*Juliet's pov*
"Maybe you could do snow?" Lesley asked.
"No, it's not going to snow for a while." I laughed.
We were on our way to my apartment after school, and deciding what I should do for my photography project.
"I'm going to fail." I sighed as I unlocked my door and walked in.
"Ashley! I'm home!" I yelled as I set my stuff down on the living room.
"Nash and Cam are coming over!" She yelled from the kitchen.
I went in and Lesley followed.
Matt was sitting at our table, on his phone.
"Lesley!" Matt got up and hugged her.
"Nice to see you too, Matt." I joked.
He pulled me into a hug.
"I'm always glad to see you." He laughed.
We pulled apart and I sat on top of the counter.
"What are we even going to do when Nash and Cam come over?" I asked.
"I don't know, hang out? Just watch a movie?" Ashley said.
I shrugged and got off the counter.
I put my hair in a ponytail and rolled my sleeves up.
"Guys, I think we should bake." I said.
"That'd be cool." Lesley said as she grabbed the flour.
That was when we heard a knock on the door.
"I got it!" Ashley yelled as I heard her open the door.
Nash, Cam, and Ashley appeared in the kitchen.
"Do you guys want to bake?" I asked.
They nodded.
"I'll go get a movie from across the street." She said as she left.
"Let's get started!" I smiled as I got all the supplies and put them on the counter.
Everyone helped as they put ingredients into a big bowl and I started stirring.
"Juliet, are you even that good of a baker?" Nash asked.
"I bet you're not." Cam joined in.
"I'm sick of you guys complaining about what I make." I said.
So I grabbed a handful of flour and smacked it against Nash.
"Juliet!" Nash yelped.
I was on the ground laughing.
Nash got an egg and cracked it on my head.
This. Means. War.
I grabbed a handful of chocolate chips and put them in Nash's hair.
He grabbed some olive oil and tried to put it on me.
I ducked, and he put it on Cam instead.
"Nash..." Cam growled as he took flour and poured it all over his head.
The ingredients were flying everywhere, and soon the whole kitchen was white with flour.
We all looked like ghosts.
"Guys, where's Matt and Lesley?" I asked.
They came into the kitchen and gasped.
Lesley was holding my Polaroid in her hands.
