Brownies

"I absolutely can't believe I'm doing this," Lauren muttered to herself. Her tall friend, Sasha, just gave her a wide grin.

"Well believe it or not you are," she said cheerfully.

They were currently in Lauren's house in the kitchen. Both of them had interesting aprons on that Sasha got in New Orleans past Christmas break. Lauren's said, "Don't fuck with the chef" while Sasha's said, "Kitchen Bitch."

"I can't believe I'm wearing this!" Lauren exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air. She felt relieved in a way that her parents were out of the house and that her siblings were over at a friend's place. Her mom would've brushed it off but still…

"Of all the people I had to bake brownies with it just had to be you," Sasha scowled.

Lauren gaped at her. "What's wrong with me?!"

"Oh nothing, just that you've burnt cookies before," Sasha said acrimoniously.

"Hey, that was only once!" Lauren shouted defensively.

"Twice," stated Sasha.

"Twice, whatever I-"

"Forgot."

Lauren glared at her, muttering incoherent words while getting the brownie mix. "You know," she started, "it's not my fault that you wanted brownies right now and we happen to have none."

"It is your fault – you didn't make any brownies knowing that I would come over," Sasha retorted. Lauren sighed and decided well tried to ignore her, which was impossible since they tried doing that not too long ago watching Kenshiro: Fist of the North Star.

"And you do know that I'm risking my life being here because you almost burnt your house down last time from what you've told me," Sasha added curtly while heating the oven up.

Lauren frowned and was inwardly killing the girl in her mind.

"Good Jesus, Lauren, stop thinking gruesome thoughts," Sasha grimaced. Lauren froze and then quickly started stirring then pouring the brownie contents into a silver pan. Sasha blinked then gave a puzzled look.

"What? Did I say something?"

"Sasha…you really scare me sometimes."

"That's the point isn't it? …And yes Lauren, I'm psychic."

Lauren gave a nervous laugh at how casually she stated it while placing the brownie batter in the oven. She closed the oven with a sigh of accomplishment then narrowed her eyes at Sasha who was innocently whistling. Her whistling died into a small fit of chuckling.

"Haha, what is it?"

"Stop whistling."

Sasha glared at her. "No," she said, crossing her arms defiantly. Lauren placed her hands on her hips accidentally switching the burner of the stove on.

"What did you just say?" she hissed out.

"I said no," Sasha emphasized.

The two of them glared at one another with Lauren slowly faltering and Sasha steadily smirking with cold eyes . The tension in the air was disrupted when they heard a loud beep, telling them the brownies were ready. The both of them burst out laughing. Lauren pulled the brownies out and wiped her brow in relief. She was quite happy they didn't turn to a crisp. She placed them on the granite counter to let them cool off. She then took the mittens off and leaned on the hot stove.

"Holy shit!" she screeched, wafting her hand in the air. She backed up, startled, bumping into Sasha causing the tall brunette to knock the brownies off the counter. Lauren tripped over her own feet in panic and landed face first into the brownie pan on the floor.

There was a long silence in the room as the both of them registered what happened. Lauren slowly raised her face from the smushed brownies and wiped her eyes while Sasha immediately turned off the stove.

Both of them stared at each other.

"Sasha," Lauren hissed, noticing her friend's mouth twitching, "don't you dare laugh."

"I'm not laughing," she said, her cheeks puffed out, trying to stifle her hysterical chuckling.

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Laughter filled the air a second later.