Touring A Dream, chapter 19
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"Treeee!" I yelled as Frankito and I were playing video games in his room.
"Yeah, Lina," he yelled, walking up the stairs.
"Come and play with us," I said, seeing him peeking in the doorway.
"Hmmm, I'm making dinner," he said about to leave
"How about I make dinner?"
"Hmm, I don't know."
"Come on, what were you making?" I said, standing up due to Frankito pushing me at the end and winning the round.
"Caroline, I don't want you killing my son," Tre said.
"WHAT?!" I little Frankito said.
"Oh, shut up, Tre," I said, reaching down and throwing a pillow at him.
"Haha, ok. I'm making pasta."
"Cool, that I can do!" I said, running down the hallway. "Oh shit!" I yelled, catching the edge of the rug and very ungracefully falling down the stairs. I heard Tre laughing as I let out a moan of pain. My head had collided painfully into the front door at the end of the stairs.
"Y-you okay, Lina?" he asked, his voice flowing down the stairs. I peeled my face from the door.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, I got hurt so often, I'm pretty used to it. My friend KC was pretty clumsy; I think that's were I got it from, I thought walking though the living room and into the kitchen. The water was already boiling.
"Oh!" I said, running over to it. I pulled the lid off and poured a generous amount of pasta into it. I always loved leftovers, my dad did too.
About 10 minutes, I turned around to call Tre downstairs, and he was just peacefully sitting at the island.
"Tre! Oh, you're right there." He smiled. "Uhh, dinner's ready."
"Okay, I will go get Frankito," he said happily, leaping off the stool and walking out. He came back with little Frank on his shoulders.
"It's a serve yourself thing," I said. Sitting on the stool, letting them go in front of me.
"Haha, okay," he said, picking up a little 'Spongebob' plate.
"Dad, that's not enough!" Frank said, pulling on his pant leg.
"I think its enough for you."
"But-"
"If you want more, I'll get it for you."
"Okay," he said, taking the plate and walking over to the table and before sitting down, Tre said, "Frankito, how about we eat outside?" Tre turned his gaze to me, as though asking me the same question.
"Yea!" Frankito ran out of the room, and a second later we heard the back slider open and close.
"You first, my lady."
"Tre...I made it, I was nibbling on it, you go first."
"I'm not hungry." He crossed his arms; I looked at him for a moment. His stomach growled.
"Yeah, I bet you're not hungry."
"Damn, again portrayed by the stomach." He walked over to the stove and pulled a little bit onto the plate.
"I'll see you outside." He wiggled his eyebrows and walked out. I smiled and turned to window next to the sink and looked out. Frankito was on the top platform of where you get onto the slide, cross-legged with the plate on his lap. I saw Tre walk out and take a place on one of the swings. I pulled out a plate from the cabinet and pulled some pasta onto it and made my way outside. I opened the back slider and closed it. The two 'Cools' looked up, and Tre patted the swing next to him.
"Come on, Lina!" I said. I walked over to the swing, and we all started eating in silence. Frankito finished first and put his plate down and slid down the slide. Going back up and sliding back down. I finished a minute or two after Tre and put my plate down. I then started taking in my surroundings.
"Ooof!" I was pushed forward off the swing and looked at Tre who was looking up. I pushed him backwards off the swing. I got back on my swing and looked at Tre getting off the ground.
"Tre, give me an under-doggy!"
"A what?"
"You don't know what an under-doggy is?"
"Uhh, yeah."
"Frankito," I called.
"Yeah?"
"Get on your dad's swing."
"Alright!" he said, sliding down and running over. He leaped on the swing, and I grabbed each side of the ropes and pulled forward and back and forward then ran under him.
"Weeeeeeeee!" he called.
"Alright," Tre said. Tre was a lot bigger, so therefore I would go higher than what I did to Frankito. He grabbed the ropes and did my exact movements.
"Weeeeeeeee!" I said imitating a little kid. He started laughing.
"Dad, my turn!" Frankito said.
"Alright, little buddy." He under-dogged Frankito then said, "I wish I knew that when I was a kid."
"Okay, your turn," I said, leaping off my swing. "You won't go as high as you did to me." He chuckled. "But, it will still have the same effect."
"Haha, okay, let's try it," he said, sitting on my swing.
"Alright, big guy, let's do this!" I gave Tre the best under-doggy I could do. I used to do it for my younger neighbors, always fun. Tre and his son started swinging, so I went and laid on the hammock. They were out there for a while; I somehow fell asleep.
"Lina!"
"Hmmmm...go away, Tre."
"Alright," he said. Not good, I thought.
"Ahhh!" I was drenching wet; I rolled off the hammock due to fright.
"Is that the same goddamned bucket?" I said.
"Yeah, I got it from B.J."
"I'll kill him," I mumbled and walked onto Tre's patio.
"Hold on," he said, knowing that I wanted a towel. I nodded and sat at the table. A few minutes later I heard the front door open.
"Tre! Where is she?" I heard Mike yell.
"Mike!" I yelled from the back of the house.
"Lina!" I heard running, that never seemed to stop. "Where are you!?" he yelled angrily.
"Out back!" I yelled, laughing. He showed up at the backslider, and burst out laughing seeing the state I was in. He pointed to the bucket, still laughing.
"I know, I'm going to kill Billie Joe."
"Why are you going to-" Billie Joe had popped up behind Mike and started laughing. Mike pulled himself together and walked outside, giving me and hug before sitting at a chair next to me. Billie Joe walked outside with a face that looked like he was about to burst. He walked over, and while giving me a hug, he started laughing, so I pushed him backwards into the sprinkler. He looked at me with his mouth open and ran towards me. Mike picked me up.
