, glad to see him there. She was actually even more happy to see him than she'd expected, and quite shocked by it too. For one thing, she hadn't thought he would come at all really, though she'd kept hoping. She'd seen the way his friends had looked weirdly at him after she'd talked to him, as though she was insane to think he was even gonna talk back. In some way, she wasn't certain he'd denied that if they'd talked to him about it - from what she'd figured during their first meeting, he would surely be the kind to tell other people what they wanted to hear. Obviously, she couldn't be certain that she was right about that, and there was a small part of her that couldn't help but want him to admit they were getting to know each other, and would even become friends somehow, some time. But she figured it might take a little while before he did that, so she didn't overly mind him denying that he hung out with her sometimes. If she wanted it to keep going that way, she'd just have to suck it up.

"You still got a lot to learn about me," she said with a teasing grin, nodding slightly. "I might joke around a lot and not seem overly serious most of the time, but I'm never kidding when it comes to cookies," she said with an overly serious look on her face, which hardly lasted a few seconds before the grin came back to her face. "And obviously, they are good. They're the best I tell you," she said with a small laugh. "And you'll never have tasted anything like them either, cause that's an original recipe, made by yours truly," she added, smiling. "Well of course I based some of it on other recipes for the quantities, mainly, but I've changed some things and added a lot too. So you'll have plenty to eat, and you won't be disappointed," she added with a grin, nodding slightly. For some reason, she always felt happy when he was near. She didn't feel like she had to hide who she was, it was like she could be whoever she was and there was no fear of judgement. At least, she hoped he wasn't judging her. It wouldn't necessarily be surprising or rare that somebody judged her, but still.

When he asked what kind of cookies she was making, she smiled and took the recipe, unfolding it and handing it over to him. "Mostly chocolate," she said, smiling. "Lots and lots of it. I'm a sucker for chocolate, so I try to put as much of it in any kind of dessert I make. Sometimes I try to keep it to a minimum since other people aren't necessarily as fond of it as I am, and too much of it can make them a bit sick, but this recipe has a lot of it in it. Chocolate chips, cocoa, stuff like that. So I hope you love chocolate," she said. She really doubted that he didn't, but who knew. Maybe he liked it moderately, if that was the case she could try to modify the recipe a little, but she didn't exactly want to either. Anyway, she didn't know how it would turn out if the recipe was different, sometimes changing a mere detail could ruin the whole.

As she let him read the recipe, she started opening the packages of sugar and flour she'd bought and brought over some of the mixing bowl, coughing a little when some of the flour flew in the air a little, rubbing her eyes lightly. She figured she'd probably end up covered with it somehow, she always did. Flour was a tricky thing. She hated the texture, but it was pretty much an obligation to put some of it in most dessert recipes, especially cookies. But it tended to cling to her skin, clothes and hair, and so she pretty much hated it by principle. She couldn't see it either, but she already had a bit of it on her arm and on her cheek from when she'd rubbed her eyes. She didn't know how much Connor wanted to participate in mixing the ingredients so she figured she might as well start already, putting the needed amount of dry ingredients (flour, baking powder, a bit of salt, stuff like that) in one of the mixing bowl and mixing it together slowly. She then looked over at him, smiling lightly. "So, do you want to help or eat them?" she asked with a light grin. "Either way I don't mind so I'm letting you choose."

[Connor Micklesen]

Connor grinned slightly as he heard her comment. He was happy to see that she was being herself around him (or at least he thought that she was). He found that he was a lot more of himself around her, a lot more then he was around anyone else. Maybe it was because she didn't look like she was about to judge him for everything. She didn't seem like that type of person. She didn't care what others thought about her, so why should she have cared about other people in that way? It wouldn't have made any sense for her to... then again from his experience he often knew that girls didn't make any sense, and as she'd just reminded him he didn't know her all that well yet. Still, he liked to think that she wasn't about to judge him for his actions... or at least not majorly anyway. He preferred not to think about what she thought of him actually. It was probably good, considering that she'd seemed really happy that he'd come and it was probably as a friend. Which was how it should have been... friendly. They could be good friends, just friends. He didn't want anymore then that (despite the voice in his head telling him otherwise) and he was sure that she probably didn't either. So they were all good, all good and friends.

He looked at the recipe card that she'd handed to him reading through the ingredients as she spoke. He saw that she wasn't kidding about the amount of chocolate that she put into the cookies. He was a little surprised to hear that she'd been the one to make the recipe, but after thinking about it it made sense that the recipe wouldn't be from anything else. Not very many people liked quite that much chocolate. In fact, probably a lot of people would get sick from so much chocolate. He didn't actually know what his own chocolate tolerance level was. He liked chocolate well enough though, so he figured that he would just try them and see how he liked them. If he didn't really like them then she'd just have more that she could eat later. He didn't want to mess up her recipe for her, which he'd been known to do when he asked people to change something in it. Besides even if he didn't get to eat any of the cookies then at least he got to spend some time with her, which was a plus. It wasn't like he couldn't go buy some cookies himself if he didn't get any right then. He'd really almost forgotten what homemade cookies tasted like.

"I think that I'll probably be able to handle the chocolate," he said with a small smile. "And if I'm not able to then I'll just have to get over my disappointment of not having edible cookies," he said teasingly to her. "Though I honestly don't see how someone could like to eat so much chocolate. How did you even come up with the recipe for it?" He knew that a lot of people that cooked often experimented with adding things together and going through the process of trail and error. He couldn't even begin to imagine what the cookies would probably be like if she had started with even more chocolate then the recipe called for then. If there had been more in it then she probably would have just a big chunk of chocolate with some other ingredients spewd about in it. Which actually would have been quite amusing to see.He wondered if she'd tested them with anyone else. Well obviously she would have tested them with someone else by now, considering how warn out the recipe card looked. So if it was really all that bad then someone else probably would have told her. Unless they were all very chocolate crazy too, which he hoped really wasn't the case.

