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Zayne: “Just one more spoonful.”

MC: “You said that seven spoonfuls ago!”

Caleb: “Aw cmon Pipsqueak, he looks adorable eating the batter.”

MC: “We need that batter for the cake, or do you want a really small cake?”

Rafayel: “Wouldn’t be the only small thing he has.”

Caleb: “Says the shortest guy here.”

Rafayel: “My shortness adds to my cuteness.”

MC: “Xavier don’t put that in the batter.”

Xavier: “Too much sugar?”

MC: “No, it’s because that’s salt.”

Xavier: “Oh.”

Sylus: “I finished coloring the frosting.”

MC: “Thanks…Sylus they’re all red.”

Rafayel: “Actually that’s one is carmine, that’s crimson, that there is cherry and that-”

MC: “Eirher way we need more variety. Like pinks and whites and stuff.”

Sylus: “Well I don’t know what to tell you kitten.”

MC: “Well how about ‘Ok I’ll go make some more colors’.”

Sylus: “…fine.”

MC: “Thanks you. Xavier that’s not sugar either, let Caleb help you or something.”

Xavier: “I’m a perfectly capable baker.”

MC: “Do I need to remind you what happened last Valentine’s Day?”

Xavier: “…Raf, can you help me?”

Rafayel: “Of course my shooting star.”

MC: “Caleb, how are the decorations coming?”

Caleb: “For a beginner I’d say the fondant cats are looking amazing.”

MC: “…those are cats?”

Caleb: “…I tried my best, ok?”

MC: “Of course you did and they look amazing.”

Caleb: “Thank you!”

The neighborhood you picked was small, a downtown area only ten minutes away, with your office only fifteen minutes away. It was refreshing for the first few weeks until you spotted an unmistakable face in the grocery store. He'd grown since middle school, you had too, but you'd recognize those eyes anywhere.

"Kyle?" You were calling his name before you could think twice about it, walking toward him with a wide smile. His head swivels towards you, eyes widening in recognition.

"Y/N? Is that you!?" Kyle gasps as he meets you halfway, grabbing you by the shoulders.

"It is! Holy shit, I never thought I'd see you again!" You gasp, pulling Kyle into a hug and giving him a tight squeeze. Kyle chuckles quietly as he hugs you, pulling back just so he could look at you again.

"Jesus... You've grown up, huh?" Kyle rubs your arm softly before letting you go. "How long has it been, ten years?"

"Longer, I think. You look good." You try not to stare at him, his set jaw, beautiful eyes, warm smile, and muscular build. He used to be your height, and now he was a solid few inches taller. "I just moved here for my job. I can't believe that I ran into you here." Kyle chuckles, getting a bigger smile on his face.

"So you're going to be here for a while?" He asks eagerly, about to say something else, but someone appears behind him. "Oh, Johnny, this is Y/N! Remember the kid I told you about who jumped down the stairwell and dislocated their shoulder? This is them!" Kyle grins, pulling Johnny to his side. "Y/N, this is Johnny. My boyfriend."

"Of all the stories he told you about me." You sigh with fake dramatics, shaking Johnny's hand. "Nice to meet you."

"Oh, he also told me about the time you fell down the stairs on the first day third grade!" Johnny chuckles, making you groan dramatically.

"You can sense a running theme of me and stairs not getting along." You joke, and Johnny bursts into laughter. The three of you chat for a few minutes longer before getting back to your shopping trips. You finally, after years of not having contact with Kyle, had his number saved in your phone and plans to have dinner with him this weekend.

Kyle was happy to see you again, happy to rekindle a friendship with an old friend. Johnny was excited to get to know you, practically buzzing with excitement. "It's no coincidence that right after we talk about adding a third to the relationship, you see them. You know that right?" Johnny teases, eyes sparkling with mischievous joy.