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It was a nice afternoon in Hawkins, the summer came to an end bringing with this the chilly breeze and orange colors of autumn.
Having a girlfriend like Robin Buckley was fun but sometimes very weird. The girl is often bored when she is not doing anything specific, it's like she is always craving for something to do with her hands and her mind. Then this specifical thing would get boring in a couple of minutes making her drift out of any concentration she managed to have.
You two would be lying on your bed without anything to do. Robin’s head was on your lap while you caressed her hair. “Hey, wanna make snickerdoodle cookies?” She said lifting her head a little bit to look at you.
You pondered that question for a second but then a thought crossed your mind -your mom went to visit your grandma taking with her the recipe book with the directions for the cookies- “I’m sorry robs but it’s going to be another time, my mom took with her the recipe” She lifted her head completely out of your lap this time and sat beside you looking at you “Come on Y/N! We’ve been making those cookies since we were 13. I'm pretty sure we know the recipe from the inside out!” Yeah that works for you.
Apparently all those times you made snickerdoodle cookies with Robin your mom helped a little bit. Well maybe a lot. Now that you remember your mom did everything while you and Robin just weighed the ingredients and ate the raw cookie dough while making heart shaped eyes to each other when you thought your mom wasn’t looking.
Step 1. Preheat the oven to 400º degrees.
You guys totally skipped this part. Like what the fuck does preheat even means!
Step 2. Place the softened butter, sugar, eggs and vanilla in a bowl and mix until smooth.
Robin put the butter (not soft at all, maybe even slightly frozen) while you measured the sugar and vanilla.
“Wait, how much sugar do we need?” You ask not remembering if it was 1 and a half cups or 2 and a half. You put two cups and a half, I mean they’re cookies the sweeter the better right? No girls, that’s not how it works.
Step 3. Put the flour, cream of tartar, baking soda, and a pinch of salt.
“Did you know that when you concentrate you poke your tongue a little bit out of your mouth?” You asked Robin while she was sifting the flour in the bowl trying not to spill anything of the white powder. Her tongue poking a little bit while she frowned slightly at the sight of the flour starting to cover the table because of her very bad pulse. “I didn’t realize but thank you Y/N”
“I think you look really beautiful when you do that” Then you reached her to give her a little peck on the lips that managed to become a soft kiss that made a quarter of the flour end up on the floor and the counter.
Step 4. Roll your balls of dough in the mixture of cinnamon and sugar.
This step was actually really easy and you guys managed to go through it without any complications. Well if you count that you rolled your already tooth rotting sweet dough in more sugar a complication then you might have a complication.
Step 4. Bake for 8 to 10 minutes.
Remember when the oven needed to be preheated and none of you cared to do it? Well you put your cookies in the cold oven, turned it on and set your timer.
“Oh god no” Mess, the kitchen was a mess, it looked like a freaking war zone actually. Everything was covered in flour, sugar and cinnamon, there were a million bowls and cups on the counter, some of them you didn’t even remember why they were out but they were.
“Well shit” Robin turned to look at you but not taking her eyes completely out of the mess. You grabbed her hand pulling her closer to you putting an arm over her shoulders and leaning your head in her shoulder, she turned to look at you completely this time giving you a little kiss on the forehead “Well princess I think we have a little mess to clean” she said with a sarcastic tone in her voice.
You guys spend the next 35 minutes cleaning the disaster (well maybe making out for ten minutes of that time but who’s counting?) completely forgetting the cookies in the oven. The smell of burnt dough coming out of the oven was a slight warning that something might be wrong.
“Fuck the cookies!” You practically yelled running to grab a kitchen glove and getting the tray out of the oven. They were a little burned but your lack of preheating saved the day by not making the oven hot enough to burn the cookies to the ground.
Having a girlfriend like Robin Buckley was fun but sometimes very weird. She was very good at some things but cooking was not on the list of those things. Your cookies ended up being super sweet, burnt and a little bit watery for the lack of flour in them but seeing Robin smile and laugh at your face when you tried them was always the best part of your day.