Can we episode 18

CAN
WE??💍
A Week & Night With A Spoilt Brat 😩

💃Two spoilt Brats🕺
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By Khalee ✏️
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Episode 18📺

🤫DAY 6 Conts🤫

Meryl POV 🤪

Cyril left to his room while I packed the jigsaw pieces.I kept chuckling.
Cyril,that jerk.

After packing everything into the bag and left to my room.Just then,a knock came on the door.

“Come in”. I mumbled as I dropped the bag at a corner.

The door opened and Cyril walk in.

“What do you want?”.

“It time to have dinner”.

“Go cook then”

” Oh please , you’re the lady here”.

I walk up to him. “So am now a lady,not a man or hermaphrodite anymore. Wow,you finally realized”

He rolled his eyes.” Whatever”

” Have you also realise ,how beautiful i am?”.

“You know what? I’ll wait in the kitchen”. With that,left the room.

That arrogant boy.

I opened the door and trailed behind. We entered the kitchen and both settle on the stool.

“What’re you doing?”.

I stare at him. “As in?”.

“You’re suppose to get your apron and start cooking but you’re sitting instead”.

” Jerk!”.

” You can say whatever you want.Just go prepare something”.

I rolled my eyes before standing up from the stool. I went over to the fridge and brought out a can of baked beans.

“I don’t wanna eat that”. I heard Cyril say and I turn to see him pouting.

” Noodles?”.

” Exactly what we are earlier”.

I gave an eye roll .

“So what do you want now?”.

“Something else”. He pouted.

“Like what?”.

He shrugged. ” I don’t know. Anything except for baked goods and noodles”.

“You know quite well,I don’t know how to cook anything else”.

He tap the second stool. ” Come,have a seat while we think about what to eat”.

I went over and sat on the stool. ” How about we think ,with satchet of Tater tots in hand?”.

” Good kid”. He ruffled my hair before standing,my mouth was wide open.

This silly boy.
We’re becoming close though.

He got to the shelf, brought out a roll. He cut it into two then add two from the other and threw the less one at me.

I caught it and shot him a stare. “Why give me this?”.

“Am two years older than you”..

“It time for you to grow up,trust me”.

“Whatever”.

He leaned by the counter. I stare at the kitchen drawers.

“Ever wondered, what’s in the drawers?”.

“Nah”.

I stood up and bend to open each chest.

” What’re you looking for?”.

“I could find something interesting. Who knows”. I answered.

I found a toaster in the big chest.

“I told ya,see what I have here”. I said as I carried the toaster and place it on the counter.

” Wow,keep checking”.

I continued opening each chest but couldn’t find anything. I almost gave up until my eye caught what seem like a book.

I brought it out and drop it on the counter.

“What could this be,Cyril?”.

“You’ll only get your answer when you open it”.

I opened the hærd cover and the first thing I saw was,my kitchen recipes boldly written on the first page.

I flip through the pages, different meals and snacks images was in,side.

“It food recipe”. I beamed.

Cyril snatch the book from me and went through it.

” Wow, can’t believe this”.

” Now that we’ve found this,how about a challenge?”.

” A challenge?”. He asked not taking his eyes from the book.

” Yeah . Let’s cook in different pots and see who wins”.

He close the book and look at me. ” Challenge accepted but the thing is,what are we cooking?”.

” Don’t know yet but cooking different meals will be better. Don’t trust you again”.

He furrowed his brows. ” What do you mean?”.

” You can swap our foods”.

” You really hurt my pride,you know”.

” Am not lying,Cyril. You cheated earlier”.

” Deal then, let’s get to business”.

We made use of our aprons .

” Wait. How about we cook at different time? One of us will cook now and the other will prepare his or hers in the next hour” . I proposed.

” You’re right. It a good idea but who go first?”.

I will. Since am the lady here”.

” Nah,I have much confidence in myself”.

” Pride. Mr egostistical”.

” You even give it another name”.

” Okay. Okay”.

I removed the apron , about to have a sit.

” Nah, you’re more like a distraction. So just go to your room or the living room. I’ll let you know,when am done”.

I sighed. ” Okay”.

With that I left the kitchen and went into my room. I slump onto the bed and slowly,my eyes shut.
I need the sleep .

🥀🥀🥀

I felt a tap on my arms and I opened my eyes to see Cyril standing above me with a tray, grinning like a fool, revealing his fine set of teeth.

I rolled my eyes and sat up.

“Food is ready”. He grinned and settled beside me on the bed.

“What did you cook?”. I asked looking at the *what I don’t know,food*

“I don’t know. I just saw the simplest recipes and tried it”.

He drop the tray between us and pick a spoon and I did the same.

It was more like spaghetti Bolognese but…. I don’t just know.

I dig the spoon in it and shove some into my mouth but I spat it on the floor immediately.

“What?”.

I glare at him. “What sort of food is this? It more like poison”.

“But it not. It nice,mere looking at it”

“Oh really? It salty,spicy and everyother. It just too much. Geez”.

” Let me try it,first” .

” Wait… So you haven’t tried it ,huh? Unbelievable”. I scoffed.

He shove some into his mouth,his face changed but he covered it up quickly,with a fake smile.

I watch him as he swallowed hærd.

“It not that bad. You know”

“I see. Enjoy your meal.Am off to the kitchen”. I said, scrambling out of the bed.

” Yeah.Lets see the rubbish,you gonna cook too” .

“Am not like you. Okay?”.

