Two-Bit and I started cleaning up, and as we were washing the dishes, he kept squirting soap at me. "TWO-BIT!" I shouted, trying to act as mad as I can. He stopped laughing, and looked at me. "I'm sorry Mary." He said, trying to sound as convincing as possible. I tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't when a smirk creeped up on his face. I walked over to the table, a grabbed the bowl that still contained the cake batter. I walked over to the garbage can, and just as I was about to dump it out, he grabbed my arm. "Mary, there's still some batter left." I looked at him with a 'are you serious' face. He grabbed the bowl from my grasp, and poured the small amount of cake batter in a tiny loaf pan. He put it in the oven, and we both sat down at the table. "Thanks Mare." I looked at him, in his sparkling blue eyes and he looked into mine. "For what?" I asked, curiously. "For everything." He almost whispered, and smiled. We talked for a while, and before we knew it, the cake was ready. "BEEP." I was about to go to the oven, and grab it, but Two-Bit kept insisting me that he would get it. "I got it!" He exclaimed as he put on an oven mitt. He took the tiny cake, and put it on a plate. He threw the pan in the sink, and walked over with the chocolate cake in his left hand. Two-Bit set the plate down in the middle of the table, and we both began eating it. Two-Bit and I always shared things. We didn't care about each others germs and stuff like that. As we finished eating, we went to the living room, and watched a movie.
I chuckle. I was sitting outside of the community college on the steps, waiting for Soda to come pick me up. He was late; as usual.
“Yes. I it’s quite refreshing actually.” I tell (Y/N), looking up at the rain.
“Cleanses the mind?” She laughs, sitting down next to me.
“Your hair is gonna get all wet.”
“I don’t care.” She shrugs.
“I thought girls cared about their hair. Especially girls with pretty hair.”
“You really think I have pretty hair?” She laughs.
“Yeah I do.” I grin.
“You don’t seem like the type to be all cute.”
“Well, maybe I like you that much to be that type.” I grin.
“Really?” She grins, tilting her head to the side.
“Really.” I smile, leaning in as the sparks fly.