"The only true wisdom is knowing that you know nothing."- Socrates.
Ashley's POV
I get up into a sitting position, a frown of wonder on my lips.
"Since when did you start making pancakes?" I chuckle, humorlessly.
"Since..." her eyes gleam "..now," and she smiles.
Such audacity!
She just woke me up and is acting like nothing's happened.
I chuckle once more, "I know you're kidding, just let me go back to sleep." I lay back down and close my eyes about to continue my beauty sleep but then she shakes me awake, again.
"I'm not kidding. I'm serious, for real." She makes a face I know pretty well. She's indeed serious and not playing around.
"You're serious?" I had to state the obvious. She never tried this much, why now? "What's going on? the last time I checked you've never asked to make food before, not even pancakes."
"Well, that's in the past. Right now, we have to make pancakes. We really have to!" She holds her stance, pushing my words out of the door like I didn't just say them. That aside, I could kinda detect a plea in her tone.
"Have to? I don't get it, you mean you and I have to make pancakes?" I mumble and she nods her head, Well... "I am not following you down there just to make pancakes, I need my beauty sleep."
"Come on, you can have your beauty sleep after we're done making pancakes, I promise." She does that serious thingy look.
"But I'm tired," I whine.
"You can rest later." She puckers her lower lip out, a look of hope glimmering in her features.
"No, Thank you!"
"Pleeeeeaase!," she gives me the most pouty puppy doe-like expression ever.
"No." I insist.
"Pretty."
"I said no, don't give me that look."
She sighs defeated and I do a mini cute victory dance in my head for holding my stance, and although guilt gnaws at me in my head somewhere, I push it aside.
After a while of her somewhat thinking she mutters "What if I make you a proposition?" She utters, a look of conviction marring her features.
What could she be playing at?
"And that would be?" I voice out the one thought that's crossed my mind so many times in these few seconds.
"If you help me out, I'm going to..." she gets closer and whispers in my ears.
Mmm... That sounds good, but she doesn't have to know that.
She pulls away, "Deal?"
After seconds of seemingly contemplating the offer, I mutter, "Deal!", and a grin spreads out on her face as she squeals in excitement.
She had to eventually drag me out of bed cause I nearly didn't pull through with the deal. She dragged me to the kitchen, all throughout the flight downstairs, I kept groaning.
"I hope you have an idea at least of how to make them?" I lean against the kitchen counter watching her with a tired look.
The curve of her lips lifts up into a smile "I don't know. What if I don't?" She wiggles her brows.
Okay, so it's clear she can't make them by herself so that's where I come in. Right!
"I'm only going to show you what to do, I'm not touching anything, you're doing everything all by yourself."
"Yes, ma'am." She mock salutes with a laugh.
"So pick up your ingredients." I motion towards the cupboard and she turns towards it.
She snaps her head back to me. "And they are?"
"Mention just one and I'll add the rest."
Her eyes gleam in delight before her lips twitch the word "Flour," out.
"Smart you, So apart from that, you need eggs, milk, baking soda, sugar, butter, and a pinch of salt."
"Got it." She picks out stuff from the cupboard and sets it down.
"You need a bowl for the mixture."
"A bowl, okay." She picks out the bowl and places it beside the ingredients.
"A whisker."
She takes that out as well.
"We're about to start but first wash your hands, then the bowl and whisker."
"Yes, madam." She nods her head, washes her hands with soap, and then places the bowl and whisker in the sink, under running water.
Taking both tools out, she cleans them dry with a napkin.
"Now that you're done, crack your eggs in the bowl. Be careful with that, we don't want to be eating eggshells for breakfast instead of pancakes." I snicker and she looks up at me with a frown.
I lift my hands in surrender "You've got this." I pat her shoulders yet she ignores me so I decided to help her out by melting the butter.
"Now add your milk and whisk it." As she does so, I stir the butter till it melts.
"Mix your flour, baking soda, sugar, and salt in another bowl." I take the mixture from her and add the melted butter.
