AYANA

Chapter 15- At the house

Deetranada's POV

"DEEEE!!!" I hear Keon yell from downstairs. 

"WHATTTT??!!" I responded, annoyed that he interrupted the peace an quite in my bedroom. It was a Saturday morning 11:19 to be exact. I laid on my unmade bed texting Peach and scrolling through fan pages about me.  

"GIMME THA SALT!!!"

I look around the room. "WHAT SAL--" I begin to say before I saw the salt shaker on my desk. Oh. 

"FINE HERE I COME!" I said before dragging my heavy lazy self outta bed, grabbing the salt and my phone, and walking downstairs. 

We were home alone. Jermaine had dance rehearsals and errands he was running. Mom and Dad were on a business trip in Manhattan. 

As I walked downstairs, I heard sizzling and smelled something frying. "hell naw..." I said to myself. He can't cook! Everything he attempts to make, he burns.

 I started running..

"KEON WHAT ARE YEWR DOING?!" I yelled racing into the kitchen. He was at the stove frying eggs. He turned around. 

"What???" he asked with the spatula  in his hand. I snatched it outta his hand. "I'll take it from here bro, you can go chill somewhere."

He took it back from me. "NAH, I got this." he said confidently.

I took the spatula again. "No you don't, just let me cook Keon."

He snatched it from me again. "No Diamond!!"

The kitchen started to fill with smoke and the eggs were turning from yellow to black. "BRO IT'S BURNING!!!" I yelled.

"SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITT!" he yelled, dropping the spatula. 

He quickly turned the heat off, grabbed the pan, threw it in the sink and turned the water on. He turned around slowly. I stood there with my arms crossed.

"Ok, you win." he said.

"I told yewr, now just go sit down and chill. IMMA COOK." I told him. He walk over to the couch and laid down on his back.

 I cracked fresh eggs into a bowl and whisked. Then, got a new skillet out, added oil and turned the heat on.

"Knowing you, you prolly had the stove preset to burn them eggs to set me up." he said.

"BOI yewr set yourself up!" I said laughing.

"yeah...set myself up for excellence in the culinary world!"

"Set yourself up for failure in the kitchen." I said." 

"Yeah whatever.. I know I can cook." he said.

"Just take the L bro.."

"That's so gracious of you to gift me with one of yours."

I turned off the stove and walked out the kitchen. "Yewr sound like yewr wanna throw hands." I said.

He jumped up from the couch and put his fist up. "SQUARE UP THEN LIL GIRL! Always talkin shit." he said.

"Yewr the one talkin shit Key!" I yelled.

This was an everyday thing for us, nothing new. We fight like this all the time. He'll say somethin slick and I'll get pissed off or vice versa. Then we'll wrestle and box for 5 minutes, then completely forget about it. That's a brother and sister for you lol.

He took the first jab, tapping my shoulder. I bucked and he flinched.  We went back and forth for like 4 minutes. He threw another jab to my head. I ducked and hit his stomach.