“Ahhh,” you screamed as Johnny flung a glob of whipped cream at you, it hitting your hair.

Everyone had made a mad dash for the bowl to refill their plates with the white liquor soaked substance. And now were flinging it in small sized globs at each other. Everyone was fairly covered and were laughing loudly. You were grateful that your dress wasn’t a dry clean only garment as explaining these stains would be hard to do and keep a straight face.

You flung some at Dan who had tried to get you and missed and was now battling with Syn. Which seeing Syn with whipped cream dotting his personage was laugh worthy all on its own.

“Gotchya,” Johnny yelled as he flung the cream at Bert from behind his chair.

You had followed his suit and had hid down behind your chair, ammo in hand for your next victim. The place was a wreck but you didn’t care, it was only going to get worse. Especially when. . .

“What in the hell is going on?” Matt asked as he closed the glass door behind him, his phone still in his hand though closed, as he approached the table.

At his loud question everyone stopped what they were doing and stood up from their crouched places, dripping and sticky with whipped cream. You all looked frightfully ridiculous, and it showed on Matt’s face as he stared at the nine of you. Everyone seemed to telepathically connect for a second for you all turned to look at each other slowly and grin.

“Get him!” Zacky shouted.

At that all of you, all nine, threw globs of whipped cream at your brother. Them all hitting him in different places at the same time. He was covered. And looking pissed.

“You’re. All. So. Dead,” he said as he chucked his cell phone onto the nearest couch and lunged for the whipped cream.

You, Johnny, and Bert all shrieked and dove for cover, and for more ammo as your brother started chucking whipped cream. It got crazy at that point, your brother always added a certain level of craziness to anything. He was like the Emril of any party, always “BAM”, bringing it up a notch.

You dove under the table as a large glob came flying your direction. No one seemed to notice you duck under it, except for the person who followed you, though not knowing you had done it. Zacky bumped into your back as he scooted farther underneath.

“Oomph,” you grunted when he hit you and couldn’t scoot any farther.

Zacky turned and looked at you and smiled a bit, you could see why, the both of you looked absurd. He took a sip of the beer he had managed to bring down with him and then held it out to you. You nodded your head and took the beverage and took a sip before handing it back to him.

“How long before they realize we’ve hidden away under here do you think?” Zacky asked you quietly so as not to be heard.

Though how they would hear you down there was beyond you since they were making a very loud ruckus .

“I say we’re safe for a bit,” you answered.

There was a few moments of awkward silence between the two of you. Till Zacky turned to look at you again since you had stayed back to back under the table so as not to have to face one another.

“The, uh, food was good,” Zacky said lamely.

“Thanks. But you don’t have to make with the weird small talk, uncomfortable silence is fine with me,” you said softly.

Zacky simply stared at you, causing you to turn your gaze away and look out and watch the running of feet and splattering of falling whipped cream.

“This place is going to be a mess,” you said after a moment of silence.

“You’re a mess already,” Zacky said as he looked at your face.

“Hahaha I guess I am,” you said as you started to wipe some of it off.

Zacky simply just smirked at you as you wiped it off, seeming to enjoy your mess and situation.

“You’re not so hot over their either Zacky,” you said said as you wiped some off your eyebrow.

At that Zacky raised a hand to his face and chuckled as it ran into a giant clump on his higher forehead.

You joined in on his chuckling as you finished wiping the rest of the cream mostly off your face, taking the time to eat a bit here and there. Hey it tasted good so why waste it right? You called yourself mostly clean as you were licking the last bit off your fingers as you turned to look over at Zacky. He was mostly bereft of whip cream as well, though it still speckled him and covered his hair and body, you expected yourself to look the same for the most part. But at least most of it was off your face.

“At least it’s tasty,” you said as you finished licking off your last finger.

Zacky simply just chuckled at you and leaned in close to you and then reached forward with a finger and brushed it against your forehead. You just sat there stock still as he did it, not knowing what was going on or what he was getting at. You watched his face as he brought his finger back and you saw some residual whip cream on it.