"Now add both mixtures together and whisk till even."
After a while, "Okay so now it's done." I wink and she rolls her eyes.
"Get your griddle hot."
"Put butter," I say and I hear a faint 'bossy much'.
I ignore her, "Now scoop the pancake mixture onto the griddle."
After about fifteen minutes everything was done, pancakes ready to be consumed. The pancakes, so fluffy and appetizing from a distance had a golden brown color and the aroma emanating could help you find your lost appetite. I just pray it tastes even better than it looks though.
My efforts can't be in vain.
I lick my lips and rub my rambling tummy. I stretch out my hands towards the pancake-filled tray but before I can touch it, my hands are swatted away harshly.
Cam held a glare specially for me, "It's not just for you. I made breakfast for all so wait until everyone is up. You're not eating yet and I mean it."
"Really?" I frown.
She can't be serious right? That's ridiculous.
"I'm serious."
"So by everyone you mean Lucas? My parents aren't in, neither is Dylan." I raise questioning brows at her before concluding, "I see, it all makes sense, you made it, especially for Lucas, how sweet of you."
"Cut it out, okaaaaay," she smiles sheepishly, like she's been caught doing something she's not supposed to do.
So I'm right. How interesting.
"As a nice person, I just wanted to make breakfast today and I did, gladly with your help. Shouldn't you be applauding me for doing so much?" She bats her lashes.
"My apologies mademoiselle." I say and she tucks the fallen strands of hair on her face behind her ear.
"But are you telling me if Lucas is to wake up in three hours time you would wait and not let us enjoy the food meant for our stomachs?" I raise a brow at her.
"Maybe."
"Just say you want to have breakfast with him and leave me out of it, jeez."Â I shoot her a glare.
Just then loud steps from someone's foot could be heard from the direction of the stairs. It's probably him. Oh, thanks!!
Cam quickly rushes to the dining table with the tray of pancakes and I follow her. She takes her seat.
"You're up, I see," I say to Lucas once he nears us.
"Good morning to you too, your greeting skills are legit." He chuckles and I shrug.
"Come're," he opens his arms wide and I step into them, his arms go around me as my head rests on his chest.
He releases me and kisses my forehead. "How was your night?" he asks.
"Pretty good. Yours?" I smile up at him.
"Not ba..."Â he halts when his gaze lands on Camilla.
He turns his attention from me to her.
"Good morning." He flashes her a smile.
"Morning" she perks up.
"Sorry, I didn't catch your name."
"Camilla" she smiles.
"Nice name."
"Thanks." She mutters and could her smile get any wider?
"I guess you already know mine."
"Lucas."
"Exactly."
"Can I call you Ami." Lucas asks and my eyes widen at this.
"Yeah sure." Cam nods her head vigorously.
I watch them communicate with each other in awe.
"I perceive the aroma of pancakes. Am I right?" He probes.
"Yeah, you are."
"Who made it?"
"Ashley."
"Cam."
Cam and I mutter at the same time. I turn to look at her, a questioning look on my face but all she does is smile.
"Okaay," he looks at us with a confused gaze. "I guess both of you made it together."
"Yeah!" I say.
"Can I have a taste?" He takes his seat accross her and I take mine beside her.
"Oh! that's actually for breakfast." Cam voices out.
"Okay, I guess we're having breakfast together right? Or you guys already had yours?"
"No, someone decided to wait for...." Immediately I start Cam clamps my mouth shut with her hands. I lick it and she pulls it away muttering an 'Eeew'. Lucas looks at us in amusement.
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Lucas spends the rest of the day in Dylan's room, doing who knows what whilst
Cam and I spend it watching movies until it was time for her to leave because apparently her mom asked for her.
I walked her to her car and she opens the driver's door and enter the driver's seat.
"Goodbye!" She says to me as she rolls down her glass.
"Bye, don't think about Lucas too much." I wink.
"Hopefully." She says and I chuckle.
"Immediately you get home call me". I order.
"Sure, will do."
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...And she didn't
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