When he heard her ask what he wanted to do he had to think about it for a minute. He couldn't cook to save his life so he'd probably just end up getting in her way, yet he found that he actually wanted to help a bit. The last time that he'd ever helped with cookies was when he was around ten. He and his mother used to do it all the time when he was younger and then the money happened and she just didn't really have all that much time anymore and then his parents started fighting with one another and wanted him to choose between the two of them... and at that point he didn't really want to do anything with his mother anymore. She was almost like a different person, not the same one that he wanted to spend time with. Since then he really didn't like to do anything with cooking, but maybe tonight was a night to start over. A time to get a new perspective on things. It might even work out for the best. The worst that could possibly happen was that he screwed the whole thing up... which admittingly wasn't all that horrible on the scale of bad things that could happen.

"I think I'll bake with you," he said with a small smile. He figured that he'd best warn her about his disastrous cookings skills first though. "I've got to warn you though, my cooking skills aren't exactly top of the line... or at any line really." He shrugged slightly, it wasn't anything that he could really help. No one ever offered to teach him cook and he wasn't that interested in the first place. "So I hope that you won't mind having to tell me how to do everything." He had a feeling that she wouldn't but he just wanted to make sure first so she wouldn't expect him to just be able to do everything that he told her to. That could be a potentially embarrassing situation for the two of them, more so for him than for her. He wasn't going to be able to do some of the simplest things because he'd honestly forgotten how he was suppose to do any of it anymore. "I haven't done any cooking in a very, very long time. So I hope that you'll forgive me," he said, giving her a half smile.

[Addison Micklesen]

While she was mixing the flour and a bit of the other ingredients as he read the recipe, she couldn't help herself and watching him over the mixing bowl, trying to do it subtly though the only subtle element was probably the fact that she had bangs that half hid her eyes, so it wasn't even because she was trying. She wasn't used to being subtle anyway, and honestly she didn't feel like trying to start now either. She didn't feel ashamed or anything of the attraction she felt toward him, and she didn't have any reason to either. She couldn't tell, however, if the attraction was only one sided, but she never managed to either, so that wasn't much of a surprise. As much as she could be good at reading people, she had troubles figuring them out when it had something to do with the way they felt about her. She usually just assumed, and most of the time she didn't assume in a right way either, mainly because most people didn't think of her in such good ways anyway. Somehow, she didn't think he had anything against her or didn't like her for that matter, considering he was spending some time with her. She figured he might think of her as a friend, and that fact in itself made her happy. She couldn't really hope for more, or at least she tried not to. Like any normal human being - which she could sometimes be considered as - she didn't like being disappointed, and she felt like she would be if she hoped for something more than friendship.

However, there was one other option. Something that wasn't entirely friendship, but not dating either. Friends with benefits could be rather fun to have. Of course, she couldn't be sure he'd be the type to go for that, and though she'd done it a few times herself, she didn't actually think of it as an option for everybody. But she had heard of a few things about him that could hint to the fact that he wouldn't necessarily be too much against the idea... that is, if he was attracted to her. There was one thing she could feel however, and though she couldn't be certain that she was entirely right about it, she thought she was rather close to it anyway. There was some kind of tension building whenever they were in the same room together, and though she couldn't know if it was the same for him, in her case, it always made it hard to stay away from him, to resist the urge to touch him, to kiss him even. It hadn't been quite like that at first though, but since the portrait project, she ached to get the same feeling as before, the kind of electricity that'd ran through her fingers, up her arms and through her whole body when she'd touched him, though it'd been for a strictly 'professional' reason. She figured the only thing she had left to do now was to keep her distances as much as she could without making it look like she was trying to keep her distances.

She looked back down at her mix, sighing inwardly as she rubbed her forehead lightly, leaving yet another trail of flour on her face. When she figured it was probably mixed well enough by now, she looked back up at Connor just as he spoke, smiling lightly and laughing a little. "Don't worry, it's not as bad as it seems," she said, shaking her head lightly. "When I say a lot, I just mean more than average. Though there's a lot of chocolate in the recipe, some of the other ingredients make it so that it doesn't taste too much, at least not in a way that's really disgusting," she nodded lightly. She'd probably made it sound like it was really too much chocolate for anyone to bear, but it wasn't quite so bad. Of course, people who didn't like sweet things so much and who prefered salty, spicy or sour, didn't fancy her kind of cookies so much, but she hoped he would like them. After all, though she was also making them for herself to enjoy, he was still part of the reason why she was making them too. It wouldn't be very fun if he couldn't manage to eat any because there was too much chocolate in it. "I mainly... well, really I just started mixing stuff one day and trying them out," she said with a small smile. "I'd always been curious as to how people came to make their own recipe so I wanted to try on my own. Then, when the result started tasting better, I asked for some friends to try them out too." She hadn't asked for them to try the first - if she'd asked anybody, it would have been her enemies. They really tasted bad.

She raised an eyebrow lightly when he didn't answer to her question about what he wanted to do now - she really wouldn't mind if he just stayed to eat some at the end and didn't want to force him to do anything either. She was about to tell him so when he answered. She couldn't help but grin lightly when he said that he didn't know how to cook really - she wasn't overall surprised. Not that she considered cooking to be a feminine skill only, but most teenage boys weren't necessarily too high on cooking either. She actually hadn't even planned on him helping her at all, so she wasn't about to complain if he wanted to try anyway. She was quite happy that he even wanted to. "It's fine," she assured him, still grinning lightly. "I don't mind showing you around or helping you even if I have to," she added. She tried to convince herself that it would only be with the intention to be helpful, but there was a small voice in the back of her mind that reminded her it would also be a reason to possibly get closer. She commanded the voice to shut up quickly, shaking the thought off. It wasn't the time to start getting these kind of ideas, especially not when he was at such a short distance from her.

