My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 3 (•‿•)

       The next day I woke up extra early. I was happy I got out of bed when my alarm clock went off, but was surprised to actually do it. I was never good with waking up on time and usually just turned it off when I was sleeping. I climbed out of bed and jumped in the shower and after that, I questioned what I should wear. I knew Eric would be stressed today, and would probably be upset about last night's fight because he never responded to my text. I decided on some sweats and a long sleeved shirt that covered my boobs appropriately, so that wouldn't cause any other arguments between us today. Even though it was the beginning of Spring, it was still a little chilly.

       I looked at myself in the mirror and frowned. I wish my mom could see how much I've changed throughout the last year since her death. I bit my lip and held back the tears just thinking about it. I brushed my hair and then checked myself out in the mirror. I had bags under my eyes, which was no surprise since I had trouble staying asleep throughout the night. I quietly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. The sun was barely rising in the East. Oh. It was only 7 AM. What time does Eric even wake up at? 

         I decided to work fast just in case and start making breakfast for him and I. I decided on pancakes and eggs. Those are somewhat easy. I followed the easy directions on the back of the box and made the dough stuff for the pancakes. Finally the pan on the stove was hot and ready! I started pouring some of the batter onto the hot pan.

           It took about fifteen pancakes for me to realized I actually suck ass at making them. Either they turned out burnt or they still had some dough in them. I shrugged my shoulders. After all, the thought was the thing that mattered. I'm sure he could get some food out of them.

         "What is that smell?" Eric asked, sounding disgusted as he walked into the kitchen. He was actually ready for the school day, dressed in a Polo shirt and some jeans. I checked the clock. It read 7:32 AM. I turned to him and prepared to say what I had thought.

           "I wanted to say sorry, Er, I really didn't mean it," I told him. He walked over to me and wrapped his arms around me. I hugged him back tightly.

            "I know, Em, we have to stay together. It's just us now," He murmured. I nodded. We let go of each other and he surprisingly wanted some of the pancakes. I smiled to him as I started setting a few on the plate in front of him at the table. I set the rest on a plate on top of the table.

            "I'm like half awake right now, and can barely remember my first name. That is my reason for the pancakes tasting like crap!" I told him, needing to justify the horrible taste.

            We sat in silence while we ate. The back door made a scratching noise as it was opened. I turned around in my chair and turned right around when I saw it was just Ian. 

           "Hold the heck up. You guys are having pancakes and you didn't tell me? I live 40 feet away for God's sake!" He complained walking over to one of the empty chairs at the table. I smiled. 

          "Sorry, Ian, I didn't know you'd want some of Em's amazing pancakes. You can take as many as you want!" Eric said, giving me a sly smile. I held a laugh as Ian helped himself to some of the extra pancakes. Ian poured some syrup over the pancakes. He grabbed a glass from the table and poured some milk into it. Eric and I both watched as Ian ate his first bite. Ian's face was priceless. He stopped chewing and his eyes widened.

         "No offense, but this tastes like shit," He mumbled before spitting the pancakes out. Eric and I started laughing. "Oh now I see. This was a 'let's make Ian look like an ass' performed by the twins. Har har. So funny, you guys." Eventually he started smiling at both of us.