EddieVR and the Boys Oneshots

Baking (Eddie X Narrator)

(A/U Hello Honeybunches! Hope you guys enjoy this! Sorry that I've been doing a lot of Josh x Mully, I'll start doing other ones! Luv you guys!)

Eddie Pov

Narrator was staying for a few days this week and I was very happy that he was here. It was starting to get a little lonely around here. Living by yourself gets to be lonely after a while. 

"Hey Narrator, do you want to bake some cookies?" I ask.

"Sure, cookies sound good," he says. "What kind?"

"Chocolate chip," I say.

"Ooh, my favorite," Narrator says.

"Ok, well you know where the butter and eggs are. I'll get the rest of the ingredients," I say. As I get the rest of the ingredients such as the chocolate chips and the bowls, I turn on the radio, it's quiet, but a good background noise. I get the mixer out too, which is in a cabinet under the sink. "Ok, so add the butter and the eggs and the sugar in this bowl and I'll work on the dry ingredients."

"Ok," Narrator says. We work in silence for a little bit until I say,

"Oops."

"What happened?" Narrator turns towards me.

"I, uh, might have spilled the flour a little bit," I say. I have flour everywhere on me. On my face, on my shirt, and on my pants. Narrator snorts and then bursts out laughing.

"Well I guess that's just the way the cookie crumbles," he says between laughs.

"Oh God Narrator, that was so bad!" I start laughing too.

"It's so bad that you have to laugh at it though," Narrator says.

"I'm going to go clean myself up. I'll be back in a little bit," I say and leave Narrator alone. I go to my room and change my shirt in pants. I go into the bathroom to clean my face. I look in the mirror and I look like a ghost. As I'm coming back into the kitchen I hear Narrator say,

"Dammit."

"Oh no," I say. Narrator turns around and he too is covered in flour. Not as bad as me. It's mainly on his shirt and a little bit on his pants. He has a small smudge on his face. 

"I guess we're really doing a crummy job today," Narrator laughs. I walk over to him and lick my finger and swipe it over the smudge on his face, just like my mom would do to me when I was younger. Red dusted Narrator's cheeks, making him look like a tomato. 

"Sorry, you had a little bit on your face," I say, backing up. 

"It's fine, that's exactly what my mom used to do," Narrator says.

"Mine too," I say.

"You have a little ... right there," Narrator does the same thing to me. He keeps his face close to mine. I feel his breath on my face, and it's making my face red. He starts to lean forward and so do I. Our lips touch, and it's nothing like kissing a woman. No lipstick. No rushing. Just slow and soft. We pull apart and breathe heavily. I touch my lips. I can feel my heartbeat through them.

"Wow," I breathe.

"Yeah," Narrator smiles at me. I smile back at him. We finish baking the cookies, and they turn out delicious.

                                                                        THE END!

I hope you guys liked it! More to come! Luv you guys!