It's Classy, Not Classic.

Sniffling, my eyes fluttered open halfway as various aromas filled the air around me, scents that would usually smell delicious but a mild scent of something burnt lingered in the air as well. I suppose I couldn't help but laugh at the different possibilites that were the reasons for the smells, I knew, though, that all of these possibilites revolved around or involved Kat in some sort of way. Figures she was cooking, it was easy to tell from the smell -- or maybe baking, as it'd be better put, because she wasn't just cooking. She was using the oven, she was baking -- the smells were sweet and sugar filled.
Tired, I groaned and groggily rubbed the sleep from my eyes, sitting up and dragging myself out of bed, decidingly changing into a pair of black jeans and a studded belt and not bothering to put a shirt on before making my way out of the bedroom and down the hall, disheveled. And once I was at the end of the hall, my eyes were met with a mess of a kitchen that I couldn't help but laugh at quietly to myself. A cute site it was, to be honest -- because there she was in the kitchen, flour all over her and some on her face, pan everywhere and bowls, spoons, everything all over the place.
"What're you doing?" I chuckled hoarsely as I shuffled over to the end of the counter, still groggy from just having woken up. Once I stopped at the counter, I was met with a huge grin on her face, happy eyes staring up at me, and I sighed a little bit, because now my heart was doing weird things in my chest again -- things I'd hate to feel with anyone else, but her. She's the only one who has ever made me feel like this, and she will be the only one ever to make me feel this way.
"I'm baking!" She chirped, giggling a little, scooping a tiny bit of flour up on the tip of her index finger and tapping it onto the tip of my nose, making me laugh and wipe it off. She stopped for a second before her grin brightened and she told me to close my eyes, slapping her hand over my eyes and making me laugh yet again as I shut my eyes. Her hand was taken off, and I heard a bit of pans mashing as she probably searched for something. A second later, I was told to open my eyes and when I did I was met with her grinning face again, but this time she was stood infront of me, holding a cupcake in her hands at me, and I glanced down at it, stopping completely as my eyes took in the three littles words written in icing on the top of the cupcake -- the three words I'd been craving to hear from someone, the words I'd been dying to hear from her.
My heart stopped for mere seconds as I read it over and over again in slight disbelief, but once I managed to bring my gaze back up to look at her, her face was pinkened and she was smiling shyly at me. I took the cupcake from her and quickly placed it beside us on the counter, her expression turning puzzled for the quickest second before I pulled her into a tight hug, my arms wrapping around her waist and her back, pulling her right up against me. A second after, her arms snaked up around my neck and hugged me back, her forehead resting on my shoulder as she whispered the three words to me through the silence. I couldn't help but smile into her hair, "I love you too."