Break The Best Friends

Chapter 48

I ate the last piece of the wonderful pancake that Cady had made for breakfast today and gave a triumphant grin to Andrew who sat across the table to me. I was really proud of myself because I had eaten six of them already and it was some kind of record for me.

"Eat some more," Cady repeated for what seemed like the hundredth time today as she placed two more pancakes on my plate. Aaron snickered next to me and I slightly elbowed him.

I groaned, looking up at her with a breathless, "Cady, I really can't eat so much. I've already eaten six of them."

"Why?" she pouted, giving me a sad look, "Don't you like my pancakes?"

"No, no," I shook my head at her, "They are good. They are really good, but-"

"So, you like it?" she cut me off, grinning at me.

Weston who sat on the opposite side of the table, right next to Andrew, caught my eyes and immediately started to shake his head from side to side frantically, while mouthing No.

I frowned at him. Turning to look at Cadence who was already looking down at me with a wide, hopeful smile and I nodded, "I love it, Cady."

Weston sighed, letting his shoulders drop down in defeat, while Cady's grin just widened as she looked at me, "Then you can eat two more," she said, pointing at the two pancakes on my plate.

I frowned, looking down at the plate and then looking up at her, "But, this is too much. I already ate six. No more, Cady."

"If you really love it, you can eat two more," she said, shrugging before she narrowed her eyes at me, "Or are you lying to me to save my feelings? Don't you like my pancakes?"

I sighed, knowing that I had already lost my fight before it even started. I grabbed the bottle of syrup and started adding it on top of my pancakes, "I can eat two more," I mumbled, asking myself how I was going to eat the pancakes.

"That's great," Cady grinned, nodding her head before she made her way out of the dining hall into the living room.

Weston sighed once his sister was out of earshot, giving me a look, "I told you to tell her that you didn't like it. She always gets excited this way whenever someone says the food she made tastes good. She goes crazy."

"How can I do that? How can I lie and tell her that her food didn't taste good, when in reality I loved it so much?" I huffed, hitting his leg under the table, "I cannot hurt her feelings like that."

He glared at me, rubbing his leg where I had hit him, "Then hurt your stomach and see if I care."

"Idiot," I mumbled glaring at him before tearing a piece of the pancake and popping it into my mouth, chewing it with a lots of difficulty because my stomach was already grumbling with the amount of food I had already fed into it. I don't think it was going to take some more.

Andrew stood off the table with his now empty plate in his hand before he rounded the corner and walked straight to me. He gave me a one handed hug, kissing the top of my head, "You could use this extra pancakes, you know. You have gone thin, you should eat more."

"Not in a single meal," Aaron mumbled, rolling his eyes at Andrew.

Andrew scoffed, "It's a start. She needs to put on weight."

"Yeah, yeah," Aaron rolled his eyes at our elder brother again, before giving me a look, "I can see that."

We watched as Andrew walked out of the dining hall to the kitchen. He dropped his plate in the sink and started to clean it. It was something that Andrew had always insisted on doing; he wants the kitchen sink clean every time. He got that from our dad who also hated when there were undone dishes left in the kitchen sink.