♬ Nine ♬

                                    

                                          
I looked at myself in my rearview mirror, sighing before taking off my glasses. I hid them in my glove compartment, and let my contacts take over.
                          
I stepped out of my car, grabbed my bag full of Zoella's clothes, and walked up the walkway to Dan's house; taking a deep breathe before knocking on the door. The door opened almost immediately, and before me stood Dan, wearing.. Glasses?
                          
"Dan, you have something on your face." I pointed towards the glasses, despite how I was always told pointing is rude.
                          
"Oh no is it marinara sauce? I was getting the ingredients ready before you showed up." He felt around his face, avoiding his glasses.
                          
I took his glasses off, "I meant these."
                          
He blinked multiple times, "Oh yeah, I was just trying them.." He grabbed them, inviting me inside. He shut the door, and I looked around his house. For someone so popular, I expected more in his house.
                          
"The kitchen is this way." He called after me, walking towards an open doorway. I followed him, covering my mouth as he walked face first into a wall, stumbling back. "Shit." He groaned.
                          
"Are you okay?" I giggled, and he rubbed his nose, "I'm fine. Let's go." He walked around the doorway, entering the kitchen. I saw all the ingredients laid out in front of us, and I rolled my sleeves up, "Okay, let's do this."
                          
"Wait," He pulled two aprons out of a drawer, one that says 'Kiss the Cook' and the other says 'I'm Kissing The Cook'.
                          
I cringed, "Good Lord."
                          
"It's just for a little, you don't actually have to kiss me." He threw it over my head, and I watched as it hit the floor.
                          
"Something tells me you need those glasses." I stated, grabbing the glasses off the counter and handing them to him.
                          
He scoffed, "I don't need no stinking glasses. Now, let's get started."
                          
"Okay, whatever you say." I shrugged.
                          
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"Okay we'll toss it and then into the oven!" He announced, holding it up. I watched as he tossed it, and he squinted up at it. Yup, he needs these.
                          
I grabbed the glasses, but when I looked back the pizza was already on his face. I couldn't help but laugh at him, and he laughed along as he took it off his face. "Okay, let's get this in the oven."
                          
I slid in front of the oven, holding up the glasses, "Not until you put these on. The last thing I need you doing is putting it in the microwave instead."
                          
He sighed, "Alright, fine." He put them on, and when he looked at me, I couldn't help but smile.
                          
I chuckled slightly, having him scowl, "I knew it." He took them off, "No, no Dan put them back on."
                          
"Why should I? So you can laugh at me again?" He grabbed the pizza, and I frowned.
                          
I placed a hand on his shoulder, "I just thought it was funny cause cool kids don't wear glasses." I handed him the glasses, and he looked down at them.
                          
"I don't need them."
                          
"That pizza that just assaulted your face says otherwise." I stated earning a chuckle from him.
                          
He sighed, "Fine.. Fine I need them." He grabbed them, and put them back on.
                          
I grinned at him, "Isn't that much better?"