The Elite Four

chapter 9

Chapter 9

* Tarynn's POV *

The following day was a Saturday and that meant that we didn't have to attend school. It was 10 o'clock and Zoey, Max and I were all up. Max had even taken the initiative to cook breakfast for us.

"Max, I want an omelette with lots of cheese and ham stuffed it in," said Zoey as she groggily stepped out of the room with her pjamas on.

"Yes ma'am. One omelette coming right up!"

She sipped on her warm cup of coffee and smiled at me. "Isn't it nice that your brother can cook for you? It's like having a maid."

"Normally, he doesn't cook. It's only when people are over that he cooks, just to boast his cooking skills to others," I said as I yawned.

I definitely wasn't much of a morning person.

"Hey Max, give me a cheesy risotto with that as well," said Zoey.

Max looked at her, horrified. "You sure are demanding today. Nah, a simple and easy salad suits you more. Don't you have a diet to stick to?"

"My diet consists of full meals that make me full, and not salads that starve me."

"You're lucky that you've got a high metabolism rate, Zoey," said Max as he placed a hot omelette on a plate and passing it to her.

"Anyway, if you want me to make you risotto, you'll probably have to wait till lunch. I've got to buy a special kind of rice to make that and also, I have to buy lots of butter. Looks like you'll have to settle with the omelette and wait a bit more."

"Okay, we'll go to the supermarket later then."

"Yup. By the way, check out my apron," said Max as he turned around gave us a view of his apron.

It was covered in pink and white flowers and even had frills on the end of the apron and on the sleeves.

"Are you role-playing as Grandma Max?" said Zoey, making me laugh.

"Hey! This is Chanel."

"For women, Max."

"Don't be such a feminist!" said Max.

"We're being truthful."

"How do you even get girls? I wonder what they'd think if they saw you like this," said Zoey.

"Go on and take a picture. I have nothing to be ashamed of. If they are going to love me, they're going to have to love all of me!" he boasted, showing his apron off to us again.

Zoey didn't even know what to say then and just settled on eating her breakfast. I laughed, knowing the humongous ego of my brother was as big as a whale.

"Hmm, is Drake still asleep? I still have 2 more eggs in my hand which I suppose are his share," muttered Max.

"Let's go wake him up!" said an excited Zoey.

Sneakily, the 3 of us walked up the stairs and reached the room where Drake was sleeping in. Unopening the door, Max put a finger to his mouth before we entered the room. And on the bed was Drake sleeping as soundly as ever. Unlike Zoey, he was curled up in a ball like a mouse and both his hands were resting under his head. Strangely, his brown hair was in perfect shape unlike my morning hair, looking like a lion's unruly mane.

"He sleeps like a baby," said Zoey, "all that's missing is a thumb in his mouth."

"Let's wake this little baby Drakey up," whispered Max, "1, 2, 3..."