Baking

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"So we have everything we need?" I asked. Today me and Shawn decided to make some cookies for fun because we had nothing better to do.

"Yeah." He nodded. I felt like I was going to be doing most of the baking as Shawn couldn't cook to save a life.

We started to mix the ingredients together until I realised we had forgot the flour. "Shawn, can you pass the flour?"

"Sure," he replied and walked to the Cupboard to get the flour. "Wait (y/n). What's that over there?" Shawn exclaimed making my head snap up in the direction to where he was pointing.

"Shawn, I don't see-" I was rudely interrupted by flour being poured all over my head. My mouth hung open as I turned myself back around. Shawn was clutching his stomach from laughter.

"What the hell? You asshole." I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest like a little child.

"Aww baby, I'm sorry." He said, holding back the urge to bust out into laughter. An idea suddenly popped into my head, making me smirk.

I shook my head vigorously, letting all the flour from my hair hit Shawn in the face. He squinted in eyes and took a step back.

"Payback, bitch." I laughed. He slid his tongue across his teeth in attempt to stop him from smiling, his eyes still closed.

"Oh your gonna get it." He opened his eyes and launched at me, attacking my sides with his hands. I squealed and began to giggle uncontrollably. I was really ticklish.

"Shawn, stop. I can't breathe." I said between laughs.

"Only if you tell me you love me."

"I love me." He glared at my reply, moving his hands back to my stomach, preparing himself to tickle me again.

"Okay, I love you." He smirked in victory at the words that came out of my mouth.

He removed his hands from my sides as I tried to catch my breath. "Good girl." He patted my head like I was a dog. I gave him a cold glare at his actions.

"I'm kidding." He chuckled. He cupped my face in his hands and leaned down to kiss my forehead. I giggled when I saw some flour from my forehead transferred onto his lips.

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