“You missed a spot,” he said softly as he stuck his finger and the whip cream into his mouth.

You just sat there and stared at him, your eyes darting down to stare at the finger in-between his lips currently and then back up to his eyes. He wasn’t smirking he was simply staring directly back into your eyes. You couldn’t help it, as you sat there and stared at him, with no malice or bad feelings in the stare, you felt yourself lean forward. You were on autopilot, something inside you was pushing the gears and levers to make you lean in closer, no matter how much something in your brain was screaming no. But whatever it was was working inside Zacky as well for he wasn’t exactly staying stock still.

Right as your faces were mere inches from one another you heard someone shout and grab your ankle.

“Found a stow away. I found her, I found her,” Quinn shouted as he grabbed your ankle and pulled you kicking and screaming out from under the table.

Which you were, kicking and screaming. He had caught you off guard and there was a large part of you inside that was thanking him repeatedly for tearing you out from under. And the other part was because you knew what was heading your direction now that they had found you hiding for so long. So you did the only thing you could think of to help spare the amount of torture coming your way. You ratted out your fellow hide-ee.

“Wait! Zacky’s also under the table hiding,” you blurted out, in hopes of saving some of your hide.

At your outburst your brother and Dan reached under and grabbed a hold of Zacky’s now flailing legs and dragged him out. You shot Zacky a “I’m sorry” look to which he only shot you a playful glare in return. You had lost your comrade on the field and you had a feeling you were in store from a large helping of whip cream from him come the end of this all.

You whipped your head back around to the people grinning evilly above you. Standing above you was Quinn, Jeph, Bert and Jimmy, each of them with one hand held behind their backs and a shit eating grin on the front of their faces.

“Oh no,” you whined softly.

“Oh yes,” Jimmy said back.

“Get her!” Bert shouted.

At his shout all four of the guys you had ganging up on you flung their handfuls of whipped topping at you, liberally covering you. You flailed about as best as possible, trying to cover yourself from the missiles, but didn’t exactly accomplish much. They were brutal. And you were gross.

Finally the pelting stopped and you uncrossed your arms from over your face and looked up. They were still standing above you grinning, but they all had their hands dangling down my their sides. All of them that is, except for Jeph. And as one of his hands was still behind his back, his grin was the biggest. You tried smiling sweetly at him but he simply shook his head at you. You scrunched your eyes closed tight and squished your face up, preparing for another round from your current boyfriend. But it didn’t come, all you felt was a weight come across you, causing you to open your eyes. There straddling your waist was your boyfriend, hand still hidden behind his back and grin still plastering his face. As well as large amounts of whipped cream and crumbs of cake. Looks as if someone had resorted to using some of the left over cake as a missile as well as the whipped cream.

“Jeph? Sweetie?” you asked sweetly as you gazed up at him.

Slowly he moved his hand from around behind his back and your eyes widened at the sight of it’s contents. It was whipped cream, oh yes, but it was also cake. What looked to be the remains of the cake all mashed together. You so seriously couldn’t believe he would do it that you just laid there staring up at him in shock as his hand slowly moved to to your face. You inhaled sharply and then glared daggers at him as he ground the rum soaked cake and whipped cream conglomeration into your face. And he seemed to be enjoying it regardless of the evil daggers, all in god fun, that you were shooting at him via your eyes. You laid there and took it like a champ, just letting him get as much as he could out of it. When he was finally done rubbing it into your pores and had sat back up straight, grinning like a fool, you took a moment to pause before spitting out what had covered your mouth and gotten into it. You simply narrowed your eyes in a squint and opened your mouth to say something.

“Oh don’t go and ruin it by saying something. You look too good to be true, and good enough to eat,” Jeph said as he leaned forward and kissed you, cake, whipped cream and all.

That shut you up as you wrapped your very sticky hands up around his equally sticky neck and head.

“Hey foul on the field, foul on the field. Ref! Where’s the ref?” Bert shouted as he pointed to your kissing forms.

Notes

So close, so damn close!