Disclaimer: I don't own JONAS.

Author's Notes: Just a little fluffy fic. :3 I'm not too thrilled with how it turned out. I do like the end, though. Enjoy!

"Eggs?"

"Check."

"Flour?"

"Check."

"Chocolate chips?"

"...Crap."

"Joesph! How could you forget the chocolate chips?"

"I don't know!...Oh yea, I was in the baking isle, and then there were those little coupon puller-outer thingies, you know, the ones that say 'Take One' but they're so fun to pull out, so you end up taking like-"

Groan. "Whatever, Joe. What are we supposed to do now?"

Rummage. "We have...hershey's bars?"

"How many?"

"Seven."

"....Seven?"

"You know how Kevin gets during his time of the month."

Eyeroll. "Fine, that should be enough. We'll just melt them like the regular chips. Now, measure the flour."

Mutter. "Bossy."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." Innocent smile.

Hmmph.

Tap tap tap. Crack. Plop.

"Hey! Stell-uhhh....I wanted to crack the eggs!" Whine.

"No."

"What do you mean, no?"

"I'm doing it."

Stamp. "But it's the best part!"

"Duh, that's why I'm doing it!" Smirk.

Glower. Arms crossed. Scowl.

"Oh, don't scare me Joe." Mocking.

Frown.

Crack.

Scream.

"JOSEPH LUCAS! YOU F- YOU- UGH. YOU GOT EGG IN MY HAIR!"

Innocent. "But Stella...I just wanted to crack an egg." Smile.

Back to flour.

"You're...ugh. You're just..." Fury.

"Sexy? Cute? Undeniably delicious?" Smirk.

Glower. Poof.

"HEY! Fine, if that's how you want to play..."

Poof.

"Joe! Flour doesn't come out of satin! Urgh."

Poof.

Yelp. "MY HAIR!" Cover.

Satisfied smirk. "Now, hand me the chocolate."

Glare.

"Thank you. Now, this only needs like, 10 seconds to melt. And don't over heat it, Joe. It will ruin the consistency."

"Yes, mother."

Eyebrow arch.

Blows raspberry.

"Very mature, Joesph."

"Oooohh, look at me, I'm Stella! I'm pretty and blonde and I like to boss people around!"

Eyeroll. "You're such a dwonk."

Scoff. Glare. "Yea, well...You have egg in your hair! And you're not even trying to wipe it off." Snicker. "That's gross."

Hmmph. "It's often used a natural conditioner!" Fume.

Snicker. "Oh, well, in that case-" Crack.

Block.

"JOESPH! NOW SEE WHAT YOU DID? Now I can't touch anything!"

Shrug. "You didn't have to block."

"..." Glare.

Smile. Turn. Cracking eggs.

Dip. Swish. Splat.

Scream. "HOLY HELL STELLS. THAT WAS BURNING HOT CHOCOLATE. AND MY NECK IS SENSITIVE. AND YOU'RE JUST LUCKY YOU DIDN'T GET MY-"

Pause.

Realization.

Wail.

"WHY THE HAIR? WHY THE HAIR, STELLA? WHY? WHAT DID THE GARNIER BODY BOOST SYSTEM EVER DO TO YOU?" Sob.

Stove off. "Stop being such a baby. If it's that big of a deal, I'll get it out, god. Now come he-"

"No! Don't touch me with those eggy hands of yours!"

Sniff. "You brought it all on yourself."

Glower.

Spoon. Smear.

Scream.

"GET THIS OFF. RIGHT NOW. JOE, I'M NOT JOKING. THIS NECKLACE IS FROM TIFFANY'S, AND THE CHOCOLATE WILL RUIN THE CHAIN."

"..."

"DON'T JUST STAND THERE, YOU MORON, GET. IT. OFF!" Seeth.

"Erm-"

"DON'T TOUCH ME WITH THOSE HANDS. THEY'RE COATED IN FLOUR.."

"But-"

"YOUR BUTT WILL BE ON THE LINE IF-"

Lick.

"..."

"..."

Pause.

"Better?"

"Mhm."

"Okay then."

Blush.

"You have chocolate on right over here-" Motion.

"Oh. Well could you-"

Lick.

"Thanks."

"It was nothing." Grin.

Smile.

Dip. Smear.

Lick.

"..."

"The chocolate tastes like hazelnut."

"That's not the chocolate.'

"Oh."

Pause.

"I like hazelnut."

Pause.

"You have a little on your lips-"

"Could you get it-"

Kiss.

"..."

"..."

"Thanks."

"It was nothing." Smirk.

"Now you have a little on your-"

Kiss.

"..."

"..."

"..."

"..."

Waist. Neck. Tongue.

"..."

"..."

"..."

Pull.

"I got egg in your hair."

"I got chocolate in your mouth."

Smile.

Kiss.