Chapter 17
What do you even give a kid to snack on besides Ice cream?
I thought to myself half an hour later as I looked around the fridge.
I wasn't as healthy then as I am now.
I took out my phone and decided to search kid's snacks on Pinterest.
"Why do you hate the kitchen?" I turned around to see Rodrigo watching me.
"Gosh, why do you keep sneaking up on me?" I said back to him.
"Do you ever get off your phone?" he said crossing his arms.
"Do you ever stop being well let me see such an egotistical male?" I snapped.
"So you're one of those girls the modern woman, a feminist. Well that's one type of racism I suppose." He said condescendingly.
"Unlike some people, I believe that everyone deserves to be treated according their station in life. It doesn't matter what gender or religion you are".
I said going back to scrolling Pinterest.
"You are not going to find on there. You'll probably get distracted by something pretty and forget you were getting Fernando a snack in the 1st place".
"Well if you're so good why don't you give him something?"
I challenged.
"Fine then I will". He said lighting up a cigarette.
He obviously could tell how mad I got every time he did.
"What?" he asked.
"You're making the floor dirty". I said handing him the broom from kitchen cupboard.
"So you're a clean terrorist too. No wonder the police finds it hard to catch you".
He said ignoring the broom and continuing to smoke.
"To answer your question yes I do dislike the kitchen and cooking but I most definitely dislike you more".
Rodrigo simply scoffed at me.
"Like I care what you think" I said leaving him with the broom and walking away.
When I got back to my room Fernando wasn't there. I then found him sitting in Rodrigo's room.
I hadn't been in there since he moved in and man, he could make a nice place look really sad.
"What do you want to do now?" I asked Fernando.
"I don't know". He shrugged his shoulders.
Rodrigo's room was a mess. It smelt of smoke and paint. Not that there was any paintings to be seen just a few plain canvases stacked up to one side of the room probably collecting up dust.
How does he even breathe in here?
He didn't even leave the window seat curtain open which made the room have a cave like feeling.
It looked like he'd just got all the stuff he owned from a dumpster and dragged it up here.
Ugh, men are gross. I suddenly had an idea.
"Fernando. Tell me do you know what spring cleaning is?" I asked him an evil smirk grew across my face.
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About an hour later.
"All done" I said looking around the place feeling pretty proud of myself. Anne was right I should really be on those cleaning shows.
