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It was another day in Mike and Will's venture in the newly destroyed America. They stumbled upon a house that they, they being Mike, felt like was a good spot to stop for the night. It was only 11am. He was simply tired of walking and didn't care if Will protested. Which he did because, "Oh what if there's zombies in there" or "Oh what if the family still lives there and we're breaking in" and blah blah blah a bunch of garbage Mike didn't even process as he kicked open the door. He wandered the house as Will moped on the couch. After a while, Mike called Will into the kitchen.
Mike had finished a poor looking falling apart cake, presenting it to will, "I made you a cake :D"
Will simply glanced at it, "You're trying to poison me."
Mike's large smile fell, as he frowned, "no im not just try it asshole"
Will looked at him, "No, I WILL die."
Mike, "Shut up no you won't stop being a dick your poor and starving so just try it."
Will, "No I-" he got immediately cut off when Mike had shoved a forkful of the probably poisoned cake in to Will's mouth
Will paused and chewed, ready to convulse and die within seconds, yet none of that happened. He was shocked when the cake actually tasted GOOD. He looked at Mike, who now had his massive smile back. Will just nodded and Mike cheered silently, "I told you I wasn't trying to poison you! Now, if you made ME food on the other hand, I'd probably turn heel and run."
Will swallowed and frowned, "You're a dick."
Mike, "Nuh uh I made you a cake" he responded crossing his arms.
Will, "Cake that you probably poisoned, and it just has long term affects."
Mike, "Er well whatever it tasted good you dog." He frowned
Will equally frowned, "You're a dick."
Mike obtained a handful of cake and shoved it in Will's face, and laughed. He continued to snicker and giggle as Will shook his head to throw some of the cake off of his face and out of his hair. He made a sound that was similar to a 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭. He swiftly grabbed the plate the cake was on and threw the entirety of it onto Mike, who had stopped laughing. He stood there dripping in cake like a sopping wet cat. He then grew a mischievous grin as he lunged at Will, hugging him tightly to get the cake transferred to the other.
Will tried to push Mike off, "Get off! Ew stop it!!" He yelled as Mike just hugged him tighter, getting the cake all over Will and even more on himself. After a while of this wrestling, Will finally pushed Mike off. They were mostly covered in frosting while the cake itself was all over the floor. Mike was smiling stupidly as Will was frowning. Mike grabbed a handful of cake off of his hoodie, and as some sort of last hurrah, rubbed it into Will's hair.
As Mike saw Will's anger grow he ran out of the kitchen, noticeably slipping on the cake on the floor but escaping effectively, and the game continued on as a now game of chase. They ran and hid from each other for hours until darkness fell upon them and they grew tired of the running. They sat by a tree sighing, fully out of breath. Mike laughed some before they sat in silence.
The silence lasted for a couple minutes before Will spoke up, "Hey uh.. why did you make a cake for me?"
Mike looked at him, "Hm? I didn't, I didn't make that cake for you."
Will then looked at Mike, "No but earlier you said-"
Mike, "No, you're hearing things wrong. Why would I make a cake for you? That's.. totally gay."
Will looked down, "Ha yeah I guess you're right, totally gay.." he spoke, his face falling as he leaned against the tree
Mike, "Was it a good cake though? I never tried it."
Will looked down again, his and Mike's hands were close, "Yeah, it was pretty amazing. Thanks for not poisoning me."
Mike, probably without even thinking, had interlocked his and Will's pinkies, "Good because if you thought it was bad you would've been wrong"
Will smiled and rolled his eyes, shifting so he was leaning on Mike, "Where did you learn how to bake anyway?"
Mike, "I used to bake with my mooommm before you went missing last year. We actually kinda stopped when I turned 13 because I think baking is gay as hell. But I mean its fun I guess. That house had a working stove and cake stuff so I made one with whatever they had. I remembered your favorite flavor was strawberry so that's what I made. I was never good at decorating them though, I can make frosting I just can't.. frost. I guess. And I'm just not super creative like you, I've never been as artistic as you or anything, so I used to let my mom or Nancy decorate them. Or Holly when she was like 2 because mom insisted on it." He ranted, as he usually does, about nothing anyone would care about. But Will cared.
Will, "I didn't know me disappearing ruined such a happy thing for you guys."
Mike, "I think I'd give up baking rather than have to have you go missing again."
Will paused, he knew Mike didn't mean anything by it, but it endeared him anyway. He smiled at the ground and the silence came back, as it does. And this time it stayed as they both dazed off, preparing for another eventful day of looking for Home Depot.