Figuring she might as well give him something to do right away, she looked around for another mixing bowl and put it on the counter not too far away from her, getting the whisk that wasn't too far away from her and handing it over to him. "You can take care of the eggs for now," she said, smiling lightly. "It's probably gonna take a bit of time, since you'll have to beat them until the mixture is almost white, but if you have any doubts as to if it's ready or not, just show me," she added. "The faster you go, the sooner it'll be the right texture and color," she gave a small nod before grabbing the eggs as well. "You need two eggs and two yolks, but I'll take care of the latter," she said before he could worry about that fact. She let him to take care of the first two eggs, figuring he'd manage to break them correctly and if not, well, it'd only be two eggs lost so it wasn't too bad. She then grabbed two herself and walked to the nearest sink, using the trick her mother had showed her when she was younger and they were making cookies or cakes or anything else together and had to separate the white from the yolk. She broke the eggshell and let the egg drop into her hands, carefully switching it from one to the other until there was only the yolk left in her hands, bringing it over to the mixing bowl he'd be using and heading over to do the same process with the second.

[Connor Micklesen]

Connor smiled slightly when he heard her say that it wasn't really as bad as he thought that it was. He should have remembered that everyone had different measures of things. The again probably if he knew a bit more about cooking then he might have realized that it wasn't really all that much. However since he didn't, that was the result. Him looking like he knew nothing, well not nothing, but him looking kind of stupid. He didn't really like the feeling in the first place and considering that it was in front of Addison he liked it even less. Though he was pretty sure that for some reason she was expecting him to react that way anyway, maybe it was to be expected that he knew nothing about cooking after all. Or maybe it was just because she was convincing when she spoke. At least she was convincing to him when she spoke. Though he couldn't help but smile slightly when she answered his question though, he was glad that she'd been able to try them out with her friends. He would have even less reason to worry about something like that then. Which could only be a good thing.

He was happy that she was going to help him out a bit with everything that came to cooking. She didn't even seem to be upset about it either, she seemed actually happy to help him. He didn't quite no why, but he wasn't about to question his luck. Well actually a reason came to his mind, but it was a bit hypocritical. Though he could say that if she had to help him do something he wasn't going to be complaining in the slightest if it came with close proximity. Thought that would go completely against everything that he'd convinced himself of earlier, but he could get over that really. He tried to focus on something else that could be actually something else that was good. Something else that was good and not going to make him think in ways that he shouldn't. Well he guessed that it would actually be a little fun to learn a few things about cooking, especially because he didn't know really anything anymore. He always had admired people who could cook though, just because it took so much percision to get everything just the right taste. It was a skill that he didn't ever really stand a chance at having. He wasn't any good when it came to measurements, which was why he had some troubles with Science class.

He nodded slightly when she told him that he could take care of the eggs. Though he had no idea what that entailed, he was going to try anyway. He got what she was saying about mixing them together... well sort of. He would be able to figure it out either way. He stared at her like she'd just said something crazy when she told him that he'd need two eggs and two yokes. Well in his eyes it was crazy anyway. After all eggs and yokes came together in the same shell... how in the world was he suppose to get one away from the other if they were together?! It was confusing him greatly, even after she said that she'd take care of it. He watched her instead of actually taking care of the actual eggs. He was sort of amazed when she switched the egg from the yoke using her hands. It was actually kind of amazing to him, he'd never known that it was even possible to do such a thing. If he'd have been left alone he'd just have put in two eggs and called it good because the white part was the egg and the yolk was the yolk, that made sense to him.

When she was finished though he went over to the sink and washed his hands so that he'd be able to do as she asked. He waited to break the eggs until after she'd added the other yolk to the bowl. He didn't want to look even worse in front of her, because he already knew that his egg cracking skills weren't exactly the greatest. Though he'd try his best not damage them entirely. He took the first egg and cracked it on the bowl a couple of times until he could just pull it apart. It wasn't exactly even nor was it really neatly split, but at least he managed not to get any of the shell into the mixture. He was proud of that small accomplishment alone. He smiled and grabbed the other egg, going to crack it on the edge of the bowl. "You know Addison, I uh don't know anything about mixing things," he admitted to her as the egg became cracked. "So I was wondering if maybe you could help me a little?" He glanced over at her and unthinkingly ended up putting some pressure unto the egg that was in his hand, caughing it to crack completely and splatter onto his hands and shirt.

"Damn it," he muttered, looking around for something to wipe his and hands off with. He headed over to the sink first, to wash his hands off. His turned on the water on high, not used to having so much water pressure. Of course with his hands right under it, the water came off of them and directly unto his shirt. He quickly shut off the water but cringed looking down at his damp shirt. "Damn it," he repeated again. He was beginning to think that he was bad luck in the kitchen. "I'm so sorry Addison," he said with a sigh. "I think that I'm going to end up being bad luck for you." He couldn't believe how many simple mistakes he'd managed to make in the matter of minutes. If he thought that he'd looked stupid before, it was nothing compared to how he felt now. He was probably just going to have to sit back and not do anything to help if things kept up in the current direction, he'd end up completely ruining the cookies and making himself look like a fool.

[Addison Micklesen]

She couldn't help but grin lightly at the look of confusion that spread on his face when she mentionned they'd have to separate the yolk from the white of two eggs. She'd figured he might be confused by this, and she'd purposedly told him that before adding that she'd take care of it herself, mainly because she wanted to see the look on his face, and she was right to have done so - he looked really cute when wondering what the heck she was talking about. Well, in her opinion he pretty much looked cute all the time, but that was something else completely. She couldn't help but feel a bit awkward when she noticed he was looking at her while she took care of it, though she was well aware that he was only curious about how she would manage to separate the yolk from the white, but still, she could feel his eyes practically burning holes in her back and it made her feel strange for some reason, though she tried to act normal still. Well, as normal as she could ever act, which wasn't much now that she thought about it, but she could at least tried to anyway.

