Chocolate Chip Spookies

Notes: Hit a block with 'Being Stupid', so I decided to type up this story that's been sitting in my notebook for weeks. Also, drew this not that long afterwards (was on a real 'Cleo and Deuce bake something' kick): http: / i757 . photobucket . com / albums / xx219 / Midnight-Imp / Monster %20 High / baking . jpg

Just remove the spaces.

"When you said you wanted to bake spookies, I kinda thought that meant we'd be making them together and that you'd, y'know, help." Deuce said as he looked his girlfriend sitting cross legged on the counter with a cookbook in her hands.

"I am so helping," Cleo protested. "I'm holding the book, aren't I? And I am helpfully reading from it." She waved the cook book in the air for emphasis. The frown on his face clearly said he wasn't buying it. Cleo sighed and slid off the counter in defeat. "All right. Fine. The truth is I have no idea what to do. I've never even been in a kitchen before." With her head tilted down and her eyes looking up at him, she drew little circles on the counter top with her finger.

Deuce had to roll his eyes at the obvious manipulation, but still she was totally scary cute when she played coy, so he went along with it. Out of the cabinet, he pulled a sifter and mixing bowl and set them by her on counter. Cleo watched, fascinated, as he proceeded to measure out different types of white powders and set them next to the bowl. "All right. Pour those cups into this." He tapped the sifter.

Cleo peered down the tin cup. Her brow wrinkled when she saw the holes in the bottom. "Won't it just fall out?"

"Yeah. It's suppose to."

She crossed her arms. "Why can't I just pour in it the bowl then?"

"Because this will mix it." Deuce explained. He saw her frown and added, "Come on." He wrapped his arms around her. With his hands on hers, they poured the powders into the sifter. Deuce naming each other as they pour them in. "Sugar. Flour. An-nd baking powder." Their fingers laced together, he brought her hand to the crank and started turning it slowly. The powders sprinkled into the bowl, mixing together.

Cleo snuggled against his chest and felt him nuzzle her hair. "Still do not see why we could not just pour it in the bowl."

He pulled away, shaking his head. "Okay, the next step is to add butter," he read off the page. "While I do that," he set a small bowl in front of the princess. "Crack these eggs."

"Sure are bossy today," she commented, casting a sidelong glance. She saw him smirk and couldn't resist hip checking him into the counter, making him chuckle. Cleo took an egg in each hand and looked at the bowl.

Deuce flinched when he heard the eggs land in the bowl with a crunch. "Really should seen that coming," he said as he picked the eggshells out.

"All right." Deuce spooned the cookie dough onto a tray while Cleo sat on the counter, licking the mixing spoon. "Finally, we put them in the oven for ten minutes."

"But that will take forever," she pouted. "What we are suppose to do for ten minutes?"

Deuce turned to her, eyebrow raised.

-Ten Minutes Later-

With a wet paper howl, Deuce wiped the lipstick off his neck. "All right, the spookies should be done now."

"Mm hm..." Cleo fixed her makeup while Deuce took the spookies out of the oven. The edges were crisp and some were a little doughy in the center, but the kitchen was instantly filled with the smell of warm chocolate and sugar.

He held the rack out to her. "Try one."

She turned one over in her finger to cool it. Cleo carefully nibbled the edge of her spookie. "Hm... It does not taste disgusting." She popped the rest of it into her mouth.

"And you made them." He kissed her cheek. "Congrats."