"Who are you?!"
"Took you too long to realize darling, I thought you were better than this"
He's out his head, I'm out my mind
We got that love; the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end it's Him & I
A Lee Felix imagine
I walked carefully along the pavement, a white bag in my hand that contains the key ingredient to my life, which makes me complete, the eggs.
(I'm sorry to those who don't love egg as much as I do, please bear with it)
I had one of those feelings today that you randomly get; to pick my lazy ass up and do something resourceful. So here I am, returning home from a trip to the convenience store before the laziness chewed off this feeling of being ingenious for once in my life. And what is better than food of course? Something creative and fills up my always hungry tummy.
I climbed the stairs to my apartment. I live on the 4th floor. Could take an elevator but I like exercising so maybe I'm not that much of a lazy ass.
I put in the password to the door but as soon as I stepped inside, I stopped.
There it is, I can feel it. The apartment was dark with only faint illuminating from the side of the curtains that covered the windows. I felt an ominous presence which made my defensive senses to kick in. After a few seconds of tense silence... "You can come out now you not-so-sneaky gorilla" I said, my hands on my hips as blew a hair strand out of my face with an amused smile.
"How the fuck do you do that? Every damn time!" I heard a frustrated voice come from behind one of the walls of the living room. The lights came on and there emerged a buff guy with muscles juicier than my neighbor's gossip and with pale shiny skin. He wore all black, from his skinny denims to the leather double rider jacket, standing tall as he ran his hand through his beautiful blonde hair.
Bangchan.
"Yah! I did it so perfectly this time! I didn't drop anything, there's no mirror or a mirror like object to reflect my image, I even didn't wear my goddamn cologne. How the hell did you know? You got illuminati as your third eye or something?" He continued rambling as he recalled his previous blunders when he tried to jump me like today.
"Well Mr. Sneaky Sleuth, if you haven't noticed you left skull's keys right in front of my eyes. It'd even catch a blind's eye." (Skull is the flashy red Ducati Panigale V4R owned)
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He looked at where I was pointing and standing there was a side table a few steps away from the entrance on which were the keys to the bike with a custom made matte black skull keychain which was of the size of a newborn's fist.
"Out of habit when you get home eh?" I ruffled his hair and went to kitchen to put the eggs on the counter.
"Why the hell are you so observant? Dude at least act surprised when you know it's me. Jeez seriously, it feels like I have an eagle for a sister" he said as he followed me being all whiny and pouty for which I just laughed.
Having Chan as an older brother was quite something. His lame attempts to surprise me, 12 am birthday parties, late night clubbing that included drinking and get wasted, Netflix and chill and what not.
Me and my brother were living the #instagoodsiblings life and I loved it.
Aaand with fun came responsibilities as well. We both worked for a... ummm.... how do I put it? A goody two shoes secret organization. Don't get blown off by the name I gave to it because my job is awfully dangerous. All I can say for now is that I've travelled at least half of the globe doing Sherlock shit. Lovely! The #instagoodsiblings had a dark side after all that required bashing gangsters, curbing crimes, all while still remaining in the dark. But that's the fun part, always living on the edge, every job you finish leaves you wanting for more. The hunger for danger, the thrill!
"Why'd you drop by so suddenly anyways? We gonna bust a drug deal big boy?" I asked hyped up for some crazy stuff. "Well, now that you successfully made my mood to fuck off to the deepest, darkest corners of a sewer, you might as well get your ass up and cook something for me or I'll give you the 'Lonely Friday'" he spoke getting cranky and stomped to the living room.
'Lonely Friday' is one of the days where he becomes a complete drama queen and acts like a girl on the first day of her period. It just randomly pops up, like, from nowhere at all, it just... arrives. (Rude bastard doesn't even knock before coming) The name too randomly came up, it's not specifically on Fridays at all. Even if I'm actually on my periods I have to handle his mood swings and forget about mine. GOD BLESS MY PATIENCE!!
May God guide his future girlfriend and bless her with a lot of forbearance. Amen.
I fried some veggies in a pan, adding sauces, spices, cheese and finally ending it with 2 omlettes (3 eggs in each), rolling them up and airdropping them on the plates (not literally tho)
Just go along with the recipe, I'm not that much of a cook but I'm sure they turned out well.
I presented the plate to him with a flourish, he didn't even bother to look at me as he was completely immersed in his favorite, The Teletubbies. Fully concentrated as if it will attain him some sort of salvation. I have so many Shinchan and Doraemon blurays but no, this big bear here will only watch Teletubbies and the worst of them all, Masha and the bear. I swear that Masha makes my blood boil. Never had I thought that someone would be capable to piss me off so bad. And she's an animated character at that.
I cleared my throat to gain his attention "How come my brother graced me with his presence and turned a normal day into an auspicious occasion?" I twirled gracefully and clapped my hands. "The rats of curiosity that are gathered in my head will drill trenches into my brain if they are not fed with the purpose of your visit." I ended my 'oh so lovely royal sister' speech and sat down beside him on the couch.
He took the plate from the teapoy where I had placed it and began munching on the omlette I made. (He didn't wash his hands, dirty brat but thanks to the fork and spoon anyways)
"We're going to lick the plates clean of Gordan Ramsey's fine dining restaurant in Vegas."
