𝑰'𝒎 𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒆 (𝑩𝒊𝒈𝑻)

𝑻𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒚~𝒔𝒊𝒙

{1090 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔}

"No more cast!" Ophelia cheered at she walked into the house. Everyone else was out.

"Yes!" He shouted running to her, picking her up, and spinning her around. She laughed as she buried her face into the crook of his neck. He sat down on his couch and she laid on top of him as he picked a random rom-com to play so they could make fun of it. She looked up at him as the movie started.

"You know what that means?" She asked as she leaned closer to his face.

"I think I do." He said and Ophelia abruptly kissed him. She pulled away and Tanner smiled. "But could you clarify just so I know?"

"Mhm." She leaned closer to his ear. "I can kick your ass at bowling and baking." She whispered before running off.

"Oh come on!" He groaned before chasing after her. He pulled her back and wrapped his arms around her lifting her off the ground. He walked back to the living room and put her on the ground. "Hi."

"Hi." She turned around smiling up at him. "Oh! I have to go to the bakery later for a couple things before we go bowling tonight. Considering it's only twelve and we don't meet up with everybody until six would you like to do the baking stream at the bakery?"

"Sure. Help me load up my stuff and we can."

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"CHAT! OPHELIA IS LETTING US DO THE BAKING STREAM AT HER BAKERY!" Tanner shouted once the stream started.

"Baby, calm down. Yes, this is the part of the bakery where all the treats and sweets are made. The coffee is made up front though." She smiled at the camera.

"What are we making? You never told me what it was."

"Cinnamon rolls."

"Basic." He mumbled.

"You didn't let me say why!" She nudged his shoulder. "It was what you ordered when we met. I'm not making you coffee though."

"Oh, that is what I ordered."

"And we're out so I need to make more to be served tomorrow." She muttered and Tanner looked at her with an offended expression.

"I am hurt. I thought this was going to be all sweet and romantic but no. It just cause you're out of cinnamon rolls." He clutched his heart still looking offended.

"If I kiss you will it make you feel better?" She chuckled looking at him and he nodded before quickly kissing her. She pulled away with both her hands on his cheeks. "Better?"

"Much better." He smiled and they got to baking.

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"Throw that at me and I will crack this over your head." Ophelia said as Tanner had threatened to throw flour in her face.

"You wouldn't dare." He said as she had two eggs in her hands.

"Believe me I will." He threw the flour at her and she immediately cracked the two eggs over his head. They both turned to chat like nothing had happened. "And that's how you make cinnamon rolls from scratch."

"Wow, thank you so much Lia. And that's it for todays stream. We hope you enjoyed it, if you'll excuse us we need to get cleaned up." Tanner ended the stream and Ophelia wiped off her face. Once she wiped off her face she sat on top of the counter.

"C'mere I'm gonna get some of the egg out of your hair." Ophelia said and Tanner stood in between her legs as she tried to get majority of the eggs out. "I am getting extreme deja vu."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah. Last time we looked like this we said I love you for the first time." Ophelia said as she tossed the paper towel in the trash can near her. "I got most of it out so that way it doesn't get everywhere on the way to your place."

"Thank you, my love."

"My love? I like that one." Ophelia giggled as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"My personal favorite for me is pretty boy." Tanner replied as his hands rested on either side of her.

"I like that one too because it's the perfect way to describe you." She replied leaning down to meet his lips.

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"I have a feeling I'm going to kick all of your asses in bowling." Ophelia cracked her knuckles.

"Really? Cause I'm pretty sure I'm the best bowler here." Blake bragged brushing the 'dust' off his shoulder.

"Oh god. Please not the bowling smack talk." Isaac groaned. They got their lane set up and started bowling.

"I'm gonna go grab the food anyone want to come with?" Nick asked looking around. 

"I will." Nicole jumped up without a second thought. They walked off, holding hands all the way to the concessions.

"They remind me of us." Tanner said interrupting Ophelia's thoughts.

"How?" She asked leaning on him.

"The long conversations, hand holding at any chance they get, the slight flirting, and the looks." Tanner summarized looking down at Ophelia.

"I'm fine if they date, but you know that if Nick fucks up I will have to kick his ass. It's big sister law."

"I know." Tanner chuckled and Nick and Nicole returned with the drinks and snacks. After bowling and snacking for a while Ophelia and Blake were tied. Tanner was in second, Nick was in third, Nicole was in fourth, Larry was fifth, and unfortunately Isaac was last.

"This is rigged." Isaac complained as he rolled another gutter ball.

"It's not rigged you just need lane bumpers." Ophelia shrugged picking up her ball. "Watch and learn Isaac." She said rolling it straight down the middle. Strike. "BOOM!"

"Alright alright. Calm down. You're still going to loose." Blake said feeling very cocky as he grabbed his ball.

"Wanna make it interesting?" She asked.

"Oh god. Lia you don't need to make everything so competitive." Nicole said.

"Winner tweets off the others account."

"Deal."

𓅪𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𓅪

Yumimain
Guys Hopeful..Lia is really cool. Go follow her. She's really funny too. Definitely funnier than me.
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Hopeful..Lia
Don't forget that I'm better a bowling than you.
↳ Yumimain
THAT PIN SHOULD'VE
       FALLEN AND YOU KNOW IT

TheBigTcompany
Can confirm all of this is true
↳ Softwilly
Can also confirm

Nicole.Hope
I love how this is his most liked tweet
↳ Yumimain
I'm just glad people are paying
       attention to me

User25
I'm guessing James lost a bet to Lia
↳ LarryCroft
You would be correct

User26
I feel like Lia and Yumi a very competitive and it's very funny
↳ User27
Yumi is definitely going to try and
       redeem himself