In Love With A Pshyco ;) (Stephen X Reader)

💜Chapter 8💜

(Y/N's POV)

Today is the day we pick up Stephen. Jay asked if I wanted to go with him, so I accepted. Jay picked me up from my house and drove to the hospital. We checked in with the nurse and told her we were here to pick Stephen up. She lead us to his room to him playing on his phone.

"Dammit, this moron murd-oh hey guys, I didnt see you there. I was totally not playing on my phone." He gave us a cheesy grin.

"Sure you weren't," I said. "Now get up, it's time to go home."

  He sat up and grabbed his stuff. We checked out of the hospital then went to Stephen's house. "Hey (Y/N)?" Stephen whispered to me.

"Yes, oh mighty Stephen?" I whispered back.

"Do you wanna stay at my house for a bit?"

"Oh, yeah sure." I replied.

"You know I can hear you two." Jay looks in the rear view mirror.

"Its good to know that your ears work, Jay." I giggle.

  We arrive at Stephen's house and Jay drops us off. "Bye guys, have fun." Jay winks at me. My face quickly turns red.

"Don't be shy of the ol' mighty Stephen." He smirked.

  Stephen walks me inside of his medium house. Everything looked so nice. His kitchen was really big, and he had a biggish living room.

"So, wanna watch a movie?" Stephen asks, snapping me back to reality.

"Sure, what movie?"

"Ah I don't know, you pick."

"Okay," I think about it for a moment. "Oh! How about Ferris Buellers Day Off?"  (A favorite of mine ;))

"That's a good choice."

He finds a dusty disk and slips it into the dvd thingie. The movie starts playing we get settled on the couch.

"How could I possibly be expected to handle school on a day like this?" Ferris looks out the window revealing a nice blue sky.

After the movie ends, Stephen asks if I wanted to eat something.

"How about we cook something together!" I sqeak.

"Oh, yea, sure, let's have the world's worst cook cook something for us." He says sarcastically.

"Oh come on. It'll be fun. I can teach you." I say bouncing up and down.

"Fineeeee." He groans, extending the 'e.'

  We walk to the kitchen and stand near the island. "So what should we make?" Stephen asks.

Without hesitating, I say, "Brownies!"

"For dinner?" He waits a moment. "Fine okay. Good thing I have a box or two of brownie mix."

  He pulls out two boxes of brownie mix and sets it on the island. I pull out two bowls and put one in front of each of us.

"Whoever makes the best brownie wins!" I exclaim.

"Ahaha no, this is the only thing Stephen is not good at."

"Well, if Stephen wants to win at something, he better start working." I start getting the ingredients out.

  He frantically starts reading the box. He grabs an egg and trys to crack it. He failed miserably. The eggshells got all over the place. I laugh at him while he is covered in yolk. I grab an egg and crack one into his bowl, then grabbing another one to crack in mine.

After I add the wet ingredients, I add the mix and start stirring. I look over at Stephen to see him trying to measure the olive oil. I put down the spatula and I grab the measuring cup and oil. I pour the oil to the right amount and hand it back to Stephen.

"There ya go bud." I laugh at him as he slouches and pours the oil in the bowl.

"Excuse me for not being good at baking. Hosuh is the one that bakes, and Ann." He groans.

  I continue stirring until it was at the right consistency then poured the mix into a pan. Then I placed it in the oven. Then I walk to Stephen an watch him fail at baking.

"A little help would be nice." He says frustrated while trying to stir. I laugh and grab his spatula and start stirring.

  Then I pour the mix into a pan and stuck it into the oven. Now it's time to wait.

"So, how was baking with (Y/N)?" I ask sweetly.

"Horrific." He groans. "Don't tell the others that I can't cook or bake." He adds.

"Sure thing, buster." I smile.

  I stare into his nice brown eyes while he stares into my (E/C) eyes. "I bet you can't resist my beautiful eyes, can you?" He makes his signature grin.

  I lightly shove him then sit in the chair.

"But I gotta say, your eyes are just as beautiful." He says.

"Looks like someone can't resist my eyes." I lift an eyebrow and smile.

We sit on the chairs until the oven beeps. I get up and grab a pair of oven mitts and put them on, then grabbed the pan's from the oven. "Hey, do you have any toothpicks?" I ask looking over my shoulder.

  He gets up from the chair and walks to a cabinet. He opens it and grabs a tiny tub of toothpicks. "Thanks." I say.

  I stick a toothpick into the brownies to see if they were ready, and sure enough, they were. "Time for taste testing!" I squeak in excitement.

"Mine is going to taste like death and garbage." Stephen smirked.

  I cut the brownies and put a slice on a plate, then handed it to Stephen. Then I grab my own.

"Rea-" Stephen already ate the one I gave him.

"What?" He muffled.

  I laugh and ate mine. It was good, to be honest. Then I grabbed a slice from Stephen's pan and gave it to Stephen.

"Now, on three. 3.... 2....1!" I take a bite out of Stephen's brownie, then immediately start gagging. I can taste the crunch of the eggshells. I run over to the trash and spit it out.

"Are trying to kill me?" I say, disgusted.

"Maybe?" Stephen replied.
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Ok. Another one done.
So can you guys tell me if the story is alright, cuz like I said before, it's my first one. And if you have any suggestions, please comment down below, see ya!