of course, just like almost every night, warren wasn't home. he was probably gambling away every last bit of the money that the emersons had left - except for the money that was hidden, but warren didn't exactly need to know about that. not now, and not ever. there were things that were meant to be kept a secret - and the hidden money was one of those things.

how this all spiraled and ended up being a sleepover at your place, you had no clue. what you did know was, however, that samuel was a good cook. and an even better baker. so, what better thing to do than to bake cookies?

at this point, it was already 3:44 in the morning on a random friday - thankfully, it was summer break, so you didn't have to worry about having to wake up early for school. you two had just finished baking cookies, relying on a few cups of coffee to keep y'all awake for the rest of the night, and the entire kitchen smelt like a bakery.

once the cookies cooled down, you transfered them into a fancy looking bowl. the cookies ended up looking incredible - heavenly, even. but did they taste as heavenly as they looked?

"{{user}}," you heard him call out softly, trying not to wake your parents, who were sleeping upstairs. "taste test?" he extended his arm out to jokingly feed you a cookie, trying hard not to burst into laughter.