how to raise a snobby teen | 如何撫養一個少年公主 (#Wattys2018)

What Are The Rules?

I unlocked the apartment door as Arella suddenly asked. "So this is the storage room right?"

I glared at her in awe, "No. My home."

"But this is as small as my wardrobe."

"You sure say things that hurt without being fully aware of it," I shook my head, unable to comprehend just how humongous her room is since my home is the size of her closet.

"Just stating the fact here."

"Anyways, make yourself at home, I cleaned everything yesterday. As for supplies like toothbrush and bowls, we'll go out and buy those later. You can also think of a list of what you need in the meantime."

Arella stepped inside cautiously, her eyes wide with curiosity as I can feel her brain trying to process a foreign environment. She seemed like a stray kitten, exploring her new home for the first time.

"I'm a pretty easy person to live with," I said, pouring myself a glass of Calpico. "But of course, I'm no pushover. Since we will be living together, there are basic rules you have to follow."

"Sure sure," Arella analyzed my room with great wonder, studying my cabinet and flipping through some of my books.

Has this girl never been in another person's home before?

"You are free to do what you wish as long as you clean up after yourself. If you want to go out or hang out with friends, you have to let me know beforehand. As for food, you can eat when I cook or buy dinner outside."

"Question," Arella raised her hand, seeming to be searching for something. "Where's the chef?"

I honestly can't tell if this girl is trolling or just overly spoiled. 

I paused for a brief moment, waiting for her to tell me it's a joke. But to my horror, I realize that she was dead-serious. 

"No chef. No cooks. Just me and you in this room." I let out a deep sigh, thinking how much I will have to teach her. "You know most of the things you are used to, we everyday normal people don't have."

"Oh my, you poor soul," Arella suddenly giggled in a pretentious tone, "You know I had a personal Michelin Star chef and he would make whatever I want whenever I want."

"I'm no Michelin Star, but I can make a pretty good meal," I in which Arella rolled her eyes. "Besides when you are hungry enough, you'll eat it."

"No, I won't."

"Yes you will. Or else you will just cook yourself."

Arella suddenly paused, averting her gaze. I laughed to myself as I realize this girl can't cook.

"So," Arella sat on the carpet next to the coffee table, "Where will I be sleeping?"

"My bed."

Arella gave me a disgusted expression, "With you? Are you a pervert? Pedophile? Lolicon?"

"Nope, prepubescent teenagers like you don't attract me." Arella flared her nose, not expecting that comeback. "Don't worry, I'll be sleeping on the floor."

Arella seemed dumbfounded after I said that. I realize it may be indecent for a girl to use my personal sheets, perhaps she wanted her own. "If you want, we can go out and buy a new pair of sheets or pillow. Or have Amniel will bring yours later."

"It's not that," Arella said softly. "Just that you are willing to sleep on the floor... Thank you for letting me have the bed... I guess." 

The way she said it was almost cute as she quickly avoided my gaze and quickly pulled some of her personal stuff out of her backpack.

"Floor or bed, it's not a big deal," I told her, "As long as I have a pillow, I can sleep anywhere."

After all, I've been trained in the university to do so.