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Chapter Five

CHAPTER FIVE~

After an hour long struggle to get the paint off their skin, Sydney and Dion were more than ready to eat something. It was four in the afternoon and after painting for most of the day, the two were hungry. Very hungry.

Dion pulled out of pancake batter from the giant fridge in the kitchen and let it drop on the countertop with a dull thunk. He pulled out the frying pan and turned on the stovetop.

"Jeez, I swear this paint is impossible," Sydney mumbled as she entered the kitchen, letting the doors swish shut behind her. "Why didn't I cover up with the long sleeve shirt?"

"Didn't expect there to be so much mess eh?" Dion asked casually.

Sydney winced, still wallowing in guilt from that spillage. "About that... if you want I can repay you for the can of paint."

"Nah, s'alright Syd. It was an accident." Dion repeated for the umpteenth time. He was beginning to wonder how he could convince her of that fact. She was taking every little mistake to heart and it was concerning him. He usually found it easy to make people smile and laugh but Sydney was not an easy audience. He sighed inaudibly and pulled on a smile as he turned to face her. "Wanna try?" he asked, holding out the spatula.

Sydney's eyes lit up but she hesitated. What if she did something stupid again?

"C'mon Syd, you know you want to!" he sung out tauntingly. "Or maybe you're scared?"

Her eyes hardened significantly and for a few moments, Dion thought he'd actually angered her. But a corner of her lips twitched in a smile and she nodded firmly. "Bring it on. Maybe I'll actually be able to make my family breakfast after this."

"Have you ever flipped pancakes before?" Dion asked.

"Nope!"

"Well, there's a first for everyone!"

"Do you think we could flip it high enough to hit the ceiling and stick there?" Sydney wondered aloud.

"Honestly, I've wanted to try that for ages. I don't think we could get enough force though." Dion commented thoughtfully.

Sydney nodded and watched the pancakes batter bubble on one side. From her other side, Dion was getting an overwhelming urge to stick an undercooked pancake onto the kitchen ceiling. It always looked so much fun when it was done in cartoons. The only reason he hadn't tried doing it before was because his parents were always around to supervise him while he baked or cooked.

Dion gripped the pan tightly, trying to supress the urge to flip a pancake onto the ceiling. To be honest, he could probably do it. The ceiling wasn't that high up. He slipped the spatula under the pancake that was sizzling away in the pan. It was almost the right consistency to flip it. One side was pretty solid while the other side was still sticky. Dion swallowed and licked his lips as he tightened his grip on the pan handle even further.

His mind formed countless scenarios of how this might end.

You will not do this. Dion chanted over and over in his mind as the pancake cooked to the perfect flipping state. You will not do this!

He did it.

His hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they gripped the pan's handle, whipped it off the stove and swung it upwards with as much force as he could muster. Sydney yelled in shock while Dion watched with anticipation as the pancake flew into the air.

Splat!

By sheer luck, the pancake actually stuck.

"Dion!" Sydney yelped. "I wasn't serious! It was an innocent question!"