Dinner turned out to be grilled salmon over rice with a side of cooked asparagus and mashed potatoes. At least, that's what me and the Atkins brothers got. Alex was the only special one at the table, eating grilled chicken instead.
He looked up when he noticed my staring. "I don't like fish." He told me with a shrug. Then he started to cut up his chicken.
"Mom must have selected the meal for us without asking." Noah's nose scrunched up.
"Fish is good for you." Zeke said, slicing his salmon like a pro.
Noah made a face as he poked his salmon with his fork.
I tried my best to mimick Zeke's movements, cutting my own salmon up. Then I tried a piece. "It's fine."
"If you say so.." Noah cut out a small piece and tried it. Pure disgust covered his face.
I laughed, getting the tables attention. Soon everyone was making fun of Noah for being a baby. Everyone except me and Alex.
