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"I'm ready" I announce, ignoring his complaints "hurry up" I take him off the speaker, connecting my AirPods as I prepare myself to leave the house.

"When you're handsome like me, I constantly have to look good" He arrogantly says, making me giggle slightly "Claire I am going to get some groceries, do you need anything?"

"A new brother" I hear her shout, making me spit out my drink.

"you will not be getting any of my soufflé " He shouts back at her.

"that only benefits me" She replies back

"I am going now so stay safe at home" Clay gently says to her, the sounds of his keys jingling and then a door closing. "okay i'm going inside the car"

"you really don't need to commentate everything you're doing" I sigh as I go inside my own car, setting the phone on a stand.

"Of course I do, we are baking together, it's part of the challenge rules," He says smugly.

"The baking challenge that I'm going to win?"

"or the one you're gonna lose y/n"'

"we'll see about that with your chocolate souffle,"

"I'm actually good at baking, call me Gordon Ramsay because I be so good in the kitchen" He arrogantly says"

"let's see about that" I laugh, turning up the radio slightly.

After a few minutes, I arrive at a store first, driving into the parking lot of the target "I'm here"

"you're not allowed to enter the store yet, its part of the-"

"yes I know it's part of the baking challenge rules" I cut him off, finishing off his sentence "isn't it a little unfair that you are making the rules to your own challenge?"

"I'm just a man of many talents"

"Today I coded it so I fail at my own baking challenge," I mock, imitating his voice, I can hear his laughter as a response.

"Okay I've I am outside my target, you can enter yours now" he informs, I get out of my car, closing the door and then walking up to the trolleys, pulling one out and then walking into the store, the sliding doors welcoming me.

I walk around the store while staring at the recipe he had sent me, the background noise of his gentle breathing in my airpod. "What ice cream should I get?"

"Vanilla" He replies, he had chosen ice cream mochi for me to make, which is apparently one of his favourite desserts to eat.

"Of course you like vanilla, you basic bitch" I sigh, opening the freezer to grab a tub of vanilla ice cream.

"Ah oh" he whispers "Uh so I may or may have not broken an egg"

"what" I laugh "What did you do?"

"So i was analysing the egg, to make sure it's all good and my hand slipped and now it's on the floor, i am now walking away from the crime  scene" He continues whispering. "i'm going to go to egg prison"

"Analysing the egg?" I ask "Is that normal?"

"it's like when you knock on a watermelon to see if it's good" He explains, I look around the store for the other ingredients.

"knock knock," I say

"who's there?"

"a broken egg" I laugh way too proudly at the terrible joke, placing a bag of flour in the trolley.

"I'm deducting points for that joke," he says. "hmm where is all the chocolate?" he asks himself.

"Where am I meant to get rice flour?" I groan to myself too , as my eyes scan the flour section, trying to find it.

"Karma for making that bad joke also picking one of the most difficult things to bake"

"Are you backing out of the baking challenge Clay?" I ask. " Or should I say baking out of the challenge"

"I will end the call if you continue" He chuckles. "Okay I have all the ingredients, I'll go check them out"

"I too have finished," I say holding up the rice flour and placing it in the trolley, pushing towards the line following the checkout.

"Claire hates chocolate, this challenge is fair"

"cry about it," I laugh waiting in the line. " You made the challenge yourself"

"Hope your ice cream mochi fails, you should be warned that I have an excellent baker, in fact that's my middle name"

"Clay baker? " I giggle " damn, Hannah better watch out"

"You will be my 13th reason If you continue making fun of me" The sounds of the cashier scanning his products. "Yes I have a coupon" he replies to the cashier, which for some reason makes me laugh even more.

"George wants to be added to the call," He says "Is that okay?"

"yep, you're boring anyway" I place the products in the conveyer belt.

"Im hurt" Clay replies.

"Hello" I hear Georges voice, he always sounded happy. " I am rooting for y/n in the baking challenge"

"Hey, I told you to pretend like you didn't know about it" Clay defensively says, George laughing in response.

"Am I third-wheeling?" I ask, watching as the cashier gives me a little smile before putting my things in the plastic bag, the total going up to $25.

"I always come first" George smugly says "What are you making y/n?"

"Clay chose mochi icecream for me" I inform him " And I picked chocolate souffle for him"

"What's that?" He curiously asks.

"That what I said," Clay says joyfully.

"Y'all are dumb" I set the two full bags of food in my car once they're fully check out, I had additionally brought some snacks for whenever we had our next movie night. "Are you nearly home Clayballs ?"

"Yep, almost, also do not call me Clayballs" He criticises "What's with you and bad nicknames?"

"Clayballs is an excellent nickname" I joke, starting my car. "Florida boy was also a good one"

"You guys are both terrible" George shares, making clay and I both laugh.

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"Honey I am home" I shout once I enter my house, resting the bags on the counter and then setting the ice cream in the freezer.

"Finally, y/n" Clay groans, the traffic home had been long and Clay had been waiting for me behind the phone, talking to George to keep him occupied.

"I am ready" I click on the link to the recipe for the ice cream mochi Clay sent to me.

"Let the baking challenge begin" He claps his hands.