48 The Lost Ring { 1 }

(Hey, guys,

This chapter is in Jennifer's POV,

How did you feel about Ryan's chapter? SAD? HAPPY? ANGRY? DUMB? BEAUTIFUL? . . .

Enjoy!!

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I woke up really early the next morning. I tried going back to sleep, but I just couldn't and that pounding in my head made me groaned.

'I am having a hangover. Why did I do this to myself???'

I sat up and right away I notice that Ryan wasn't in the room. This was just like every morning, realising that he doesn't sleep here anymore.

I groaned again as a headache kicked in. I am one dead meat.

I sighed, slowly heading for the door. I wanted to grab something to drink. I held onto the stair case railing, praying that I won't fall.

I noticed that nobody was out here - not even the maidens that wake up so early everyday.

10 minutes later, I found the kitchen and turned on the lights.

I opened all of the cabins because I couldn't find any cups on the counter.

Finally, finally a glass cup, I grinnned.

I washed it and was about to pour my water when the kitchen door slided open.

I jumped, dropping the glass cup in my hand.

The glass cup shattered into a millions of pieces. I gasped.

Soon realized that it was Mrs. George's property and it might be her favourite.

I slowly looked up praying that It wasn't her.

Instead it was Cole - thank the Lord. "Cole?" I said, want are you doing here?" I asked.

He shrugged, "Woke up and couldn't sleep. I saw that the kitchen light was opened so I decided to stop by."

He stared at the glass.

I smiled sheepishly.

"I'll clean it up." I said, quickly,

"Do you know where the towels are?" "No . . ."

"But don't you live in this house longer than me? How do you not know?"

"I do live in this house longer than you, but I don't know where the towels are. The maiden shifted everything. I know everything so well here that when I was little, I would just walk in here with the lights shut and I would still know where the food was." he said.

I smirked, "You eat at night?"

He shrugged, smiling a little.

"Naughty boy!" I said, shaking my head and smiled.

"Fine, I will ask you the simplest question, since I haven't been here before. Do you know where the garbage can is?" I said the question slowly.

"Yes, in here." he said, grinning.

"Can you take it out? We need to clean these glass up." I asked.

" We ?" he asked.

"Yes, we . . . we are going to clean this. You were the one that scared me." I said and took the garbage can out.

"Fine." he said, dragging his word.

"Are you sure you really don't know where the towels are?"

"Yep, I don't know where they are." he said.

I sighed,

"Maybe I have to pick it up with my own hands." I slow picked up the pieces of glass and threw it out.

"Wait where are the maidens?" I asked. "Today is there day off." he said.

I nodded and went back to picking the pieces up.

There was a long moment of silence in the air.

"So how are you and Jason doing?" he asked, breaking the silence and startling me at the same time.

I dropped the glass and the glass's edge cut my skin.

My eyes widened. "I got a cut!" I said, "Bandage!"

"I gonna try to find one, wait here!" Cole said, running out of the kitchen.

Let's just hope that he knows where the bandages are! I thought to myself.

I stared at my cut for who knows how long, until Cole came back.

"Here, is the bandage, I tried to find a smaller one, but I gave up." he said, handing me the enormous bandage.

I took it anyways and put it around my cut.

"Great." I said.

I notice that Cole started putting bandages on his fingers.

"Wait, did I cut you? Look, I sorry - "

"NO! I am just putting on bandage so the glass wouldn't cut me, it will cut the bandage.

Since we don't have towels to pick it up, this way is more safe." he said.

I grinned, "Hmmmmn Smartie."

"Ok, now, let's pick everything up." he said. ****

I dusted my pants off and peeled all of the bandages off, except for the one that has a cut.

"Finally done!" I said, crushing all of the bandages into a ball and threw it in the garbage can using my "awesome" basketball scores.

But of course, I am not that sporty type of girl, so I epically missed.

He smiled and threw it away for me.

I stretched. "Let's get out of the kitchen." Cole said.

What a coincidence? Right after that, my stomach grumbled.

I hugged my stomach and smiled awkwardly.

Cole smirked. "Ok." he said, stretching his words.

"Can you cook?" I asked, blushing even more, knowing that I can't cook and I am a girl.

I am not sexist, it's just that I had took cooking class for 2 years and I still can't cook rice or boil water without waiting for an hour realising that I forgot to turn on the stove fire.

