Start of Something New

Saturday

TYLER'S POV

Today I don't feel like doing anything

 just wanna lay in my bed ....

I banged my head to the beat of the "Lazy Song" by  Bruno Mars.

It's  a Saturday, and this song just hits me so hard right now. 

Ughhh!

"Tyler! Breakfast is ready!" I heard Tyrone yelling from the kitchen downstairs. 

"TYLERRRR!" He shouted again.

"Ohh for Christ's sake!" I whimpered. "Coming.. Coming." I yelled back, still not wanting to get up from my bed. But nonetheless, I got out of my bed and went downstairs before he'd go shouting again.

My brother shouts at me like a commander in the football field. He is basically, he's captain, I get that. But not in this house too, well at least not on a Saturday!

"Bro, it's Saturday." I told him as I rubbed my tired eyes. 

"Yes it's a Saturday, it's a perfect day to play catch. So come on here and eat." He told me, as he lifted the frying pan and threw some pancakes on an empty plate.

"ohhh! Pancakes!" I cried as I leaned over the kitchen counter. "Where's Yaya Luz?" I asked him because normally he does not make breakfast. 

"Market" he said, not taking away his eyes from his horrible looking pancakes. "We ran out of Pancake mix so I did my own recipe."

He finished a pile of pancakes and placed them in one plate. I'm pretty sure the normal shape of a pancake is round but for some reason, his looked like a confused circle. 

I looked closely into each and every pancake he made. One looks like a chopped head of an ogre, the one that is served during halloween sort of way, the other one looks like a big splash and the worse one is shaped like a poop emoji.

Ahh who am I kidding? these pancakes are more than just horrible, there a disaster!

"How necessary is it to eat breakfast?" I asked him looking at the pancakes. 

He chuckled.

"I know my pancakes looks horrible but there delicious, I'm telling you." He said, "C'mon, grab a plate. " He continued as he did more pan flips like he was some sort of a chef expert.

Show off! In my head, these pancakes probably taste as horrible as it looks. Or even worse.

I took a piece and grabbed a bite. He looked at me and waited for my reaction. I gotta to say, this man can cook. It sure does taste good alright. I grabbed another bite and from one piece, I took another and another. I took some maple syrup and drizzled it on top. 

He chuckled when I didn't say a word. But he gave me a SEE I TOLD YOU look in his face. I hate to admit but my brother is almost good at everything. Except making a perfectly round pancakes.

"Still looks horrible." I chuckled and we both laughed.

"Hey bro!" he blurted as he placed the pan aside and washed his hands. 

"yeah?" I looked at him with a mouthful of pancakes. 

"I didnt see you at practice yesterday. Jared said you were at the Nurse's office?" He asked and I almost chocked as the question made me swallow all the food in my mouth.

Damn! he knew. 

It took me a few second to process some words to say. Because I know I had to lie at some point.