Shaking her head lightly to chase the thought away, she finished with the yolk and went to wash her hands as he started cracking the eggs she'd told him to take care of. She'd already done so before starting, but now her hands were all yucky and full of egg white on them, so that wouldn't really be helpful to keep things as clean as possible around. The less cleaning they had to do when they were the done, the better it'd be. She'd already had to clean a lot of stuff because she hadn't been careful enough, and she'd ended up spending more time washing it all than she had mixing the cookies and baking them, which wasn't overly a fun thing in itself. Being slightly weird, she actually liked doing the dishes when she was with someone, but alone it was something else entirely. Actually, she would do many things when she had someone to keep her company, someone interesting at least, because it made things less boring. And boring things were pretty much the only things she most definitely couldn't bare, though like anybody else she was often forced to.

She looked at him when he started talking again, smiling a little as she tilted her head slightly, taking a deep breath, subtly, or at least she hoped so, when he said maybe he'd be needing help with the mixing. That request, to her anyway, had close proximity written all over it. Of course, she'd been expecting it at some point, but now that she thought of it, she wasn't overly sure that she'd have her self control in check when it came to that. After all, she hadn't been close to guy in a rather long while, and there was no denying that she was attracted to him, so she wasn't sure how much good it would do to get even remotely close to him, considering it would most likely put them in a very awkward position if she ended up kissing him within an inch of his life, which sounded extremely tempting at the moment. Clearing her throat lightly, she decided on simply giving a small nod, smiling lightly. "Sure, I mean, there's no problem," she said. "It's pretty easy so I shouldn't have any hard time showing you how to," she added with a light grin.

She was about to add something else when she noticed the egg cracking in his hand and splattering all over his shirt. She tried very hard to control herself and manage to only let out a small giggle, figuring he probably felt bad enough about it without having to be laughed at on top of it. However, when he walked over to the sink and the water splashed over his shirt, it was too much for her and she just couldn't help it anymore, bursting into laughter almost to tears and slapping her hand over her mouth, wrapping her other arm around her waist as she doubled over slightly. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's... oh, I'm sorry," she said, forcing herself to stop laughing and walking up to him to take a look at his shirt, knowing it wasn't ruined but he probably wouldn't be very comfortable in this for the rest of the evening, seeing as now, on top of being sticky, it would be damp. "I mean, it's not your fault, accidents like that happen," she assured him with a light smile. "And on top of it, you didn't get any water or egg on me, so I'd have nothing to be upset about," she pointed out.

She bit down on her bottom lip as she kept glancing at his wet shirt, convincing herself that she was only evaluating the damage and not noticing that it now clung to his body a bit more before of the dampness. She forced herself to glance away, seeing the door in the back of the kitchen and knowing what there was in the room there - she'd had to use those by herself before too, but not many people knew it was there. There were lots of sets of dryers and washers behind that door. She glanced back at him with a small smile. "If you want, I can wash that," she suggested, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, pointing at the said door a bit nervously - she did want to see him shirtless, she didn't want it to seem as though she wanted to though. "I mean, there are some washers and dryers behind that door, so if you want... I mean, if you're not bothered by walking around the kitchen shirtless," she said a bit teasingly, trying to hide the fact that she really wanted him to say yes at that point. "It'd be better than hanging around with a damp, sticky shirt for the whole evening while the cookies are baking," she pointed out, hoping she didn't seem like she was insisting too much.

[Connor Micklesen]

He couldn't help but feel even worse about the whole situation when he noticed that she was laughing. After all, that defiantly wasn't a good sign for him. He really must have looked as stupid as he felt at that moment. Though he could at least tell that she was trying not to laugh, which was something good. At least she wasn't just laughing full out at him and not even trying to stop herself, that was a bright side to the whole disaster. Actually sure if he should have been glad that it was just Addison or not. On one hand there was the possibility that she had more likelyhood to just forget the situation and never bring it up again. On the other hand there was the fact that she was probably the last person that he wanted to do something so embarrassing in front of, and of course there was always the chance that she would decide not to just let the issue slide and bring it up again, causing him to be embarrassed around her another time. Then, there was the choice to have had his friends there. First of all that probably would have been better in the fact that they would be just as horrible with cooking in the first place so they'd all make stupid mistakes like the one he had with the egg. However, they still wouldn't let it go for a very long time. Really for some reason he preferred making a fool of himself in front of his friends.

Though it seemed like she was going to just treat it all like an accident, which it was really. Though with hearing what she said, he felt a bit stupid for apologizing earlier, though he was still going to try and justify it. "Yeah I know that I didn't get any on you... it's just that I'm pretty sure that I'm probably going to end up ruining your cookies for you," he said with a sigh. Actually more than anything else he was worried about the off chance that she'd tell him that she didn't want him to be in the kitchen anymore. He was actually enjoying having some more time with her, it'd be incredibly disappointing to loose out on it just because he was having an incredible amount of bad luck. Of course he supposed that if their time did get cut short that night for some reason like his lack of being able to handle anything that had to do with cooking properly, he was sure that he could come up with a reason to spend more time with her again later. It wouldn't be extremely difficult to think up a reason really.

He watched her slightly as she seemed to be thinking about something. Something that he really hoped wasn't about kicking him out. When he heard what she said though he couldn't help but smile slightly. He thought for a minute that there might be a bit more to it than she was trying to let on. He couldn't help but remember the drawing that she'd drawn not too long ago of him shirtless, but that was probably just a weird thing that happened. It was a bit arrogant of him to think that she just wanted to see him shirtless, it could be part of the reason, he'd allow, but it probably wasn't. After all she was just trying to help him out, like she'd said, it was a lot better to let her wash his shirt than to walk around with a damp and sticky shirt. He admit to admit that he wasn't liking the way that it was sticking uncomfortably to his body already. Plus he didn't really have a problem walking around shirtless anyway, after all it wasn't like his body wasn't in a shape that he didn't like it or anything. Actually he was quite happy with how his body was.

