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       "What are you doing here?!" Kristina shouted. She snatched her teddy bear from Daniel's hands and kept her distance away from him.

    "I figured you'd do something like this, so I got ahead of you," Daniel stood up from the bed and began observing Kristina's room. "Your room didn't change at all."

    "That doesn't give you the right to barge in my room like this! Get out!!!" she stomped her feet.

    "Jeez you're so loud," he pulled his left ear.

    "GET OUT I SAY!!!"

  Daniel lied down on Kristina's bed with a relaxed position and folded his arms. "No."

  Kristina couldn't hold it anymore. She wanted to beat this guy up, but she calmed herself down. "F-Fine," she clenched her teeth. She took her clothes from her closet and headed towards the door.

    "Where are you going?" Daniel asked.

    "I'm going to the bathroom to change," her eye twitched. She was really trying hard to control her anger. Daniel probably noticed, so he decided to annoy her more. He wondered what she would do if she finally snapped.

    "Why don't you just change here?" he sat up.

    "Are you crazy?!" Kristina exclaimed, and the breathed. "N-No. You can lie down there and do whatever you want. Just don't touch anything, you got me?" she said.

  Before Daniel could retort to what she said, Kristina already slammed the door close and ran towards the bathroom. He lied down on the bed again and laughed. "Heh. Silly girl."

  After she finished changing, Kristina dashed to her room. She didn't trust Daniel alone in her there; who knows what's in that idiot's head? She quickly opened the door and found him flat on the bed as if he never moved. "Took you long enough," he muttered.

 Kristina sighed. At least he didn't do anything stupid.

    "Hey slave," Daniel called out with a rude tone. "What the heck are you wearing?" he looked at Kristina from head to toe. She wore a big, grey, baggy shirt with a "Who farted?" sign with red, bold letters printed at the back. It was also too long for her because of her height. She wore shorts underneath the big shirt, and a pair of white bunny slippers.

    "Why?!" Kristina folded her arms. "This is my dad's favorite shirt and I always wear dad's shirts. I like big shirts. You got a problem with that?" She glared at him.

    "Nothing," Daniel snorted. "You look cute with that kind of get-up."

    "Shut up," she took her brush and tied her hair into a neat bun.

  While she was fixing herself up, Daniel kept staring at her from behind, but Kristina didn't notice. Suddenly, he stood up. "Something smells burnt."

  Kristina sniffed the air and then remembered, "Oh crap the soup!"

She ran downstairs and found the casserole steaming black smoke everywhere. In a panic, Kristina quickly took the lid with her bare hands and ended up burning hand. "Aish!" she bit her lip.

    "Stupid," Daniel said from behind.

  She ignored his comment and clumsily dropped the bowl she was holding. The bowl shattered into large pieces on the floor. "Oh no..."

  While she picked up the broken pieces of glass on the floor, Daniel took the oven mitts hanging on the chair and carefully placed the casserole in the sink. He turned the stove off and watched Kristina pick up the glass while squatting on the floor.

    "You really are hopeless," he sighed.

 She grumbled but didn't reply. Kristina quickly took the broken glass one by one without caution.

    "You're gonna cut yourself if you keep doing that," Daniel said again.

    "I won't!" she stubbornly replied. And as if on cue, the big piece of glass she tried to pick up sliced her finger. "Tsk!"

   Daniel sighed again and then squatted on the floor to help Kristina pick up the broken glass. "Give me those," he opened his palm and asked for the shards she was already holding. She reluctantly gave the shards to Daniel and cursed herself for showing him her clumsy side.

  Daniel put the broken pieces of glass inside a thick plastic bag and threw it in the garbage. Kristina stood up and sat on the dining table. "Aaaah. The soup smells like charcoal. What a waste." She cried. When Daniel came back, he sat on the chair right next to Kristina and put on an "I-told-you-so" face.

    "Go out and buy yourself dinner. Leave me alone," she pouted.

    "How can I leave you alone? You can't even take care of yourself."

    "Go away!" Kristina got embarrassed. Then, she looked at her hand. Ah, a burn on her right palm, and a cut on her left. Astonishing.

  Daniel stood up from his chair and dragged her towards the sink. "Hey! What are you doing?!"

He washed her hand and applied pressure on her finger. After that, he left her and went out to get something from the cabinet.

    "What is he thinking..." Kristina gently patted her hands with a dry and clean piece of cloth. Daniel then returned carrying a small white kit with a red cross on the middle. "No way..." she looked at him. "You can't be serious? This small injury doesn't need to be--"

    "Yeah it does," he said. He took Kristina's wrist and made her sit down on one of the chairs. He knelt down infront of her and opened a small jar of petroleum jelly.

