Chasing Rainbows ✔

Chapter 4

Adrian Connors

The first thing that came into my mind when I woke up to a gently sleeping Surry was the events that took place last night. The game.

I felt like I've given way too much last night. From the hair color to the type of activity, I was clearly describing the one person who kept nagging at my mind. Luckily, Surry's too simple to be able to go that deep. It's not that she's dumb, she actually very smart. But she's just...almost every boy who fall in love with her likes her because of her cuteness and innocence. She doesn't gossip, and she doesn't have way overcomplicated minds like other girls.

Yesterday night was when I appreciated that the most.

Yawning, I shuffled downstairs to a smiling Surry. "What's wrong? Did you manage to watch an episode of Dance Moms or something?" I teased. Surry gets happy and sqealing even at the smallest things, like getting her Hello Kitty shirt ironed first in the pile of clothes when she was 8.

She rolled her eyes. "I made sushi today." She declared proudly as though she had just won the lottery.

"Yeah, so?" I'd bet they look horrible. Sur's...not really a great cook.

"So," she emphasized, "you could at least act amazed and try them." She handed me a tray.

Of sushi.

Smashed, weird-looking oversized sushi.

"Aw, man," I groaned. I knew it. "I'm not eating that stuff."

"Yes you are."

"What makes you think so?"

"Because, because," she spluttered for words, "because I spent 2 hours making those for you!"

Surprised. Such an unspecific word. ""You made those for me?"

To my even greater surprise, she blushed, and mumbled somthing like, "housewife."

What the-?

"Fine, I'll eat it," I told her in vain. I hate making girls cry, especially Surry. She's a strong girl, I know, but girls sometimes get hurt when someone denies eating their food.

"Really?"

I grabbed one and stuffed it in my mouth.
It took me two minutes to get it down my throat.

"I know, I know," she snapped after seeing my Oh-my-I'd rather-die-and-be-fed-to-the-pigs sour face, "It's horrible. Well, if you're so good, remake them, then."

"Is that the challenge for yesterday's game?"

She shook her head slyly. "Nope."

"No fair," I complaint. "I have to do this, and then do another thing for you?"

"Yep." She mirked.

I glared at my sister, but determined to show her that she CANNOT. MAKE. ACTUAL. SUSHI.

So I headed towards the kitchen, and spent half an hour there rolling seaweed and rice together.

My dream is to inherit the large seafood restaurant that belongs to our family, named Underwater Chains. It's a pretty well restaurant, making about 500 dollars a day. You would expect me to dream of being a guitarist or a football player, since I am part of the band and the team.

But no. It's quite the opposite, actually. Me, with my brains and good physical talent, wants to be a chef. Surry, with her childishness and simple mind, wants to be a lawyer.

"You'd have to think so much you'll soon grow grey hair and be old." I used to tease her like that. I thought all these while finishing up the mess. Smiling at my masterpiece, I tried to imagine Surry's face when she sees these.