Normal things just don’t happen here.

BAEKALIS’ Point of view. “Not. Another. Word,” I seethed, nipping at my bottom lip as my hands clenched and unclenched at my side, “Don't you dare.”

I couldn't stop myself from pouting, staring up at him through my eyelashes. Stephen stared right back down at me, trying to stifle a laugh. He failed though, his eyes crinkling familiarly as he snorted, erupting into fully blown laughter as he brought his hands up to cover his mouth.

We were in one of the smaller kitchens, trying to bake cookies simply because we were craving something sweet and Stephen said we could not have the candy. It was going fine, considering the fact that I actually knew what I was doing, since it was not the first time I had been making cookies. But, although I'm not really sure what, something went wrong, it was most likely Stephen's fault, though, and when we had heard a weird sound coming from the oven, I had volunteered to open it, only to have one of the bigger pieces of unfinished cookies blow up in my fa