"Alright that sounds good," he said with a nod. He decided that the sooner he got the shirt off the better, so he unbuttoned the damp shirt and took it off holding it in his hands as he glanced at the door to which she'd referred. "Though really I can do my own laundry Addison." He gave her a small teasing grin, for some reason he had the feeling that she'd expect him not to be able to. "Just because my kitchen skills are horrific, doesn't mean that I don't know how to handle my clothes. I've always done my own wash loads. I would however be happy if you told me where I'd be able to find the soap once I'm in there." A lot of times different people set the laundry soap in different and sometimes odd places. He personally preferred just to leave it right in the most obvious place, which was directly next to the washer, and the same with the fabric softener and such. It made it basically impossible for him to loose it that way, which was good.

[Addison Micklesen]

Addie felt a bit bad about laughing when she realized he must be feeling bad enough about the whole thing already, though she really was making efforts to be nice about it and not laugh too much. It also pretty much made her think that she was even more right about him, what she'd told him on their first meeting, because if it'd been her in that situation, she'd have simply laughed it off and carried on with whatever she was doing. Sshe didn't get embarassed about things like that, mostly because they happened to her so often - like the fountain incident - and she was used to being dirty, always leaving the arts classrooms with her clothes covered in paint. Just now, she had flour on her cheeks and forehead, a bit of it on her nose and then on her arms too. Cooking was a messy thing and she had a lot of pictures to show it too, since her mom had loved taking pictures of her food covered daughter when she was younger, back when they still baked and cooked together. Of course, now she didn't get as much food on herself as she did when she was six years old - thankfully enough - but really, flour was a problem. As a kid, she had her face practically covered with it, causing her mother to tease her a lot, and even now she still did - for some reason, she thought it was cute. Personally, she couldn't really see what was cute about having traces of flour all over your face, but mothers were weird like that, especially since she was actually the only person who'd ever told her that.

She gave a small smile when he said he was sure he'd end up ruining her cookies, shaking her head lightly. "Don't worry about that, I won't let you do anything unsupervised if that makes you feel better," she said a bit teasingly. "And if there's anything you don't want to do because you're really sure you'll ruin it, I'll do it," she added, grinning lightly. She didn't mind it at all, in her mind it'd only allow her to spend even more time with him instead of them both doing their things on either side of the kitchen. "Besides, it's only good that you should learn how to cook," she pointed out with a small nod, still grinning lightly. "If you go to live in an apartment alone at some point, you can't survive only on frozen meals and stuff like that," she giggled softly, teasing him. After all, she knew a lot of guys didn't necessarily know how to cook and didn't realize they wouldn't always have a mother or even a girlfriend to ook for them, and she couldn't understand why that was either. She'd started cooking for herself when she was twelve after her parents' divorce, making dinner for her and her mother three days a week, because she'd figured she ought to get some practice.

When she saw the smile on his face after she suggested he took off his shirt in order for her to put it in the wash, she bit down on her bottom lip lightly, reading the meaning in it. He probably remembered that stupid drawing she'd made of him and now he'd guessed there was a bit more to it than she wanted to admit. Okay so she did want to see him shirtless, she was just a normal girl who liked shirtless guys. What could she do about it? Then again, that was really something she wanted to keep to herself for now, so she shrugged a little, tilting her head a little. "Well that's only a suggestion, just figured it might be a bit uncomfortable to have you shirt like that," she said. "But it probably wouldn't bother me, so yeah," she added, trying to sound indifferent, which would possibly make it even more obvious, but oh well. It wasn't as though it was illegal to be attracted to a hot guy. Really, the worst that could happen at this point was if he went and told her that he was gay. Now that would be a real bummer. Bisexual she didn't mind, it would be a bit hypocritical if she did anyway, but homosexual would pretty much lower her chance to, well, zero.

She forced herself not to stare when he started to unbutton her shirt, though she lamely failed for the first few seconds, ordering herself to look away when she figured she'd looked long enough, using a couple of swear words in her head. This was gonna be hard. Really hard. She couldn't really stare at his chest and pull it off subtly, seeing as she was a foot shorter than him and that meant staring straight ahead, which made it rather obvious what she was looking at. When he spoke up, she looked back at him, though this time she was at least looking at his face, laughing a little at what he said, her laugh a bit shaky, forcing her to clear her throat before she spoke. "Sorry for assuming otherwise," she said teasingly, grinning widely. "Well if I remember correctly, it's in the cupboard right above the washers, so you shouldn't have a problem with it," she then told him. "If you don't find it, you can just call be, but otherwise I'm gonna start melting the chocolate and stuff while you're doing that." She figured that having him out of the room for a few minutes would help her gain back the very little amount of self control she still had.

[Connor Micklesen]

He smiled slightly as she said that she'd help him out with the cooking by not letting him do anything alone, that was a good thing at least. He knew that he would probably need her help with quite a bit of things that she was going to do. He nodded slightly when he heard what she said about him learning to cook. It probably would be a good thing for him to learn how to cook before he ended up ever living in an apartment living on frozen meals. Which he could actually do, he didn't see what was so wrong with it. After all at least he'd be getting some sort of food into him, it was better than nothing. Besides he would probably end up living off of those types of things anyway even if by some miracle he did actually learn how to cook some good meals. He would probably rarely want to take the time to actually plan out and make a home cooked meal. Those usually took quite a bit of time to get them to taste right, though not all of it was going to be actual work he wasn't exactly the most patient person in the world. He often did like to have things done as quickly as possible, so cooking dinner would probably going to end up in that category as well.

