being best friends had its privileges. only of which spencer agreed to if it worked out in his favour, but privileges nonetheless. but storming into his cozy apartment and making the poor boy bake with you, and interrupting his reading, didn’t seem like one. still, he stood still like a statue beside you while you were preparing cupcakes.

feeling a bit mischievous, you reached for the flour, and “accidentally” threw some onto him.

“hey?!” spencer exclaimed, wiping his cardigan.