Food Is A Woman's Greatest Treasure

"Jake! I swear I will leave you behind if you're not down in–"

"I'm here! Jeez, calm yourself, woman!" He cut me off, pulling on a shirt and walking down the stairs. I huffed and shoved my idiotic brother out the door.

"I still don't get why Jennifer makes us meet up every week for lunch. I mean, everyone leaves almost as soon as we get there... well, apart from us," he complained, trailing after me as we made our way to the café down the road.

"How many times do I have to tell you that Jennifer will always be Jennifer, the one who needs everything to be perfect! And part of being 'perfect' is meeting daily to hang with friends and 'catching up' with each other!"

He groaned and opened the door to the café before walking to the booth in the back right-corner. Everyone else was here already: Jennifer, Cassie, Blake, Jaden, Alex and Hunter. Then there was, of course, Jake and I.

"Hey, girlfriend!" Jenny squealed, hugging me tightly. Patting her back, I laughed as she gave poor Jake a hug too.

"Hey, Jenny. Did you get–"

"Your chicken burger, chicken wrap, box of wings with chips and a Dr Pepper? Yup." Jenny cut me off with a smile and pointed to where my food was sitting on the table. One thing you should know about girls is that food is love.

I hugged her in thanks and slid into the booth beside Jaden, picking up my burger and taking a huge bite out of it.

"Pig," Jaden said, poking my exposed stomach. I kicked him in return and listened to the wondrous sounds of him cursing at me. I might eat like a pig, but I am a slim enough girl.

I soon moved onto my wrap and tuned into my friends' conversation about talking goats... don't ask.

I noticed something moving out of the corner of my eye and turned my head to see a hand stealing my chips. Narrowing my eyes, I gripped Jaden's hand and squeezed tightly, causing him to let go of the chips. But he kept trying to get them again.

"Jaden."

"...Uh oh..."

"Damn right, 'uh oh'!" What do you think you're doing?" By now, all of our friends had their attention on us.

"..."

"Tell me!"

"Borrowing..? Some chips..." he said meekly, lowering his head and staring at the ground.

I glared at him before shoving him to the floor and straddling him, sending punch after punch to his handsome face. Nobody touches my food, and they know not to mess with me!

"FOOD IS MINE!!!" I growled, sounding like a bull dog married the Wicked Witch of the West and gave birth to a lion.

THE END.