I sat in the Smiths' living room, watching TV with Rick, Morty and Summer. Summer wasn't really watching, she was texting and playing on social media or whatever. Rick changed the channel to Ball Fondlers while she wasn't looking, and she didn't even notice. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs, and I looked up to see Snowball coming down with a bunch of papers and his laptop. I couldn't help looking him up and down, his thick and curly white hair falling down into his face, his big, deep brown eyes watching his footing, very focused. I quickly looked away when he looked at me. My face was hot as I watched him from the corner of my eyes. He went to the kitchen. I sighed and turned my attention to Ball Fondlers again. About five minutes later, Snowball called for me.

"(Y/N). Come in here."

He ordered, his dominance obvious in his voice. I looked at Morty, then Rick, and shrugged, getting up off the couch and making my way to the kitchen. Snowball had spread the papers out on the table and turned the computer on. He waved me over. I went to where he was sitting at the computer and looked at the screen. He had pulled up a recipe for a dessert casserole.

"I need you to help me with this. It's for extra credit."

He said, looking up at me. I smiled shyly and nodded.

"Alright, I'll help you get the ingredients and measure things out, but you're doing the work! This is your project. Ain't mine."

I said. He didn't reply as I helped gather all the ingredients he would need, all of the measuring cups and bowls and the dish to put it in. He watched with wide eyes. After I did that, I went back to his computer and told him how to measure things out and how to mix it so it wouldn't get all gooey.

"Thanks."

He said simply. I smiled and walked off to go watch Ball Fondlers again. After about ten minutes, I went to check on him. My jaw dropped when I saw the condition of the kitchen. He managed to get everything all over the floor, especially the whipped cream and numerous amounts of sprinkles. It smelled like melted plastic. Snowball was covered in chocolate syrup, from head to toe. He tucked his hands behind his back and sheepishly smiled.

"How did you get chocolate sauce EVERYWHERE!"

I said more like an exclamation.

"Well, one thing lead to another, and..."

"Damn, Snow, you're lucky you're so cute."

I said, not really thinking at all. But as soon as I realized what I said, it was too late. A rush of heat raced through my body, making my neck burn harshly. I didn't dare look at him.

"Hm, you think I'm cute?"

He teased. I didn't respond, focusing on the whipped cream on the floor. I was kind of startled when some chocolate sauce dripped down onto my nose. I looked up, noting it was on the ceiling too. I couldn't help but giggle. He waded through the whipped cream to get to me.

"I'm glad you find this funny."

"Um, well, Snowball, I like you."

I finally told him. He smirked.

"That's all I needed to hear. And you're in luck, because I just so happen to like you, (Y/N)."

And before I could say anything, he pressed his lips to mine in a soft, very chocolate-y kiss. My eyes widened, but I quickly closed them when I realized what the hell was going on. He put his hand on my back softly. We were interrupted by someone yelling.

"Hey, what the 'eugh' fuck are you two doing?"

Rick yelled. Apparently, he had come into the kitchen too. Snowball pulled away, startled.

"Nothing."

Snowball said, removing his hand from my back and taking a few steps back.

"Kissing."

Rick fixed his reply for him.

"No."

I insisted, my face on fire, my heart beating fast.

"(Y/N), he left 'eugh' a handprint on your back and chocolate all over your face."

I blushed harder and turned my head to look at the embarrassing handprint. Snowball was blushing as hard as I was. Only Morty's cries for help broke Rick from the kitchen. When he left, I turned to Snowball and smiled slightly. He smiled back.

"Can you help me clean... this up?"

He asked, putting emphasis on 'this'. I giggled and rolled my eyes.

"Oh, alright... You need to clean yourself off first though."

I smiled as he looked himself over.

"Fine."

He walked off, leaving me to think about just how god damn lucky I was.