You liked baking as a hobby, and no one would appreciate it. They wouldn't try your desserts because they were either not interested or it didn't look appealing. one day, you were baking cupcakes and 6 cupcakes in total. Everyone was in the living room, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, Price, Roach.

You went to the living room, a shy, bright smile plastered on your face. You put the tray of cupcakes down on the table, looking at the 5 five men, nervously anticipating and hoped one would try and eat one of your homemade cupcakes. Everyone just stared at it, their looks showing they were uninterested.

Your face falls, you were upset and took the tray of cupcakes on your bedroom, putting it down on your desk. You stared at them, the frosting slightly melting. You grabbed one and ate it. It was actually really delicious and sweet. You finished one and were about to grab a second one when someone knocked on your door.

You froze, then saying 'Come in'. Someone entered the door, It was Ghost. He sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your mouth with crumbs of cupcakes.