Endless Summer

”Allie! You have to come to the kitchen! Hurry!” My brother, Brad shouted from the other side of the door. I looked up from my book, annoyed that he disturbed me when I was reading. “I’m not joking Allie! Mr. Gonzales is having a panic attack ‘cause one of his waiters tripped and fell in front of the guests. You can’t miss out on this!” Brad stormed in from his room, dragging me with him on the way out of my room to the elevators. You see me and Brad have connected rooms, living in a hotel, that is perfectly normal.

We sprinted down the stairs, seeing that was a much faster option than the elevator. Even though we lived on the 13th floor, and the kitchen was on the first. We hated Mr. Gonzales he was the worst cook we ever had in the hotel, and to make matters worse he was the chef. He made us eat in the dining room with the resort guests, and not in the kitchen like we used to. He even made us order and wait for the food when we ate dinner here. What a stupid prick. And sometimes when he was in a really bad mood he made us clean our own dishes.

Brad and I burst through the heavy metal back doors, which leaded into the kitchen. Once inside, I searched the room for Mr. Gonzales yelling at the waiter, or stressing everyone out with a stupid rant on how much Mr. Carter is going to hate them, but nothing. Instead everyone in the kitchen turned around staring at me.

“That motherfucker pranked me!” I yelled. They all looked at me knowingly, then their eyes widened, and suddenly Brad lunged forward at the same time Mr. Gonzales rolled his enormous cake, whom pretty much existed of whipped cream, and pushed me head down into the cake. I got up as fast as I could, whipped cream covering my face, chest and stomach. Brad let out a roar of laughter as well as some of the staff.

“Just wait ‘til your daddy hears this!” Mr. Gonzales yelled, his face red. “I will come after you!” He threatened.

“RUN!” Brad and I screamed at the same time before we sprinted forward towards the lobby. When we reached the lobby I looked over at Brad who were already on the floor in a fits of laughter.

“You think this is funny?” I asked looking at him threateningly.

“You should have seen your face! It was hilarious! And then Mr. Gonzales was gonna hit you with his ladle!” He managed to get out between laughs.

“You know what I think would be funny?” I asked taking a few steps closer to him.

“Oh, no. You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, yes. I would.” He started running around the huge lobby over the furniture, and around the guests. We received several annoyed glances, but at the moment we couldn’t really care less. Until Brad stopped abruptly in front of the hotels manager and boss, also known as our father.

“What are you guys doing?” He demanded.

“Allie sprayed herself with whipped cream!” Brad shouted loudly.

“No I didn’t! Why would I do that?” I asked as my jaw dropped in shock.

“Then why are you covered in it Alexandra?” My dad asked sternly as he stared me down.

“Because Brad pushed me into Mr. Gonzales cake. I swear to you he tricked me into running to the kitchen!” I defended myself.

“Brad, I told you to stay away from the kitchen!”

“I can’t believe you would lie to our dad like that Alexandra.” Brad smirked at me.

“I can’t believe you are denying it!” I shot at him.

“Bradly and Alexandra!” Dad yelled.

“I would never do such thing! I’m too grown up for that kind of childish games.” He shot back.