A Soft Devil (COMPLETED)

Chapter 26

I squinted my eyes when a light shinned through them. I turned my head to the side to find where the light was coming from, and found Ethan at the end of the bed. He had a lamp near him that he must've turned on. He was looking at something on his device as his head was down, and he was typing away on it. He began to snicker at something on there making me even more mad that he was in here and waking me up. I kicked my foot his way hitting his hip making his laughing stop. He grutted holding his hip. He looked back at me with a what-the-fuck expression.

"Why are you in here?"

"Well it's about time you woke up sleeping beauty," he said patting my foot.

I jerked it away from him and returned his pervious expression making him laugh. "You didn't answer my question."

"Well, it is my apartment."

"Ethan," I warned.

"Alright, I was wondering if you knew how to cook because I'm starving and Grayson left."

"How old are you Ethan?"

"19."

"And you still don't know how to cook?"

"That's why I'm asking you."

"Do you not have cereal?"

"No it's all healthy shit that Grayson bought."

"What time is it?"

"Ten."

I sighed before throwing the covers off of me and making my way to the kitchen. I heard Ethan cheer behind me and following me to the kitchen. When we got there, I searched through the refrigerator to see what they had. Ethan wasn't lying when he said all they had healthly shit, stuff you had to make with your hands. I got out the eggs, tomatoes, spinach, onions, turkey bacon and sausage. Ethan took his seat at the small table they had off to the side still on his phone texting away.

"Ethan!" I said making him jerk his head to me.

"What's up?" He asked going back to what he was doing.

"I hope you don't think you're in a cafe or some shit. You're learning how to cook."

He put his phone off to the side before looking at me in disgust. "Why?"

"Because next time when 'you're starving' and don't know how to cook, you'll at least remember how to turn on the stove and chop things."

"I know how to turn on the stove."

"You all talk, but no show."

"I'm not a chef."

"Ethan stop being so damn lazy, and get your ass over here to learn to do something."

He got up walking over to me. "I am not lazy," he mumbled going to touch the tomatos until I slapped his hand away.

He looked at me confusingly, but I told him to always wash his hands before he's making food. He rolled his eyes at me. "Do want your food to be dirty?" I asked.

He sighed gong over to their sink to wash his hands, and I did mine next. After we got all our equipment out, I taught him how to chop vegetables and flip bacon and sausage in the pan without the grease coming back on your hand because that shit burns. After they were done cooking, we had them cool down before adding them to the mix of the omelet. He was having too much fun learning how to do all of this, but it brang me joy knowing I made a 19-year-old boy smile bigger from cooking lessons than a person winning the lottery.

The omelet was finally complete, so he walked over to the table with the spoon and fork in his hands waiting to dig in. I joined him once I took an apple from the bowl on their island. Ethan was moaning when he took his first bite making me seriously ask myself how he's in a gang.