Chapter 372 - Amy Lee (1/2)
Monday morning, the day that Amy Lee had looked forward to for weeks on end, finally arrived, but the girl slept soundly in her bed, unaware of her best friend and little brother plotting to destroy her peaceful slumber right outside the door of her bedroom.
”How do you think we should we wake her?” Chynna asked, pushing the door open a crack with one hand while the other cradled her waist. Together with Amy's younger brother, Gu Zhou, they stared at Amy's sleeping form, her mouth wide open and drool soaking into her pillow, threatening to spill over onto her fiery red hair, scattered all over the pillow.
”I should get my horn and blow in her ears,” the boy supplied mischievously, turning to go and get his musical instrument. If there was anything he loved, it was startling his big sister. She was like a huge scaredy-cat whenever he ambushed her unexpectedly, and it always made for a good laugh.
”Oh, no you don't, Gu Zhou! We are not scaring your sister awake,” Chynna countered, pulling the boy by his shoulders, and pushing him towards the kitchen.
”So how do you propose we wake her up, eh? Her job starts in 3 hours, and I have to be in school in 1.” He was like every typical teenager his age, excited about mischief.
”It's her first day of work after quitting that shitty barista job, Gu Zhou, we need to do something sweet for her, like make her breakfast.”
”Um, no offense Chynna but you suck at cooking,” Gu Zhou remarked, his face contorting into a frown as he recalled the last time Chynna had attempted making dinner for him when his sister fell sick and he had to endure her terrible cooking for nearly week.
”I do not suck at cooking, you rude child. But be happy that I won't be blessing you with the deliciousness that is my cooking. We'll order pancakes instead,” Chynna responded, quite good-naturedly, to the harsh remark her best friend's little brother had just spat out at her.
Gu Zhou's eyes widened with excitement.
”Go and take a bath and get ready for school, I'll make the order, okay?”
”Yes Chynna, you're the best!”
”I thought I was a terrible cook barely a minute ago?” Chynna asked quizzically, her left brow arched upward in an exaggerated questioning look.
”Well yes, you're that too,” he said sassily, poking his tongue out at her, and then stretching to plant a quick kiss on Chynna's cheek, as if to soften the effect of his harsh remarks about her lack of cooking skills, and then running away fast before she could strike him. Even though his sister always teased him about having a mad crush on her friend, he would always deny and insist that he was a big boy.