𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥

ꜱɪᴄᴋ | A.R

ABOUT: Y/n is Adam's first valentines and he tried to make the day special by preparing her dinner...
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lowercase intended.

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"Y/n! Come over tonight," adam comes up to y/n at her locker.

She turns around and looks at him confused.

"what," she raises her eyebrow at him.

"you're my valentines," he shrugs.

"i don't remember you asking me," she crosses her arms.

"i did.. just now," he mumbles the last part.

Y/n rolls her eyes, "fine, but you better have something good planned."

"you got it, real valentines," he jokes and walks away excitedly.

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Adam started getting prepared after his mom left for her night shift.

He starts with setting the table up, making it as romantic as possible for a twelve year old.

He listens to music as he makes the food for them.

He wanted to make something he was familiar with. Maybe pancakes.

Adam was thinking all sorts of options like go for the classic spaghetti.

Maybe mac and cheese. He does have krafts.

He thought to himself, "yep! kraft mac and cheese it is!"

He skips to his pantry to grab the mac and cheese box.

He runs back to the drawer with the pots and pans. He grabs the pot and fill it up with water. He places it on the stove and wait for it to boil.

———

He had gotten on his VR and was too focus that he forgot about his boiling water until he heard sizzles.

He immediately gets off the couch and rush to the kitchen.

He sees the pot slowly getting engulfed with bubbling water.

He quickly tries to salvage it and once he does he pours the macaroni in the pot.

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He finally has the macaroni and cheese done and it looked perfectly placed on the plates.

He takes them to the table and grabs cups for the water.

Now all he has to do is wait for y/n.

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ding

That was her!!

He ran to the door and open it.

"Y/n! You finally made it," he smiles.

"Yep, i sure did," she laughs.

"come on in," he drags her inside, shutting the door.

"what do you have planned," she asks him.

"dinner for the both of us," he says.

"uh.. food? I love food, but i don't know about food.. from you," she says unsure.

"trust me. I got my dad genes from food," he says proudly.

Y/n smiles unsurely. She was not ready for this. She wanted to spend time with adam... but she doesn't trust him making food.

"take a seat," he pulls her seat back for her to sit.

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They pick up their utensil and begin to dig in. Y/n takes a bit and her face squelched.

"mmm..." she says about to feel sick.

"is it good," adam smiles.

"yeah.. sure," she fakes a smile.

Y/n pushes through to eat all the food and luckily there wasn't that much.

He also bought store bought dessert so that makes it up.

"I didn't actually think you'd come," adam admits.

"I would've. I mean i do like you," she says.

"you like me," he asks.

"yeah i do. I mean we always hang out and everything so it grew," she tells him.

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They were lying on the couch after dinner watching a comedy romance movie. (your choice)

Y/n's stomach was hurting throughout the whole thing, but she didn't want to ruin the night.

———

She's now puking in adam's bathroom with adam patting her back from beside her.

"i'm so sorry, i didn't think it was that bad. Why didn't you tell me," he says worried.

"I didn't wanna bother you with it. I thought it would go away," she coughs.

"Maybe my dad doesn't cook that good," he laughs trying to ease the situation.

"yeah.. maybe you should learn more from your mom," y/n laughs softly.

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The next day at school. Adam didn't see y/n anywhere.

Or the following week.

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adam
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y/n!
where have you been all week?
are you okay?

how do you make mac and cheese so terribly

i said i was sorry 😔

you gave me food poisoning adam

WHAT?!
LET ME MAKE IT UP TO YOU

no more homemade food from you.

I'LL COME OVER WITH CHICKEN

🙂

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