Gamble For Love

Chapter 22: One way or another

Chapter twenty-two: One way or another (Ellie's POV)

It was the next morning, we had the whole Saturday morning vibe going and then the two idiots I live with ruined it. They both came out of their rooms, acknowledged me, were very nice to me, but completely ignored each other. That's not very fun to watch and live with, I don't want to be the mediator. But of course, I am. 

Currently, we were all sitting on the couch, as expected, me cushioned in between. 

"So you guys just aren't gonna talk?" I asked. 

"Nope," they answered in sync. 

"Cool," I nodded before standing up only to be pulled back down, both of them grabbing my wrists. "Okay, either you talk, or I go. So come on, get talking now," I encouraged. 

Nothing. 

"Maybe I'll just go then," I shrugged and stood up. 

"No," they said in sync. 

"Guys, come on let me go. You guys need alone time to rekindle your bromance, me being here isn't gonna help. I'm not gonna be the homewrecker, let me go!" I exclaimed while they kept trying to sit me down. I huffed while they managed to seat me once again and I just sat there, staring off into space like they had been doing. "Okay, can I just ask, which one of you is better at Business Studies, cause I need help with that homework," I sighed. 

"Him," they both said. This is just getting weird, I'm only getting one-word answers and they both are talking in sync. 

I looked between both of them. "Forget it, I'll just do it myself," I rolled my eyes. 

"No, seriously though. He can help you if you want," Brett shrugged while pointing at Zach. 

I bit back a smile and continued. "Why is that?" I asked. 

"Because he actually knows what he's doing and doesn't just memorize stuff as I do." He rolled his eyes. 

"Yeah but you know everything because you memorize it, you never skip anything," Zach replied. 

Once that conversation started, I was able to slip out of there unnoticed. 

One way or another, I was going to make them talk. 

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The bell rang and I went to answer it while the guys got the food. We're having a little game night/bring-in because we've got nothing better to do and nowhere better to go. 

"Ellie, we burnt the popcorn again!" Brett whined. 

"You're supposed to put it in the microwave for two minutes, how are you doing that wrong?" I asked while walking into the kitchen where Zach was sitting and watching Brett ruin perfect packets of popcorn. 

"I did what you said, I put it in the microwave for two minutes," he shrugged. 

I opened the microwave, sure enough, it was all burnt, but the entire plastic packaging was still on it. I turned to Zach who was watching with an amused smile. "You guys had one job," I huffed before tossing the burnt packet and grabbing another one, taking the plastic off and dangling it in Brett's face. 

"He didn't tell me you have to take that off," Brett shrugged innocently. 

"You're telling me you don't know how to make popcorn, are you serious?" I asked while starting the microwave. 

Brett and I turned to Zach and he simply shrugged. "He didn't ask." 

"Does he have to? When you see him doing that? Anyway, what are we watching?" I asked while taking a seat on the couch with the others.