No one understood you,you didn't belong here. And nothing would change that. You were a cook,along side Frypan you were pretty good at cooking. But it felt like no one cared or knew you existed.

You sit there in the woods,staring at your feet, arms wrapped around your knees. You want to cry but no tears would come. So you just sit there.

"Secret hideout?" A voice asks.

You turn round to see Winston,keeper of the slicers. Smiling at you.

"Yes," you say "What's up Winston?"
"I just wanted to see if you're okay. Mind if I sit?"
"Sure,"
"What's the matter?"
"I don't know. Everything, I feel like no one cares about me. You know?"
"I do. I care,Frypan would,you're like his top chef,"
"Sure. Winston you don't have to lie to make me feel better,"
"I'm not lying. Y/N."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Close your eyes,"
"What?"
"Just close em,"

You let a sigh out then close your eyes. Your heart beating slowly but then beings to pick up as you think to yourself 'Wait. He's a butcher. He cuts up stuff'

"Winston I-" You keep your eyes closed but then begin to open them when you feel his lips touch yours. Then they linger there for a while as you close them,with your two fingers on his soft chin as he pushes his face closer to yours,moving his head at an angle to make the kiss more intense. You push your body back but pulling you with him,your hands crushed in the middle of his red shirt,you smell the meat on his body as you roam your hands through his black curly hair stuck up on the top of his head. As he steadily lies down pulling you over him,continuing your kiss.

"Oh Shank!" A voice screeches.

You both jump,you straightening yourself up and Winston stroking his hair back into it's place. You see Frypan standing there,looking like he's about to burst out into continuous fits of laughter but he keeps it in.

"What's up Fry?" Winston asks.
"I thought something was going on," he says with a smirk "And now.. You were about to probably do something irresponsible in the woods,"
"We weren't!" You snap even though it was pretty obvious.
"Sure.. Well it's tea now,come on,"

Frypan slumps off and Winston just looks at you,entwining your hands together.
"This was fun."

You blush.
"It really was,"