"I'm home!" I said throwing my keys on the table.

"Ohh, good." Shawn said walking into the living room with an apron and mittens on while carrying a spoon with something on it. "Try this." He said bringing the spoon to my mouth.

"Oka-mm." I said as he shoved the spoon in my mouth. It tasted like a burnt broth with tomato juice or spaghetti sauce in it, and other spices I couldn't identify. "What is that?" I asked following him into the kitchen.

"It is my new creation, a mix of spaghetti, a meat lovers sandwich, beef stew, and pineapple juice." He said as I started to cough from the smoke in the kitchen. "I call it a 'Gus' because it has a variety of tastes and surprises, plus it is brown." He said and I grabbed a water from the fridge.

"Okay, well you better throw out 'Gus' before I do." I said turning around. "Shawn, what are you doing in the-" He cut me off by throwing flour in my face, "Flour!?" I said half-seriously and half-jokingly. "You are so dead!" I said moving past him and grabbing a handful of flour before throwing it in his face.

"It's on." He said grabbing the flour bag and I grabbed the extra one we kept in the cupboard. I grabbed our small dining table and flipped it over and used it as a shield. I looked to the side of the table and found nothing. I turned around and felt something being poured on my head.

"Shawn!" I said throwing some flour on him before he grabbed the bag from me. I saw him run to the living room and I went to the fridge and grabbed some eggs, closed the fridge and grabbed a white rag. "Truce?" I said waing the rag in the air for Shawn to see.

"You are weak!" He said coming into the kitchen and I hit an egg over his head. "Pineapple sauce!" He said.

"What?" I asked confused by what he said. He then poured some of the flour on my head before running into the living room. "Shawn!" I said as I followed him into the room. I saw him sitting on the couch holding the flour behind his head. "Flour?" I asked walking over to him.

"Or what?" He asked as I inched closer.

"Or.." I trailed off as I sat on his lap and started to kiss him. I grabbed the flour and jumped off his lap.

"You are such a tease!" He said following me into the bedroom. I grabbed a handful of flour and threw it at his face.

"Shawn!" I shrieked as he picked me up and threw me on the bed, flour flying everywhere. He climbed on top of me and kissed me, then I grabbed the rest of the flour and poured it on top of his head. "Truce?" I asked as we broke apart.

"Truce." He said and started to kiss me again.