(The meal you are cooking in this is unfortunately not optional so if you are allergic to it or dislike it change it if you like)

Fun yet simple, you two, of course, decided to make spaghetti. (Its my favourite meal ok.) Matt seemed pretty keen on the idea so you tagged along with it. You weren't a fully experienced cooker but you helped your mum with cooking back at home so you were somewhat familiar with it. Of course, you had made spaghetti with her many times that another couldn't hurt right? Just doing it with someone else other than her could be a bit of a challenge, especially if that someone is an enthusiastic narcissist, but that's what you loved about him. Thinking about this brought a smile to your face.

"So, (Y/N), you ready?" Matt asked, grabbing some stuff out of the cupboards. "As ready as I'll ever be." You huff, smiling a little still.

You filled the pot up with water and boiled it for about five minutes. Y'know, because that's how you make spaghetti. Matt kept on looking over your shoulder and examining what you were doing carefully. You chuckled whenever he would 'ooh' or 'aah' in awe.

You went through the simple steps, putting the raw spaghetti strands in the boiling water which you let Matt do as you grabbed the second pot to put the sauce in. You luckily found some left over spaghetti sauce in the fridge which you mixed in with a tiny bit of red wine which you also found. (the alcohol burns off as you cook it so it leaves the sauce with a nice flavor). You put in some mince beef into the sauce along with a few basil leaves. The room filled with the aroma of tomato and herbs. There was one thing that it needed.

Onion and Garlic.

It is impossible to have an enjoyable spaghetti without these two crucial ingredients. You grabbed them both, Matt watching you. "Can I help?" He piped. "Uhm, maybe not with this bit. It's a little dangerous." You reply. "Pfpfpfp, nothings to dangerous for me!" He puffed out his chest proudly. You laugh until your smile fades away. You didn't want him to hurt himself but you couldn't say no either. "Fine." You give in, grabbing a chopping board and placing the onions on it. You decided to help him for a minute to show him how to do it. He stood behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder to examine the process. You placed your hands on top of his, feeling your insides and cheeks tingle. Matt silently chuckled under his breath, feeling your hands shake as you held his, grabbing the knife and began to slit the onions, gradually but carefully, you made it halfway through it. "Can you continue that while I do the garlic?" You ask. Matt nods happily as you leave to the end of the room. He paused before grabbing the knife again. "How did she do it?" He mumbles to himself. He didn't pay much attention to what you were showing him since he was so distracted to you're tongue sticking out cutely as you concentrated.

You sighed as you calm your pounding heart down, praying and hoping that Edd wasn't creeping around, spying on you two. Looking around, you resumed to your chore, only to hear a blood curdling scream from the other side of the kitchen. Turning around, hoping it wasn't what you thought it was, you saw Matt sitting on the kitchen floor, holding his finger tightly.

"Shoot." You say, sliding down to him on the floor.

"Matt! You ok?" You shriek. He looks at you worryingly as he shook his head ever so slightly, getting even more worried as he saw the mortified look on your face. You stood up and raided the cupboards for a band-aid. Matt sat there, sucking his index finger. You were lucky enough to find some antiseptic along with a plaster. You turn around and plop down to aid him, only finding him sucking his finger while looking at the floor with tears in his eyes. Your facial expression softens, seeing the sad ginger in pain, holding out your hand, waiting for him to give you his. He hesitated, looking the opposite direction, but gave you his hand anyway.

You applied the antiseptic and put the band-aid on. "Thanks." He said, a tone of disappointment in his voice. He examines his finger, hissing in pain a little. "You ok?" You ask. "It hurts." He shakes his head as his eyes water a little. "Want me to uh, kiss it better?" You suggest. He nods his head happily. You laugh, "Where does it hurt?" You ask. "Uh here." He points to the very tip of his finger. Smiling, you gave it a little peck, kissing it better. You two giggled cheekily with red faces. "Oh, and here." Matt said, poking to his cheek. You felt your face heat up like a furnace, seeing the ginger eagerly await a kiss on his cheek. You couldn't say no, you loved the guy but denied it. Without hesitation, you dove in and smooched him multiple times on his cheek. He giggled, shuffling in his position with a red face. You stopped, catching your breath and just sat there laughing as you hugged him.

"Be careful ok?" You ask. "Ok." He nodded, tightening his hug.

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Everything was finally finished and you called everyone to come for dinner. (u r legit like a mother) The guys sat around the table while you served the food up. Everyone loved you and Matt's cooking and you had to agree, it tasted pretty good. A long silence filled the room before Tom interrupted. "So, what was with all the screaming before?" He asked. "Uh, we had some 'technical difficulties' while cooking." You reply. "What difficulties?" Edd raised an eyebrow. Matt held up his finger. "Oh." Tom and Edd say in unison.

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Overall, everyone seemed to enjoy the meal and you all watched a movie afterwards.