    "You know you don't really need to do this," she said.

    "It's not like a want to do this, stupid." Daniel replied.

 A vein throbbed on Kristina's forehead. "Why you--"

    "It's just that I promised your parents that I'd make sure you wouldn't get hurt. And it's a guy's job to help and protect a careless, dense and stupid girl right?" he continued.

    "Tsk!" she hissed. After wrapping a clean piece of bandage around her left hand, and putting a band-aid on her finger, Daniel closed the kit and placed it back inside the cabinet. He sat down on the opposite side of the table, and there was an awkward silence for about a minute.

    "Hey..." Kristina started. Daniel looked at her. "Thanks."

    "Sure," he smiled. Then after a while, his stomach grumbled. "Aah."

    "I-I'll cook something right now!" Kristina quickly stood up and took some ingredients from the fridge. She hated being in debted to anyone, so she felt the need to make dinner for that guy.

  While she was throwing things from the fridge towards the kitchen, Daniel sighed. "That girl really."

An hour later...

    "W-What is this?" Daniel looked at the weird looking thing on his plate. He poked it with his fork and then it suddenly popped out bubbles. "I think it's breathing."

    "That's burger steak! Burger steak!" Kristina nervously cried out.

    "It looks like a sh*t."

  Kristina almost looked like she wanted to cry. She never cooked meat before, and she really tried her best to follow the instructions on the recipe book, but she just couldn't get it right. In the end, she overcooked the meat. No, overcooked is just an understatement. She tortured the meat, burned it and made a horrible, indescribable dish.   

    "GAAA SHUT UP! Fine! Just give that plate to me! I'll eat it myself!" she yelled. Kristina was embarrassed of her own piece of abstract art.

    "I can't." Daniel said.

    "HUH?!"

    He looked at his plate, and then looked at Kristina. "Because this is one of the rare times you ever cooked for me. So I'm eating it."

Kristina stared at him in awe. "You..."

    "I might die. Call the ambulance immediately after I finish eating. And Poopy," Daniel sighed. "Thank you for being my friend." He stabbed his fork on the piece of hard meat on his plate and started to chew on it.

Kristina's jaw dropped. "You seriously ate it! Hey! HEY!"

Thirty minutes later...

  Kristina took the clean and empty plate in front of Daniel and placed it on the sink together with the casserole from earlier. "You actually ate it all..."

  Daniel looked like he collapsed on the table. "Of course," he weakly said.

    "Heh," Kristina scoffed. "I didn't force you to finish it all up. Anyways, how'd it taste like?"

    "Exactly how it looked like," Daniel moaned. His face was resting on the table, and his arm was wrapped around his stomach.

    "So was it yummy?"

    "It was yucky." He stuck his tongue out.

 Kristina cringed when she saw Daniel's expression. He looked like a zombie. "Then why'd you eat the whole thing?! It had a serving for six people! That was suicide!"

    "Mmrmpf..." he said something, but Kristina didn't understand him.

    "We're home!" Lizzy cheerfully entered the dining room. She was about to run and hug Kristina when she noticed a pale, motionless human sitting on the chair with his head on the table. "Oh my... What happened?"

  Jacob and Jonathan entered the room as well to see how things were doing. "What's that foul smell?" her dad asked.

    "Dinner," Kristina replied with a straight face. "I fed him--"

    "Poison." Daniel groaned.

    "Ah. So you lived?" she sarcastically said.

Her mother gasped. "Honey... You... Cooked..?"

    "Yup."

The adults exchanged horrified glances. "Son," Jonathan put his hand on Daniel's shoulder. "H-How was... it?"

    "Each time I chewed, the sound was like I was chewing on glass."

    "And the flavor?" Lizzy asked.

    "She killed it all." He literally looked like he was about to pass out.

    "Ahehe..." Kristina nervously chuckled and took small steps back. "My bad."

A few hours later, her Uncle John helped the staggering Daniel towards their car and drove him home. Kristina didn't need to give her parents an explanation. They could've expected much worse from her cooking abilities. Later than night, Kristina lied down on her bed and before she fell asleep, she muttered, "Taste my kiss of death, Sir Peanut Butter. Hohoho."

Author's Note: LoooL. Nobody can beat Kristina's cooking skils! Buhahaha. Sorry if my descriptions weren't clear or if there were a lot more errors this time, I apologize. This one wasn't exactly rushed, but I think I'm getting a mild WB. TT_TT Oh well.

Stay tuned~ ^_____^