He couldn't help but grin slightly when she apologized for assuming that he couldn't do his laundry. He could see why she might be inclined to believe so anyway. "Apology accepted," he replied just as teasingly and then nodded when she told him where the laundry things were. "And alright. I'm sure that I'll be able to find it even if it isn't there, I'll leave you to your chocolate melting." He headed through the door that she'd pointed to and nodded slightly at the fairly decent amount of washers that they had stashed away behind the kitchen. He put his shirt into the washer and felt a bit guilty for running a whole load for just one shirt, but he was just going to have to get over it. He opened the cupboard right above the washers and saw that there was indeed some soap in there. He pulled it out and only poured a little bit of soap into the nearly empty washer before he closed it. He made sure that the settings were appropriate on the washer before he actually started it. He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and glanced at the time to figure out when it should have been done approximately.

At home his washer didn't have any sort of alarm to inform that it was done, so he'd just gotten use to estimating the time. Well that was when his mother and father didn't insist on having some of the 'help' do it. It always annoyed him when they did because he always felt like they were trying to tell him that he didn't have to do things like that anymore.. which he did. Especially while he was at school, it wasn't like he had anyone else to wash his clothing there. It was his own responsibility. His parents seemed to think however that if they made him do less work or something he'd be more grateful or something along those lines. Actually, he never could quite figure out what his parents were thinking. Their logic never made any sense to him at all, it was just this jumbled mess when he looked at the big picture of it all. He used to think that it was just because he was younger than them that their decisions didn't make any sense, but as he grew older he realized that the two of them just didn't make any sense whatsoever. No matter what age he was.

He headed back into the kitchen and hoped that he would do better now. He headed back over to the bowl that he'd been at earlier and took a new egg, being extremely careful this time to not crack it all over himself. He managed to do a decent job and cracked the egg into the bowl, then threw the egg shell away when he turned to Addison once more. "So you're still going to help teach me how to mix things properly right?" he asked. He was just asking to be sure, though he wasn't sure why her answer would change. After all there shouldn't have been a problem all of a sudden just because he was shirtless. He was hoping that she'd say yes because he still wanted an opportunity to be close to her, though he wasn't exactly sure what would come from the two of them being close. He didn't know if he would be able to stop himself from doing anything that he might regret later if the two of them had too much close contact. After all there was already so much tension between the two of them, it was almost like tempting fate to suggest it, but he couldn't really bring himself to care.

[Addison Micklesen]

She gave a light grin when he said apology accepted and sighed lightly once he left the room to go put his shirt in the wash. She was a bit glad about the fact that she was left alone for a few minutes, it would give her the occasion to get a grip on herself. She was actually a bit freaked by how things were starting to turn out, mainly because she'd never felt such a strong need to touch someone and she her will power was weakening by the minute, especially as soon as he'd taken off his shirt. He really was an attractive guy, and she was pretty sure he knew it himself though he didn't seem really proud or conceited about it, which was a good thing. Except for the fact that it made him seem ever more attractive to her. She really had to try and gain back control on herself, because her mind didn't seem to be able to rule her body at all anymore, as though it actually had a mind of its own. And she knew that the closer she got to Connor, the harder it'd be. She was actually almost convinced that something was bound to happen tonight, because she couldn't be the only one to feel the tension betweent he two of them, and seeing as they were alone, there wasn't as much reason to restrain themselves as there would be otherwise.

Shaking her head lightly, she walked back to the counter and grabbed two pans, filling one with a bit of water and putting it to heat, placing the other pan on top of it and placing a few chunks of chocolate in it, taking a wooden spoon from one of the nearest drawer and waiting for it to start melting a little, using the spoon to help the process. Once it was completely melted, she went to take the milk and measured it, pouring it into the pan and mixing it with the melted chocolate, getting lost in her thoughts once more as she did so, mindlessly taking it off the pan with water once the mix was fine and almost dropping it when her fingers touched the burning hot pan, quickly placing it on the counter as she held back a swear, walking over to the sink and turning the cold water on, placing her hand underneath the spray and sighing lightly as she shook her head. This was getting a bit annoying - she was never careless when she cooked or baked, the last time she'd gotten hurt in the kitchen must be when she was in her early teens. She'd learned the hard way that she couldn't get lost in daydreams while handling a knife.

She turned off the water once she figured her hand would be fine, drying it off before Connor came back into the room and walking back to the stove, turning it off and throwing away the boiling water, putting the sugar in with the chocolate mix, using the same spoon as before to mix it all together. She was still in the process of doing that when Connor came back into the room and she turned to face him, smiling a little. "So, your shirt won't be ruined forever?" she asked a bit teasingly, finishing up the mix she was working on. There wouldn't be much left doing once she was done with that, mainly the egg mix to finish, then mixing everything together and putting it in the oven. Doing the dishes would most likely take more time than actually preparing the cookies, but she figured that at least she wouldn't have too much trouble keeping herself off him during that time, before they didn't need to be right next to one another during the whole process, seeing as one would probably clean everything and the other would dry things. Or at least, she hoped so.

She grinned lightly when he asked if she still planned on helping him mix the eggs and nodded slightly, moving a bit closer to him. "Of course, I wouldn't let you do it alone when you look so helpless," she said teasingly, her grin widening slightly. "Hold on, I can show you first and then you can try alone," she then said, walking up to the bowl in front of which he was standing, taking the whisk off the counter and starting to work on the mix. "You just gotta do it really quick, it has to come from the wrist," she explained, glancing at him sideways and looking at him a bit longer than necessary - well, not at him so much as at his chest - before looking back down at the bowl. "For one thing, if the movement comes from the elbow or the shoulder, it'll take much longer for the mix to turn the way you want it to turn, and secondly, you'll get tired much faster." She kept doing it for a little while and then stopped, figuring she might let him try seeing as there wasn't much left to do anyway. Smiling a little, she lifted the whisk from the mix, debating a little before moving a bit closer, handing it over to him. She'd let him try alone for now, but if he asked for her help again, then she'd most likely have to assist him a bit more closely. "Wanna give it a try?" she asked.

