All Eyes On Me

Chapter 9

CIENNA'S P.O.V

"Cienna, wake up." I hear Alina mutter, shoving at my shoulder. I roll over, giving her my back. I heard her growl lightly under her breath as I squeezed my eyes shut again begging for sleep to wash up again. I felt the warm light weight sheet get pulled off of me and I felt a chill creep up my spine.

I turn over, "What?" I ask her, rubbing my eyes.

Her eyes were wide, "Do you smell that?" She asks. I look around the bright room, light up by the piercing sun. I sniff the air and bolt upright and swing my legs off my bed. I look at her and raised my eyebrows. We carefully walk to the staircase and the smell becomes more intense, we slowly walk down the stairs without making any creaks and the kitchen came into view.

"What are you guys doing?" I ask Derone and Cameron standing in front of the stove, stirring scrambled eggs, sizzling bacon and small blueberry pancakes.

They turn towards us, and I heard Alina stifled a laugh. They were both shirtless with athletic shorts on. But over their bare chest they had put on two aprons and had flour patches on them. Derone had pot holders on both hands, and Cameron had red marks on his chest from where the bacon burned him.

"We're cooking breakfast." Derone says waving around the spatula in his hand.

"We can see that." Alina says putting her hands on her hips and looking at them."But why?"

Derone turned completely around to face us, and had a confused look on his face. "So dat we can eat somethin." He says slowly.

"There's cereal in the cabinet." I say pointing.

"We saw that-is that what you guys have every morning for breakfast?" Cameron asks.

"Yes, we even sometimes have it for lunch." I say crossing my arms.

"Cameron," Derone says pointing the spatula at us, "they don't know how to cook." Derone says looking at us.

Alina crosses her arms too, "Yes we can!" She protests.

Derone turned to the pan of yellow eggs and turned them over. He looks back at us, "Alright so what have you guys ever cooked?"

Alina smiles, "Soup, Ramen noodles, cereal, instant meals, and pizza."

A white toothy smile lit up Derone's black face, "Cereal is a whole bunch of shit you put in a bowl, pour milk over the top of it. Romen noodles a ten year old can make. You girls can't cook." He says crossing his arms.

"How are you girls even alive?" Cameron asks stirring the simmering bacon.

"Two words," I say crossing my arms. "Fast food."

"Ya but how do you keep all those Big Mac's off?" Derone says walking over to me and pinching my stomach.

I smack his hand away and give him a moody look. He smiles and walks back over to the stove and waved the spatula at me. "Come on girl, let me show you how my mama used ta cook these flap jacks."

I smile and walk over there, as my bare feet padded along the cold kitchen tile, I stand next to Derone and watch as he takes the spatula and gracefully flips the bubbling pancake over. He then moves the simmering eggs and flips them over onto the runny side.

I look over to Cameron who was sirring the bacon and gazing at me. He sees me look up and he winks. I look back down quickly at the food, and I felt my cheeks redden.

"Your blushing." I hear Cameron's voice say inside my head.

I hold back a smile, "No I am not." I say quickly back still inspecting what Derone was doing on the stove top.