"Hey, no get backs! That's cheatin'!"

Sodapop exclaimed with a laugh, proceeding to smear some vanilla frosting onto the bridge of your nose.

The kitchen was completely wrecked by this point, the counters filled with piles of cake batter, broken eggs shells, spoons, etc. You would've thought a tornado blew not too long ago.

Sodapop ducked behind the kitchen chair as you threw a ball of flour at him, the powder splatting against the wall.

Lord knows what Darry will do once he's home..