"Scott stop!" You squeal, hiding behind the kitchen counter as Scott throws a fist full of flour at you. 

It was your little sisters birthday tomorrow and your Mum left you to bake the cake. It seemed like a great idea at the time, seeing as you loved to bake, but when Scott found out you were baking the cake, he insisted he come help you. 

So far, the two of you had managed to get flour on most parts of your kitchen, and hardly any in the actual bowl. 

Slowly, you rise from your hiding place behind the kitchen counter and see no sign of Scott. 
Your heartbeat increases as you make your way into the kitchen. 

Deciding to join Scott in his little game, you make your way over to the fridge and grab the carton of eggs. 

The moment you turn back around, another fist full of flour hits your face, causing you to let out another squeal. 

"My gosh (Y/N)! Your squeal is almost as bad as Lydias scream!" 

You giggle and brush the flour out of your eyes and see Scott with this hands over his ears. 

You glance down at the eggs in your hands and look back up at Scott with a smirk on your lips. 
"(Y/N)... No!" Before Scott had time to duck you had thrown at egg at him, hitting him in the chest. 

Scott turns and runs back to where the packet of flour was sitting on the kitchen counter.
He tosses another fist full of flour at you as you run towards him, you hitting him with 2 more eggs. 

*

The two of you now laid on your couch, covered in flour, egg and frosting, laughing uncontrollably. 

"Did you just want to call into the shops tomorrow on our way to the party and grab a cake?" Scott asks once you both had calmed your laughter. 

You get up off the couch and make your way over to the fridge. 

"You see, I knew the moment you told me you wanted to help bake the cake, that no cake would be made, and it would just end up all over my apartment, so I made one before you came." You giggle, pulling a chocolate cake out of the fridge and setting it onto the counter. 

"Not bad." 

He reaches his hand towards the cake to take a bit of the frosting from the side but you swat his hand away before he could get to it. 

"Hands off, wolf boy!"