Cooking | Awsten

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You're at home trying to cook with your boyfriend, Awsten...

"I'm pretty sure we don't need all that," you say as he gets out about five pans.

"How do you know? We might want to cook our hands. We'd need four and a pan for the sauce," he replies with a straight face.

"I think we'd only need four pans since someone would need a hand to do the cooking," you respond as you continue chopping onions.

"You're right," he says, putting away one pan. "We could also cook our feet," he comments.

"Your feet are too big to fit in the pan," you respond.

"Dice it," he says as he tries to find a place to put the four pans.

"Awsten, just put them away," you say, putting aside the chopped onions and grabbing some green peppers.

"We need the pans."

"No, we don't. Don't make me stab you," you threaten, pointing the knife at him.

"Oh please, you'd never."

"Don't test me," you respond, slicing the green peppers in half and ripping out the seeds.

"You like me too much to stab me," he says smugly, coming over to you after putting away all but one pan.

"How do you know that? I might be with you just for the fame," you reply, and he giggles.

"Is that so?" he asks, putting his arms around you from behind.

"Yeah," you reply. "I mean, it's not like I like your pretty face or sense of humor," you say, trying not to smile as he nuzzles your neck gently.

"Hmm? I think you would at least like my hair," he comments, kissing your neck lightly.

"Oh yeah. I forgot about that. I'm dating you for your hair and your fame," you tell him, making him smile.

"I guess I'll just have to leave the band and shave my head to test your love," he says.

"You shave your head, and I'm gone in two seconds," you tell him, making him giggle.

"I'll wear a bald cap," he says as you finish cutting the green peppers and move on to the next vegetable.

"So non committal," you say, making him nearly snort.

"I mean, do you think I can get the ladies without my luscious locks?" He pulls away to look at you. He makes a face. "Who am I kidding? Of course I can."

"So modest," you say, smiling slightly.

"You'll never meet anyone more modest than me. I'm the most modest person in the world."

You laugh slightly at his reference and go over to the stove to heat up the pan.

After a while of cooking and trying to stop Awsten from adding weird things to the food, you finish.

"I swear, if I find a piece of plastic in this or something, I will murder you," you say as you pile the pasta on to two plates.

"You'll choke on the plastic before you can come kill me," he replies, taking the plates and putting them on the table.

"Oh how wonderful," you say, handing him a fork as you sit down across from him.

"Oh you love me," he says, and you roll your eyes.

"Yeah," you say, and then he throws some pasta at you.


I can see him doing this

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