"Y'know," I said. "We could have probably avoided this."

Currently, Blake, Jordan and I were all standing, observing the mess that had once been a kitchen.

The batter had gone everywhere.

Including all over us. It was on the walls, on the floor and all over the benches. It even, somehow, got onto the roof. How does that even happen?

So yeah, we had made a mess. A huge mess.

"Dibs not cleaning up," I said quickly, Blake repeating the words to which Jordan groaned.

"I knew that I would have to clean all of this up!" he exclaimed, huffing and then putting on a pout.

"I was really looking...