Be Our Rose

First day

"What's with all the noise?"

Leonardo asked, tilting to  his side and looked at me.

"It's not my fault, it's Fernando's"

I said childishly, pointing at Fernando, and he chuckled.

"Leonardo, this lady here is feeling horny today,"

Fernando said, talking to Leonardo and Leonardo's eyebrow rose while he smirked at me.

"THAT'S NOT TRUE"

I covered my face, using my pillow in embarrassment.

"Don't suffocate yourself cupcake."

Leonardo said, moving the pillow from my face.

"Leonardo knows that what you said is a lie, don't you, Leonardo?"

"Well, you know."

Leonardo said, seemingly unsure.

"Leonardo!"

"I'm kidding, I believe you cupcake,"

"Thank you,"

I said, nudging Fernando's arm.

"I even made you guys food, and you didn't even look at it or thank me."

I crossed my arms, and they both chuckled.

"Thank you for the food. Are you happy now?"

Fernando asked, stretching out his  arm to get the plate, which was on the nightstand beside him.

"Maybe, now eat your food."

I demanded, and they sat up and started eating their pancakes.

"Not bad for your first time,"

Leonardo said, but I wasn't sure if I was supposed to take it as a compliment or an insulate. He sounded sarcastic but also honest at the same time.

"Are you being sarcastic or..?"

I asked.

"No, it's good,"

"But what if I tell you that I wanted to eat something else today? Would you let me?"

Fernando asked, and I was confused.

"Well, yes, if you don't like the pancakes, you can eat something else."

I said, and Fernando looked at me, grinning.

"So you are allowing us to eat something else"

Leonardo asked.

"Sure, what do you guys want to eat?"

I asked, and they both looked at each other, smirking.

The pain I was feeling right now.
Do they know how long it took me to make the perfect pancakes?

Do they know how many times I remade the same batter because the others did not make the cut?

But what can I do other than act like I am ok with them eating something else?

If they don't like my pancakes that I worked hard to make, they should eat whatever they want.

Yet I can't help but have a bad feeling about all of this.

"Can we finish the pancakes first?"

Fernando asked, and now I was really confused.

What' with these guys? And they say girls are confusing.

"Okay?"

I said, and they ate their pancakes while spoon feeding me some too since I hadn't had breakfast and only made two plates for them.