The Girls Next Door

Chapter 25: Egg Talent

Chapter 25: Egg Talent

I woke up before Robin did so I took the chance to scare her.

I snuck up on her bed and pulled down the blanket.

Wait... This isn't Robin. These are a bunch of pillows!

"Boo!"

I jumped up and yelled, "Ahhhh!"

"Ha! That's 3 to nothing!" bragged Robin.

"But you cheated!" I pouted.

"Oh shut up." she said, smirking. "You're just jealous of my talent to scare you."

"Whatever."

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"Want me to cook you an egg?" I offered as we made our way down to the kitchen.

She chuckled. "Shouldn't I be the one offering you an egg? It is my house after all." she said.

"Oh true. But... I can cook... and you can't."

She laughed. "Okay, prove it then. Let's have a cooking contest." she challenged.

"Oh you're on!"

We prepared our stations.

We each got a bowl, a plate, a fork, an oiled pan, a stove area, a lighter, a spatula and, of course, an egg.

"Where's the salt and pepper?" I asked.

"Up there." she said, pointing to the cupboard.

"Weird place to put salt and pepper."

"Alright, ground rules: We each get 5 minutes to prepare the best tasting egg ever. You can cook it anyway you want. And you'll be automatically disqualified if you are not able to finish your egg within the given time. Understand?"

I nodded.

"Then on your marks... get set... GO!"

I'm gonna make scrambled egg, I thought.

I cracked the egg into the bowl.

"No eggshells, yes!" I bragged, hoping Robin would hear my success.

"Please! Why are you so proud of something everyone can do?" she rebutted.

I stirred it with my fork. Oh, I meant, beat. That's the correct cooking term, right?

Then I grabbed the lighter and lit my area of the stove.

I placed the pan on top of of the flames and slowly poured my egg in.

"How ya doin' over there?" I asked as I scrambled my egg with the spatula.

"I'm doing pretty good, thank you! And you?" she said.

"Splendid."

I turned the fire off and transfered the egg to the plate.

"2 minutes left!" yelled Robin.

"Please." I scoffed. "I'm already done."

"Did you remember to add salt and pepper?" asked Robin.

"Oh crap!"

I scurried over to the cupboard and grabbed the salt shaker. (I couldn't find the pepper shaker.)

I started shaking it. Nothing came out. So I started shaking like a mad man.

"What's wrong with your salt shaker?!" I complained.

Then suddenly, the lid came off and all the salt fell on my poor little egg.

"Oh shit!" I cussed.

Robin spun around to face me and wiggled her finger.

"Tsk tsk tsk." she said. "No cursing, Jarrett Parker."

"Shut up."

I started to blow all the salt away. That didn't work as well as I hoped.

It backfired and instead, flew to my face cause of the stupid electric fan.

"Oh sh-" I cut myself off cause if I cursed again, Robin would never let me hear the end of it.

"And... time's up!"

I am never eating egg again.