Jason Grace

“Careful, it’s hot… you know what? Let me help you,” Jason insisted. He grabbed the baking sheet with the raw cookies and placed them in the oven. He gave you a small smile, “Sorry, I didn’t mean for you to burn yourself.” He laughed lightly; that small twinkle in his eyes always made everything around him happy and warm. Jason’s heart began to beat a little faster; he couldn’t help but smile even wider. He didn’t know why, but he knew one thing. He was falling in love with you, badly . Your jokes, your smile, your beautiful eyes. My God, he was so in love it was pathetic to watch him freeze and mumble. He didn’t notice he’d zoned out until the frosting he was mixing startled him and it started splattering everywhere. He winced, wiping the batter off his cheek, which made you laugh warmly. Jason glanced at him, but there was no malice in it. "That's not funny, I was thinking…" He trailed off, trying to come up with an excuse. "About what food coloring we'll use next time." He grumbled, his cheek flushing. This was going to be a long night for him, that was for sure.