[Connor Micklesen]

He smiled slightly as he heard her say that she wouldn't let him do it alone when he looked so helpless. He was glad, because he felt ever bit as helpless as he looked.. or at least he thought that he did anyway. Either way, he was glad that it'd been something to help convince her to help him out. He nodded slightly when she said that she'd show him first and then let him try alone, that made sense, he should have at least known where he was going to head in a general direction before he attempted anything on his own. Though he sort of had an idea already, he waited for her to start talking to prove his idea of what he should have done wrong. He was actually expecting it by now. None of his supposed knowledge had been anything even close to correct so far, so it was best to just wait to be proved wrong without actually having to put it any further out there that he was. It held less embarrassment he thought, he'd rather just admit that he had no clue what he was doing than to try and make a fool out of himself... again. He watched and listened closely as she did the talking.

He thought for a moment that when she glanced over at him while talking that she was looking at his chest and not him, but that probably wasn't the case. It could be very possible that he just wanted to think that she was, however he'd never gotten any complaints about being shirtless from the female sex before... as arrogant as that sounded it was true. Though he could always test and see if what he was thinking was true later. It would be interesting to see the results of the little test. He thought that he'd caught her staring earlier as well... when he first took off his shirt. His attention refocusing on what she was saying. Already he was learning something from her that he wouldn't have thought of by himself. He would have probably tried to go from his elbow or his shoulder... or both. And he would have quickly tired out his arm. He watched her more closesly trying to see exactly how she managed to get the motion from her wrist, he didn't quite understand it. But he'd figure it out how to do so, even if he did end up making a mess all over the place trying to go as quickly as she was.

He nodded when she asked if he wanted to give it a try. "Sure," he said with a nod. He took the wisp from her hand and put it into the bowl once more. He took a moment and remembered everything that she'd just informed him, then he decided to try for himself. He began to spin it around, trying to do as she said but finding that it was coming from the elbow for a few turns and then the shoulder. He cringed lightly and tried to figure out how he was suppose to not use both of them and simply used his wrist. He tried a flicking motion and ended up sending it out of the bowl and straight toward Addison, who was standing closer than she should have been. He stared in shock and embarrassment as he watched the mixture. "Oh shit. Addison I am so so sorry," he apologized, blushing a deep red, more so than he'd done before. "I really am! I didn't mean to do it! I told you you shouldn't have let me near the cooking process... I can't even mix things. God I bet you're regretting the idea right about now," he said with a light cringe. Though he really hoped that she wasn't.

[Addison Micklesen]

Addie smiled a little as she stepped aside to let him try and mix the eggs himself, wondering what was the worst thing that could happen anyway, even if he was as bad at cooking as he claimed to be. Sure, mixing something was easy enough, so she highly doubted something really big would come out of it, and even if it did, she wouldn't really care. Besides, the main reason why she'd asked him if he wanted to come was because she wanted to spend time with him and she knew it was not possible to do so during the day, seeing as he obviously didn't want his friends to know he actually enjoyed hanging out with her, which she assumed he did seeing as he was with her right now. And no matter whatever else happened while they were cooking, she was still enjoying the time she spent with him. He really was a great guy and she was sure they could be good friends if he didn't care so much about what other people would think. Then again, she supposed that made him who he was, so she couldn't expect it to change so quickly. She also knew she was acting in a way that wasn't like her really, but she couldn't really help it either. She was only human, and the tension between the two of them was too good to avoid, especially when she thought of what could happen if they finally gave in.

Next thing she knew, however, she was covered with a mixture of eggs all over her shirt and some on her face even. She'd been so lost in her thoughts that she couldn't even say how it'd happen, though it was probably due to Connor's lack of experience with mixing stuff. As he started apologizing as though he'd hit her with a pan or something, she couldn't help but shake her head, laughing a little. "Connor, calm down," she said, placing her hands on his shoulder but regretting it instantly when she felt the shivers running up her arms and down her entire body. She instantly took them off but forced herself to look as though it was nothing as she wipped her cheek, taking off some of the mixture with a light giggle. "Seriously, it's only egg, I'm not gonna die," she said with a teasing smile. "You can stop apologizing you know, not everybody is good at cooking, especially when you've hardly ever done it before. I don't regret inviting you, I never regret anything, and I'm glad you're here, I wanted you to be here," she reminded him, refering to the fact that she'd actually invited him. "If I didn't, you wouldn't be," she added. "Now, I can see mixing eggs will be a problem," she added with an amused grin, unable to restrain herself. "Come on, I'll help you," she said.

She didn't mention anything about her shirt being covered with gooey stuff, mainly because she didn't want him to suggest she did the same as him and took it off to wash it. She was currently wearing her pyjamas, which made sense seeing how late it was, but that also meant she wasn't wearing anything else than that. If she took off her shirt, she'd be just as half naked as he was, and that wasn't necessarily a good thing at this point. The worst thing was actually that she couldn't even wash it off with some water because, on top of having no bra underneath it, her shirt was white. Shaking her head, she started by emptying the content of the bowl into the garbage, seeing as there was no knowing if she needed to simply add another egg or just egg whites. Deciding it was better if she did the whole process by herself this time, she grabbed two eggs and separated the egg whites from the yolk one more time, dropping them in the bowl and washing her hands before cracking two eggs in it. "Alright, ready?" she asked a bit teasingly. The next move she made was quite risky, but in her head necessary. At least, it was a good excuse for doing it. Going a bit slower than usual to give him time to pull away if he wanted to and making him know he could do so at any time he wanted, she walked up to where he was with the bowl and placed it in front of his on the counter, giving him the whisk and placing her hand on top of his so that she could help him mix it a little. If it'd only been that, it wouldn't really have been such a risky move. But the fact that she was a lot smaller than him meant there was no other way than doing this than by standing in front of him, and seeing as they both needed to be close to the counter, there was hardly any - if any - space between the two of them so that her back was pratically pressed against his chest. Well, that would be interesting.

