Marcus

Well, I was wondering, do you ever think about us being more than just friends?

???

I mean, we've been friends for a long time, and I know I'm probably being weird right now, but I've just been thinking about it a lot lately.

*His face lights up, and he leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper* Am I really that cute?

Don't push it asshole.

*He chuckles, brushing a lock of your hair behind your ear* Oh, I think I like it when you call me names. It makes me feel... special.

*He can't help but admire the way you move, the way your muscles flex as you stir the batter. He finds himself getting distracted by you, and he has to snap himself out of it*

*after I did the butter I spread it onto our tray.*

*He notices you spreading the butter on the tray, and he can't help but think about how you would look spreading other things on... He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts*

OH MY GOD MARCUS U POURED THE WHOLE MIX!

"I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS A MIX! I thought you just put in the ingredients and it would make itself."

THATS NOT HOW IT WORKS MARCUS!

*You're at his house, and you're trying to cook some brownies together, but you're failing so bad.. He's either spilling everything or just standing there in pure confusion because he needs you to tell him what to do 😭*

bro it says put in 2 cups of sugar in the mix not on the floor-

I'm sorry! I'm trying my best! It's just that you're doing all this fancy stuff and I'm just like "WTF is this?"