Losing

                                    

                                          
"Shut up!" I yelled, embarrassed.
                          
"It's really not that hard, watch." He turned on the stove, and put a bit of butter on the pan.
                          
He scrambled his eggs in a measuring cup, put salt, pepper, and another spice in and added a dash of milk.
                          
He moved the butter around on the pan and then poured the eggs onto the pan.
                          
After a minute, he put the cheese on.
                          
And another minute later, he folded it up and put it on a plate.
                          
"And bam. Omelette." He shoved a fork into it and handed it to me.
                          
"What?" I asked.
                          
"Try it." He said.
                          
I cut off a piece and blew on it before putting it in my mouth.
                          
I chewed a bit and gasped.
                          
"This is the best fucking egg I've ever tasted." I said.
                          
"Really?" He asked.
                          
I nodded furiously.
                          
"You're like Gordon Ramsay in the kitchen. Teach me your ways." I bowed.
                          
BEN then walked in.
                          
"Am I interrupting something?" He smirked pervertedly.
                          
"Yes, my cooking lessons. Now leave, you Pizza-Hut-addicted peasant." Jeff looked him dead in the eyes.
                          
"Bro, stop calling me out on everything. Y'know what, I don't need this negativity in my life." BEN flipped us off and left the kitchen.
                          
I then remembered something about myself-
                          
my birthday.
                          
It's literally tomorrow.
                          
What the fuck.
                          
How could I forget my own fucking birthday?
                          
"Jeff..?" I mumbled.
                          
"What?" He asked.
                          
"My birthday...it's tomorrow." I said.
                          
"..." Jeff went quiet for a second.
                          
"How... how the fuck did you just now realize? Normally people remember their fucking birthday!!" He pinched the bridge of his nose.
                          
"Shut up, I just don't pay attention! Especially with all thats been going on lately." I said.
                          
"Whatever." He put his plate in the sink and ruffled my hair.
                          
I scrunched my nose up, as I do every time.
                          
"(Y/N), w-wanna pl-ay a board-d game?" Toby asked.
                          
"Absolutely. Wanna join, Jeff?" I asked.
                          
Honestly, I just wanna squash him like a bug again.
                          
That's the only reason I invited him.
                          
I snickered to myself quietly and walked up to Toby's room.
                          
Toby pulled 'Sorry!' out of his stash of board games and set up all the pieces.
                          
"I wanna be blue!" I said.
                          
"I'll take red." Jeff offered.
                          
"G-great, I lo-ve green." Toby smiled.
                          
"No one ever picks yellow unless that's all that's left." I mumbled.
                          
"That's cause everyone hates yellow." Jeff pointed out.
                          
"T-true, it's the co-color of pi-ss." Toby laughed.