[ 𝚂𝚞𝚗 & 𝚁𝚊𝚒𝚗 ] ~ 𝙹𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝙾𝙲

XXVII - Expert Chef

"You guys are annoying." Justin muttered under 'under her breath'. She flipped pancakes in the pan before putting it back on the front burner. "Twelve's the only one helping me! You all suck." She accused, spinning around and pointing her spatula at the puppy, Nancy Jr., Mini Byers and Jonathan. She turned back to the counter in front of her, looking over at Twelve as she pressed the waffle iron down fully. Justin had decided to teach the girl to make homemade waffles, since she loved the crappy frozen ones so much. And with Justin's expertise in cooking and careful supervision, surely the waffles would- "Fuck!" Justin shouted as she flipped over her pancake to see it was black on the bottom. "Your stove's broken Jonathan! It burnt my fucking pancake!" She growled, turning around to glare at the boy as he flipped through a newspaper. 

"It's not the stove's fault. You've been a shitty cook forever, J." 

The girl grumbled before dropping the charred pancake onto the stack of other nowhere near perfect pancakes and helping Twelve remove the semi dark brown waffle from the iron. "Good job, kid." She smiled, giving the teen a high five and watching as she walked back up the stairs to go eat in her room. "O~kay then." Justin murmured, sitting down next to Antonio who'd already scarfed down 5 pancakes, six eggs and 8 strips of bacon. Justin respected the hustle. 

"Hey, guys, there is a four pm showing of Police Academy 3? Could be fun." Jonathan offered. 

"M- Maybe we just stay home today." Will responded.

"What is this?" Jonathan sighed at his little brother. 

"You dumb asses gonna mope around all spring break? I wish I could do that. Everyone knows I love moping. Such a dream." Justin quipped sarcastically, stabbing her pancake and scrapping off the burnt part like you'd descale a salmon. "But sadly I, as a human being, need this little thing called serotonin. It like. . .makes your brain work or something. And you idiots need it too." She pointed her fork between the three teen boys, pancake still stuck on it. 

"No one's moping. It's just-" Baby Steve's best friend looked over at Devil child for a second before glancing back at his brother. "The movie is supposed to suck."

"It-" Jonathan sighed, tossing his hands up ever so slightly in defeat. Mike stood up and walked upstairs after Twelve, leaving the rest of the kids to eat in awkward silence. 

Well, until Justin decided to speak up. "Jonathan!" She yelled, looking over at the boy. 

"What did I do?" He groaned, running his hands over his face. 

"You're a pothead now?" She raised a brow, glaring at him.

"Justin!" He shouted back.

"Okay- This is our turn to leave." Puppy muttered, grabbing his terrible amalgamation of waffles, pancakes, whipped cream, eggs and bacon - no fruit - and grabbed Will's plate as well and nodded toward the stairs before the two boys disappeared too. 

Justin Henderson leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're a druggie? Like Eddie? Don't you hate Eddie? You really want to be like him? Huh? Really? Is this some cry for help? A plea for my attention? 'Cause you have it!" She stood up, pressing her hands down on the table. 

Jonathan broke out laughing.

"What? You think this is funny? You think killing my friend is funny?" 

"No- No-" He spat out between laughs, vigorously shaking his head and his hands. "I don't think that- that's funny." He coughed, clearing his throat and taking a long swig of water. 

"Then why the hell are you laughing!" Justin growled, pointing her finger at him accusingly. 

"Because Mike kept you up so much on that plane, and apparently you had such a shitty nap, that you were so tired last night you don't remember the conversation we had-"