(Waring: Throwing food around, Fluff. Mad-ish Thomas.)

(Y/n's) POV:

How did it end up like this?

Red is everywhere, every thing I see around me is red. There is other colors as well, but it's mostly red.

I'm covered in red, Patton is covered in red, the counter, fridge, cabinets, drawers and floor, everything is red.

You thought I was talking about blood? Hah! No, I was talking about ketchup.

Ketchup is every where, meat is every where, vegetables, flour, cooking spray it's EVERYWHERE!

Let's start from the beginning, shall we?

"Hey, (Y/n)! Thomas and the others are going to go shopping, and I was wondering if you wanted to come over and cook with me?" I heard Patton say over the phone.

"Sure, that sounds fun." I tell him, grabbing my keys and putting my shoes on. "I'll be there in ten."

"Okay!" Patton replied, joyously.

I got into my car and drove to Thomas's place.

When I knocked on the door I was greeted by Patton, who had an apron on that said 'the worlds #1 Dad' I chuckled.

"Nice apron." I told him, looking up at him.

"Thanks, I got you one too." He said, moving aside so I could come through the door.

I walked in happily, cooking with Patton was always fun.

"Here you go." Patton said, handing me an apron, that said, 'The world's best assistant'.

"Thank you, I feel really appreciated." I laughed, tying the apron into my torso.

"You're welcome, anyway, I thought today we could make a meatloaf." Patton replied.

"That sounds good." I noticed that the ingredients were already in the counter.

"What do you want me to get started on?" I asked.

"You can start on the baked beans if you want." He said, grabbing the already made meat, from on top of the counter.

"Okay." I responded, reaching out for the beans, I accidentally knocked over the flour.

The flour poured into the counter as well as on me. I turned as white as a ghost.

"Uh oh." Patton said, setting the meat down, and coming up next to me, laughing.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"Oh it's okay, we needed some more flour anyway." Patton said, grabbing the flour bag and what was left inside of it.

"Why was there flour out anyways?" I asked, brushing myself off.

"I was planning on making some cookies afterwards." He told me, brushing off my shoulders.

I shook my apron up and down, causing the white powder to fly into Patton.

"I don't know about you, but I'm feeling pretty pale." Patton said, Brushing himself off.

I laughed apologetically.

"I'm so sorry." I wheezed.

"I don't think this is turning out so great." He told me, smiling widely.

"I don't know, this is just as much fun." I told him.

"Oh yeah? What is?" He asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eye.

"Us both covered in flour, it looks like we had a food fight." I laughed.

"No, I've seen a food fight." He said, backing up a little. "It looks something like this-"

He grabbed the cooking spray and sprayed me with it, getting the clumpy substance all over me.

"Oh, Patton, it's on!" I yelled, grabbing the ketchup that was out for some reason.

I grabbed it ketchup bottle and squeezed it causing the red thick tomato sauce to go all over Patton.

He laughed, grabbing some of the meat and throwing it at me, it landing on my stomach and sticking there.

I gasped.

"Patton!" I yelled. Grabbing what was left of the flour and throwing it at him. Making him turn even more pale.

"I look like Virgil!" He exclaimed, quickly going over to the fridge and grabbing some mustard.

He squeezed the bottle, the mustard spraying on my chest and legs.

"Not the face! Not the face!" I yelled playfully, grabbing even more of the ketchup and squirting it on him.

Ketchup, mustard, meat, Flour and cooking spray was Every where.

We were having so much fun, like two little kids playing in a school cafeteria.

We were too engulfed in our fight that we didn't notice the door opening.

"What in the ever loving world, is THIS?!?" I heard a familiar voice yell.

Me and Patton stoped immediately, standing beside each other with our heads down like little kids getting caught in the act of drawing on the wall.

"Oh... Uhm- Hi Thomas.." Patton said, trying his best not to laugh.

I couldn't help but grin at the scene before us.

Roman was astonished. Logan was confused. Thomas was disappointed and Virgil looked amused.

"You must be wondering why there is so much food scattered across you kitchen." Patton said, twiddling his thumbs.

"It crossed my mind." Thomas said, sternly.

"Well- Uhm- What happens was- Well- There was- (Y/n) did it." He said, playfully, pointing towards me.

I did what anyone would do in a situation like this. I played dumb.

"Huh?" I asked.

"Do you care to explain this?" Thomas said, crossing his arms.

"Explain what?" I questioned, I could see Virgil trying to shold back his laughter.

"Explain the kitchen!" Thomas exclaimed.

"The-Wait- What? How did it get so messy?!" I asked, dragging out the 'a' in 'what'.

Virgil finally couldn't hold in his laughter, he started wheezing, crouching down into the floor.

"Okay, enough, you two are going to clean this up." Thomas sighed, a slight smile able to be seen on his face.

"Okay!" Patton exclaimed, grabbing a mop and a broom.

"Alright." I said, grabbing a sponge off of the counter.

Thomas and the others walked into the living room, With Virgil trying to stop laughing behind them.

"Phew. I thought we were dead meat." I said, laughing a bit.

"You and me both." Patton joined. Sweeping up the flour.

I scrubbed the counter, trying to get the ketchup off of it.

. . . . .

"We are so messy." Patton said.

We finally cleaned up the kitchen. And I must say, It. Is. Spotless.

"Yeah, we should go clean up." I said, trying to brush off my clothes.

Patton wiped his face trying to get the flour off of him.

I laughed. Wiping my face as well.

I could see some more flour on Patton, right above his lip, like a mustache.

I pointed to my lip, trying to give him a hint.

He tilted his head, in confusion.

I pointed to my lips more, trying to get the message across.

He nodded his head and mouthed 'oh' as he walked over to me.

Then he did something that caught me off guard.

He kissed me.

His soft lips against mine made my face heat up. The warmth of his lips made me get butterflies in my stomach, I felt my stomach toss and turn, like it was doing cartwheels. The warmth of his lips faded as he pulled back.

"I-You-Did you just-Did you just kiss me?" I asked him.

"Is that not what you wanted?" He questioned.

"I-I was trying to tell you that you have flour on your lip..." I told him.

"O-oh-Uh- I'm sorry. I-" Patton started, but I interrupted him.

"Do it again."

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(Word count: 1210 in total.)