[Connor Micklesen]

He was surprised that she was laughing about the situation, after all he couldn't exactly say that he'd be laughing if he was the one that was covered in the egg mixture. As she started talking though, he realized that it probably wasn't the situation that she was laughing at as much as she was laughing at his reaction to the situation. There he was apologizing to her over something that was kind of minimal and stupid, except for the fact that he knew that it was going to be difficult to get out of something, especially if some had gotten into her hair. He couldn't see any, which was good because whenever he'd gotten something into a girl's hair in the past, even by accident they tended to freak out on him. For some reason that he never understood, they always said that it would be difficult to get out, but that meant that they still could it'd just take an extra couple of minutes to do so. He smiled when he heard her say that it was just egg and hat she wasn't going to die from it. He couldn't help but be embarrassed from it still. After all, he'd probably just made a bigger fool of himself apologizing than he had actually committing the action.

He was glad that she still wanted him to be there though, maybe that meant that she didn't think him a complete idiot for his lack of cooking skills. And was more surprised that she wanted to help him out still. She either had to like him enough not to get frustrated, or she just had a lot of patience. He wasn't sure which he was going to believe. He couldn't help but wonder though, why she just left the egg sitting on her shirt without washing it off or something. He guess that he could understand her not wanting to stand there in just her bra and pajama pants, but even then she could at least wash off the parts that were covered with the gooey egg. Sure her shirt was white and would become a bit see through but at least it wouldn't be left there to feel awkward and such. Unless of course the reason that she wasn't mentioning it or trying to do anything about it was that she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Which actually could be sort of probable. From his experience most girls that he knew didn't wear their bras with their pajamas, so that would be a pretty good assumption to make. He couldn't exactly say that he'd be complaining if she did happen to take off her shirt and there was nothing under it. He could imagine where something like that had the potential of leading, and again he couldn't exactly say that he was opposed to that idea either.

"Yeah I'm ready," he answered when she asked, though he had no idea what she was planning to do with helping. He felt her hand on top of his soon enough though, and noticed that she was sliding into the small space that was in between him and the counter. Something that he supposed was probably necessary but still the contact between the two of them was going to cause some problems and he could sense it already. There was already tension in the room between the two of them, physical contact probably wasn't going to help that out any. After all, it would be so much easier to do something that way, because there was already physical contact. He simply tried to do what she'd shown him earlier again, though this time not quite as fast. "Is this right?" he asked, he couldn't help but notice that his voice was a bit softer than before, probably because his mouth was right next to her ear thanks to the current positioning. It was extremely difficult though, not to just move his head slightly so that he was able to kiss her, the temptation to do so was almost overwhelming. But he figured that if he tried hard enough he would be able to keep his mind off of her proximety to him.

[Addison Micklesen]

She smiled lightly, relieved that he didn't mention anything about her shirt. Not that she'd have minded explaining the reason as to why she wouldn't take it off if he'd actually asked her about it, but that could have actually been awkward. Of course, it wasn't as though she never planned on being shirtless in front of him, and in her mind, the sooner the better. Of course, convincing him might be a bit harder, but she was pretty sure it wouldn't be extremely hard either. After all, he was just a guy, and she knew the attraction wasn't just coming from her side. However she thought that he was doing a better job at hiding it than she was and it was probably one of the reasons why she actually hadn't jumped on him yet. She was really having control issues at that point, and it was getting harder and harder to keep her hands - or lips - to herself. The fact that he didn't have a shirt on obviously didn't help, but she was slowly getting over that. At first, it'd been pretty much a miracle that she hadn't jumped on him the moment he'd taken it off, but right now she was pretty much used to the sight. Well, not used exactly - that was pretty much an impossibility, and it was better that way. She didn't want to get used to hotness, ever - that'd make a lot of things a lot less fun, for one thing, and besides, there was nothing wrong with staring at somebody's chest. In her opinion anyway.

She was almost shocked when he let her get to such a close proximity to him, but most definitely pleased as well, though she didn't know how much longer she would be able to restrain herself now. There was something different about just seeing him and being so close. She could pretty much feel the warmth of his body through the thin material of her shirt, her whole body suddenly feeling as though she had a fever, though she couldn't exactly blame all of that on the fact that she was so close to him. She knew hormones had something to do with it as well. She was actually debating whether or not to just get it over with and kiss him already - it wouldn't be very hard at all after all. All she'd have to do was turn around and pull him down, and hope his reflexes sucked. It was such an easy option that it didn't actually feel all that appealing to her when she thought of it. But she figured it was either going with the easy option and getting what she wanted now, or waiting a little and possibly... just not getting what she wanted. Well, in a way, she was almost sure it would end up happening sooner or letting, they couldn't leave it at that, it would drive her crazy, and she had no intention of going crazy at seventeen years old. With a light inward sigh, she decided to wait a little longer, ignoring the part of her brain that screamed insults at her as she concentrated on the cooking part. It'd really not be the best of things if they had to throw away the mix a second time because she was the one who wasn't paying attention this time.

She smiled a little when she felt that his hand was moving underneath hers, it seemed to have the correct speed and movement so she didn't have anything to say about it, which was most likely a good thing considering she highly doubted talking was a good thing to do right now. If her body was able not to show any sign of how hard she was resisting him right now, she knew her voice would make it pretty obvious. However, once he asked if he was doing it the right way, her body betrayed her just the way her voice would have at the softness of his voice - a slow shiver ran up and down her spine and her knees weakened slightly so that she had to put her free hand on the counter in order to support her body, figuring that collapsing really wasn't the best of options right now. She bit down on her bottom lip harder than necessary, taking a deep breath and clearing her throat slightly before answering. "Yeah, perfect," she said, wincing as she heard how strained her voice sounded. "You can start going a little faster, just not too much," she added, her voice a bit stronger now though it was definitely shaky. She couldn't help the light smirk that formed on her lips however, knowing that her words could sound pretty wrong if taken in another context, which really wasn't the best of things at this very moment.