Cole bugged his eyes, "Unless you want to get poisoned."

I smiled, I guess me and him are on the same boat.

"Can you cook?" he asked, "You're the one that wants food."

"You must have extraordinary taste and patience if you like my cooking." I said, raising both of my eyebrows.

He grinned.

"Ok, so who is going to cook if both of us don't know how to cook?" he asked.

"Both of us." I said.

"Again?" he asked.

"Fine, then do whatever you want, you have nothing to do too. Everyone is asleep anyways and it would be rude if you just wake them up." I said, smiling innocently.

"Fine, what do you want to make?" he asked.

"Omelet." I said, choosing something super simple to made.

"Ok, let's get started." I grabbed 4 eggs, milk, salt, water, flour and sugar.

"I think those are the ingredients." I said. Cole grabbed the pan and lit up the stove.

I cracked open the egg.

"What the hell?!"

"What?" I asked, looking at Cole.

"You were suppose to put oil."

"No you don't!" I said,

"Who put oil in eggs?"

"Everyone."

"Not me." I said, shrugging him off and used a turner to flip the egg.

Hey, I can't find the flip turner!

"Hey!" I exclaimed over my shoulder, "I can't flip the egg!"

Cole laughed.

"Hey! Stop laughing and help me!"

"See! I told you to put oil in the pan before you put the egg."

"Ok, I gotcha, now what do I do with the egg? I'm having a hard time flipping it." I said.

"Throw it away, it's not edible."

I threw the egg away and decided to cook again. I poured the oil first and than the egg. This time when I tried to turn it, it was easier.

"See my point?" Cole asked, behind my shoulder.

I smiled lightly.

Then I put in the salt.

"Aren't you suppose to put in the sugar?" Cole asked.

"Sugar? In egg?" I asked.

"Yeah, every egg that I eat is a little bit sweet."

"SWEET?! What planet are you from?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes, "I swear!"

I crossed my arms and raised my eyebrow.

"Whatever!" I said.

I poured in 2 cups of water, stirred the egg. "Water, are you sure?" Cole asked.

"Yeah, water loosen the egg, making it soft and not stiff." I said, talking like a teacher teaching a dumb kid.

"Soft?" Cole asked like he never hear that word before.

"Yeah, but we don't want it too soft so you put in flour. My cooking teacher said that flour and water together make things that are not too soft and not too stiff." I said.

"Ok, just remind me not to eat that so - called omelet."

"Hey! I don't insult your cooking skills! So don't insult mine, unless you want me to comment on everything you do!" I said, pointing my flip turner at him.

He held up his hand to show that he surrendered.

I stirred the pan and next thing you know, it was a blob of light brown clay looking thing in the pan.

Cole laughed.

I felt ashamed and silently threw the egg away.

"Let the pro handle this." Cole said, pushing me aside.

"The 'pro' , huh?" I asked.

"Yep, step aside, let Chef Cole walk through!" he said.

I laughed.

He put the butter and cracked the egg like he had lived in the kitchen his whole life. He put the sugar and salt in the egg.

"Why are you putting salt when you asked me not to?" I asked, crossing my arms.

"Because it can taste salty and sweet, but I put in more sugar than salt." he said.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms.

He poured in cornstarch and started stirring it.

"Why are you putting cornstarch?"

"That is how you get the white color."

I raised my eyebrows.

He put in butter.

According to him, he said that butter makes it soft.

He closed the lid and we waited for 20 minutes.

"It's not finish cooking, yet." "

Then, when will be it finished?"

"I don't know."

"Even I, the - not - so - good - at - cooking - person know that an omelet does not take that long to cook." I said.

He opened the lid again and it was one ugly omelet.

Ugly.

"I don't think that is edible." I whispered pointing at the omelet.

He threw that away.

"You know what? I think I cook better than you."I said, taking the turner from Cole's hands.

"What?! That is not true." Cole said, taking the turner back.

"It is true."

"It is not!"

"Give it back." I said, giving a hard yank.

"No way, you were the one wasting the egg!"

"Are you joking? Who in this world put cornstarch in their omelet!? Cornstarch!! " I said.

"SO? Who puts SALT in their omelet?" he asked, yanking the turner towards him.

"Give it to me!"

"No, give it to - "

"Cole? Jennifer?" a voice asked.

I squeaked, letting go off the turner that Cole was yanking back, as a result he fell on his back.