“Just go”.

I left the room and headed to the kitchen. I made use of my apron and reached for the recipes book.

I flip through the page.

“Meatloaf,baked Alaska,BLT, Macaroni and cheese, Twinkies,Key lime pie, Buttermilk pancake,Bacon,egg and cheese sandwich”.

Arrghh.
I ruffled my hair in frustration.

” Don’t know what to cook,huh?”.

I heard Cyril questioned and I turn to see him with tray, containing his rubbish.

“So ,why can’t you eat your food now,huh? You said it wasn’t that bad”. I locked.

He sighed as he drop the tray by the sink.

” No answer to that”. He muttered.

I chuckled.

He went to the fridge and came back with a green apple,which he took a bite from. I took my eyes back to the book.

“Need help on what to cook?”.

“I don’t need your help”.

“If you ask me. I’ll say you should cook,steak pie or bangers and mash or cauliflower cheese or cheese pudding or potted shrimps or Sunday roast or…..

“Stop!”. I s¢ræmed cutting him off.

“What?”.

“You know what? Just go. I’ll get something to prepare”.

He took a bite on his apple. ” The thing is,you need to be fast about it. Someone is starving here”.

“I never said,you should prepare a poison”.

” Listen Miss Martin,if there’s anyone planning to cook poison. It you,not me”.

” What’re you tryna say? You’re a great cook than I am?”.

“Isn’t it obvious?”

“Of course it is,that why you can’t eat what you prepared”.

I drop the book and grab him by the arm, leading him out of the kitchen.

“Why sending me out?”.

“You’re a disturber and going to be a distraction. Am trying to think about what I want to cook”. I stated as I finally led him out and shut the kitchen’s door.

Cyril.
That Jerk!

🥀🥀🥀

I catwalked into the living room with a tray, containing a soybean paste and one other soup,which I’ve forgotten the name.

The aroma filled the air and I couldn’t stop grinning from ear to ear.

“Taddaaa!”. I exclaimed as I entered the living room.

Cyril took his eyes from the puzzle,he was solving and shot me a stare before looking back to the puzzle but not after an eye roll.

Seriously?

“What’s with that look,you just gave me?”.

“Looks like someone finally finished cooking her poison”.

” It not poison. Why will I cook a poison,when I have recipes. Am not like someone”.

I settled in the chaise lounge and drop the tray on it.

“Well,it possible. You’re jealous of the fact that am cuter”.

I burst into laughter.

” Nobody has told you before but am going to tell you now. You’re the most ugly thing,I’ve ever set my eyes on. I wondered how you became the Mr Handsome of San Francisco”.

” Okay. That’s not funny,Meryl”. He faked a sad face.

He came to sit on the chaise lounge too,with the tray between us.

” As crazy as it might sound now. Your food is bringing out a sweet aroma”.

” Awwn. Someone is making me blush”.I grinned.

He stare at me. ” It not about aroma.it by taste. Let me taste it first,before you start blushing”.

” Jerk”.

He took the spoon into the soybean paste and shove it into his mouth. I watch him , waiting for his comment.

It might sound odd. But the truth is,I haven’t taste it.

“How is it?” .

“Tasteless”.

I reached for my spoon and tasted it too. Sincerely,it the bitter truth.

” Try the other before you rate”.

“How sure am I,that it not tasteless like the first one”

” C’mon ,Cyril. There’s no harm in trying something”.

” Of course,there is. What if it a poisoned food?”.

” Just try it and stop bluffing”

He tried the other and I watch him closely with raise hopes.

“It nice”. He grinned.

“Oh my God!”. I gasped.

I tried it too and it was not bad .
Cyril took the mug bowl and went to sit in the director’s chair.

“What’re you doing?”.

“You should eat the tasteless one while I eat this”.

” No way. Why will I eat a tasteless food?”.

” Because you prepared it”.

” C’mon Cyril. Don’t be silly”

” Okay,I’ll give you when am full”.

I sighed.
No point in arguing.

I watch him as he continued eating. Suddenly,his hand start to tremble and his breathing became heavy.

“Cyril, are you okay?”.

The bowl slip away from his hand and crash into the floor and he fell backwards, hitting his head hærd on the tiled floor .

My eyes grew three times than it normal size.
What happened?

I drop the tray from my lap and went to him.

“Cyril? Cyril?”. I called but he wasn’t responding.

I went on my kneel beside him. “Cyril?”.

No response.

I shook him but he wasn’t responding.
Fear gripped me.

I took my fingers slowly to his nose to check whether he was still breathing .
Oh my God!!!!

I gasped and cover my mouth immediately.
Cyril is not breathing again.

“Cyril,wake up!”. I cried shaking him.

Wait. I chuckled to myself.

“You’re playing a prank on me huh ? Crazy boy! I know what to do. I know you’re ticklish. I remember that very well. Your friends do tickle you back then in school. So get up now or I’ll tickle you”.

No response.

” Am being serious”

No response.

I took my hands to his sides and start to tickle him but no response.
Why isn’t he responding.

I also ate the meal,so it definitely not a poison.

Suddenly,I notice blood flowing right under his head
What?

“Cyril!!!!”.

He did not respond or even stir and he’s not breathing either. What happened to him?

Have I killed someone?

I gasped as I cover my mouth, looking at the blood.
I burst into tears.

Am in trouble!
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Tbc😰😧

Why did Cyril fell from the chair?

What happened to him?

Now, blood 😱