Best Friend

20-time Moves Pretty Fast

3rd pov;

CRASH!

A glass shattering woke the chestnut haired girl up. She groaned for being disturbed on her sleep as she painfully waked out of bed to see what was going on.

"Oh, Tamara. You're awake...how was your sleep?"
Tom asked.
Weird. Tom rarely asks that to her. But she shrugged it off anyway.
"Uh, it was fine until someone decided to break something."
She narrowed her eyes while saying the last part. Tom chuckled nervously. That was until the other noticed what he was wearing.

"Mom's apron?..."
"Y-you noticed?"

Tamara was in utter shock as she stared deadpan at her brother wearing their mom's old apron.

"What? Isn't this the clothing people wear when they're cooking?"
Tom questioned, slightly flushetered by the fact that his sister was trying not to laugh at him.

"Oh gee, Tom. Really?"
"Yeah. Really." he scoffed.
"well yeah, you're somewhat right on that part of where 'cooks wear aprons' but isn't that... Doesn't it seem embarrassing to you to wear it?"

The eyeless male looked at his sister blinking twice.
"What?"
"You're stupid. Move."
Tamara pushed Tom away from the stove and held out her hand.
"Apron. Hand me the apron."
Tom immediately took it off but before handing it to her, he spoke with a grossed out expression.
"Eww, you're gonna cook straight coming from bed??"

"fuck off! You don't even know how to cook!"

"That doesn't mean I'll burn up the kitchen."

"Hm? Who was it then, the one who said they're really good at baking? At ended up almost burning this whole apartment?"

Tom kept his mouth shut. Damnit, she roasted him again. He silently took a broom from the other side & swept at the floor where the glass had been shattered in the first place.

He placed the broom back to its place, then went to the kitchen cabinet to grab some plates for both him & Tamara. While the other was cooking, the boy placed everything what they needed for breakfast for a fresh start.

As Tamara was done, she placed the pancakes on each plate.
"Do we have maple syrup?" Tamara asked her twin.
"Uh, I think.. No. Yeah, the bottle was finished a few days ago."
The girl let out a frustrated sigh and looked at Tom. "I guess we should go to the grocery store this evening then."
"Hm, yeah. We should. I ran out of smirnoff."

"Good point you got there."
Tamara giggled.

"yeah."

"..."

"Tam you didn't brush your teeth nor pee."

"Shut up! You didn't have to say that!"
Tamara was clearly embarrassed by hearing her brother say this. It was disgusting... Saying right in front of their food.

"What! I just reminded you! You know I'm helping!"

"Fine! I'll go pee if that makes you any better!"
She stormed away.

Tom nonchalantly let out a sigh, as he took a bite of his pancake. It tasted good.

"The pancake tasted good though!"
He screamed from the kitchen which was audible to Tamara.

She rolled her eyes as he said that. But nonetheless, that made her smile.

[small timeskip]

It's been almost a week as Tamara had recovered from her wounds from the accident. And now it was Monday. Damn, why did that make her feel nervous? Was it that she was afraid to face someone she doesn't even want to? Or was it that she still wasn't fully healed yet? The answers still vary.