Hey guys! :D This was originally going to be just one chapter but if enough people want me to continue I might make this a series of Fax one-shots. So just review and tell me what you think. Good? Bad? Worth continuing? Also, any critism or writing tips are welcome :)

I was just about to start making the icing when a bang could be heard from inside the oven, followed by the loud wailing of the smoke detector.

"Crap." I murmured dropping the spoon and hurrying over to the oven. I pulled open the door and was engulfed in a cloud of smoke. Coughing and spluttering, I ran over to the window and pried it open. I grabbed a tea towel and attempted to fan the smoke when Fang burst through the door.

"What the hell did you do?" he yelled running over to the smoke detector and turning it off. I mentally sighed in relief but my relief was short lived when I remembered the situation at hand.

"I don't know. I just put the cupcakes in ten minutes ago and then there was a bang and then-" I was cut of by a fit of uncontrollable coughing. I had to grab onto Fang's shoulder to prevent from falling over. "and then this happened!" I managed to choke out while at the same time gesturing wildly to all the smoke.

Fang was silent for a few seconds and then he burst out laughing. "It's not funny Fang!" I yelled at him. This only made him laugh harder. I smacked him upside the head to shut him up but it didn't work.

I sighed in frustration. "Just help me clean up this mess before my mum gets home." I snapped at him.

After twenty minutes of airing out the kitchen, an hour of scraping burnt cupcake mixture out of the oven and ten minutes of making the cupcake mixture again (correctly this time) we finally had the cupcakes in the oven.

Fang was beside me using the electric beaters to make the icing. "Thanks for helping me, Fang." I said. I was sitting on the countertop doing nothing because Fang told me I wasn't allowed to use the beaters.

Fang just nodded his head in response. Ah, a man of many words. I looked around for something to entertain myself with when I spotted the bag of flour sitting not too far away from me. I looked at Fang and then back at the flour, an idea forming in my head. I grabbed a hand full of flour and then threw it at Fang turning his shoulders and his hair white.

He stopped what he was doing and put the mixer down. I was starting to regret having thrown the flour when I saw the look on his face. "What was that for?" he snarled at me.

"Uhh... accident?" I said though it sounded more like a question. Fang picked up an egg and started moving towards me. Crap.

"Fang, don't you dare!" I said in a warning tone but he ignored me. He reached up and cracked the egg right over my head. Raw egg dripped down the side of my head.

My mouth was permanantely frozen in an O shape, partly from shock and partly from disgust. Shock because I didn't think Fang would actually do it and disgust because, well, who wouldn't be disgusted if they had egg dripping through their hair.

"Sorry, accident." Fang said with an evil smile plastered on his face. I grabbed a spoon, scooped up some of the icing and flung it at Fang's face. The pink icing hit him right on his cheek. I was aiming for his forehead but his cheek will do.

"Oh, it's on." Fang said whilst trying to wipe the icing off and only succeeding in smudging it even more.

Within minutes the floor, countertops and walls were splattered with flour, egg, sugar, icing and various other ingredients. Fang had his arm around my waist and no matter how hard I tried to get away he wouldn't budge. He had the packet of flour in his other hand and was sprinkling what was left of it on my head.

When the packet was empty he looked around for something else to use only to find that we had already used up everything. I assumed that was the end of our food fight but Fang had a different idea in mind. He began tickling me.

"S-stop it!" I laughed while trying to squirm out of his hold. He completely ignored me and continued to tickle me.

After a few minutes, Fang finally stopped. I ended up facing him with his arms still wrapped around me. I became suddenly aware of how close we were standing and forced down a blush that I could feel coming on. Fang was looking down at me, his black obsidian eyes studying my face intently.

We were standing so close that I could feel his heart beating through his shirt. "Max?" Fang whispered.

"Yeah?" I replied.

"You've got a little bit of icing on your nose." I laughed and he grinned in return.

"Ditto." I said smiling. He leant down, his breath fanning across my face.

"I love you, Max." He said. His hand came up to my face and moved a strand of hair to behind my ear.

I couldn't wait any longer. I leant up on my tiptoes, closing the gap between us. A pleasant tingling sensation spread throughout my body when his lips touched mine.

The kiss was soft and gentle and tasted faintly of sugar and icing. My fingers were entangled in his flour coated hair and his were wrapped tightly around my waist. In that moment I forgot that we were covered head to toe in ingredients or that the kitchen was a mess or that my mum would be home soon. All that I could think about was Fang. If I'd known kissing him felt this good I would have done it much, much sooner.

I had no intention of breaking the kiss but I instinctively jumped away from Fang at the sound of the kitchen door opening.

My mum was stood in the doorway frozen with hand on the door and the other was halfway to placing her bag on the table. "What the-" she began. Her eyes were large and her lips were slightly parted.

I looked around just to see how bad the kitchen actually was. Broken eggshells and grains of sugar littered the floor, an empty bottle of vanilla essence lay discarded near my mum's feet, the walls were splattered with pink icing and flour coated every single surface. Fang and I were covered with, believe it or not, even more mess that the kitchen was.

"Uh, hi mum!" I said giving her a little wave. My mum opened her mouth to say something but decided against it. She put her bag strap back on her shoulder and retreated from the room, closing the door after her.

Fang and I simply looked at eachother and burst out laughing. We knew we'd have to clean up the kitchen sooner or later but we just planned on it being later. Fang pulled me into his arms again picking things up where they left off. Make that much later...

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