"You will never get her!" he yelled playfully, running away with me on his shoulder. Billie Joe leaped onto my back, pulling us all to the ground, right in font of the second sprinkler in Tre's yard.
Tre walked outside. "Great, now I need two more towels."
We looked at each others' faces and leapt for Tre.
"Yeah, Lina," he yelled, walking up the stairs.
"Come and play with us," I said, seeing him peeking in the doorway.
"Hmmm, I'm making dinner," he said about to leave
"How about I make dinner?"
"Hmm, I don't know."
"Come on, what were you making?" I said, standing up due to Frankito pushing me at the end and winning the round.
"Caroline, I don't want you killing my son," Tre said.
"WHAT?!" I little Frankito said.
"Oh, shut up, Tre," I said, reaching down and throwing a pillow at him.
"Haha, ok. I'm making pasta."
"Cool, that I can do!" I said, running down the hallway. "Oh shit!" I yelled, catching the edge of the rug and very ungracefully falling down the stairs. I heard Tre laughing as I let out a moan of pain. My head had collided painfully into the front door at the end of the stairs.
"Y-you okay, Lina?" he asked, his voice flowing down the stairs. I peeled my face from the door.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I said, I got hurt so often, I'm pretty used to it. My friend KC was pretty clumsy; I think that's were I got it from, I thought walking though the living room and into the kitchen. The water was already boiling.
"Oh!" I said, running over to it. I pulled the lid off and poured a generous amount of pasta into it. I always loved leftovers, my dad did too.
About 10 minutes, I turned around to call Tre downstairs, and he was just peacefully sitting at the island.
"Tre! Oh, you're right there." He smiled. "Uhh, dinner's ready."
"Okay, I will go get Frankito," he said happily, leaping off the stool and walking out. He came back with little Frank on his shoulders.
"It's a serve yourself thing," I said. Sitting on the stool, letting them go in front of me.
"Haha, okay," he said, picking up a little 'Spongebob' plate.
"Dad, that's not enough!" Frank said, pulling on his pant leg.
"I think its enough for you."
"But-"
"If you want more, I'll get it for you."
"Okay," he said, taking the plate and walking over to the table and before sitting down, Tre said, "Frankito, how about we eat outside?" Tre turned his gaze to me, as though asking me the same question.
"Yea!" Frankito ran out of the room, and a second later we heard the back slider open and close.
"You first, my lady."
"Tre...I made it, I was nibbling on it, you go first."
"I'm not hungry." He crossed his arms; I looked at him for a moment. His stomach growled.
"Yeah, I bet you're not hungry."
"Damn, again portrayed by the stomach." He walked over to the stove and pulled a little bit onto the plate.
"I'll see you outside." He wiggled his eyebrows and walked out. I smiled and turned to window next to the sink and looked out. Frankito was on the top platform of where you get onto the slide, cross-legged with the plate on his lap. I saw Tre walk out and take a place on one of the swings. I pulled out a plate from the cabinet and pulled some pasta onto it and made my way outside. I opened the back slider and closed it. The two 'Cools' looked up, and Tre patted the swing next to him.
"Come on, Lina!" I said. I walked over to the swing, and we all started eating in silence. Frankito finished first and put his plate down and slid down the slide. Going back up and sliding back down. I finished a minute or two after Tre and put my plate down. I then started taking in my surroundings.
"Ooof!" I was pushed forward off the swing and looked at Tre who was looking up. I pushed him backwards off the swing. I got back on my swing and looked at Tre getting off the ground.
"Tre, give me an under-doggy!"
"A what?"
"You don't know what an under-doggy is?"
"Uhh, yeah."
"Frankito," I called.
"Yeah?"
"Get on your dad's swing."
"Alright!" he said, sliding down and running over. He leaped on the swing, and I grabbed each side of the ropes and pulled forward and back and forward then ran under him.
"Weeeeeeeee!" he called.
"Alright," Tre said. Tre was a lot bigger, so therefore I would go higher than what I did to Frankito. He grabbed the ropes and did my exact movements.
"Weeeeeeeee!" I said imitating a little kid. He started laughing.
"Dad, my turn!" Frankito said.
"Alright, little buddy." He under-dogged Frankito then said, "I wish I knew that when I was a kid."
"Okay, your turn," I said, leaping off my swing. "You won't go as high as you did to me." He chuckled. "But, it will still have the same effect."
"Haha, okay, let's try it," he said, sitting on my swing.
"Alright, big guy, let's do this!" I gave Tre the best under-doggy I could do. I used to do it for my younger neighbors, always fun. Tre and his son started swinging, so I went and laid on the hammock. They were out there for a while; I somehow fell asleep.
"Lina!"
"Hmmmm...go away, Tre."
"Alright," he said. Not good, I thought.
"Ahhh!" I was drenching wet; I rolled off the hammock due to fright.
"Is that the same goddamned bucket?" I said.
"Yeah, I got it from B.J."
"I'll kill him," I mumbled and walked onto Tre's patio.
"Hold on," he said, knowing that I wanted a towel. I nodded and sat at the table. A few minutes later I heard the front door open.
"Tre! Where is she?" I heard Mike yell.
"Mike!" I yelled from the back of the house.
"Lina!" I heard running, that never seemed to stop. "Where are you!?" he yelled angrily.
"Out back!" I yelled, laughing. He showed up at the backslider, and burst out laughing seeing the state I was in. He pointed to the bucket, still laughing.
"I know, I'm going to kill Billie Joe."
"Why are you going to-" Billie Joe had popped up behind Mike and started laughing. Mike pulled himself together and walked outside, giving me and hug before sitting at a chair next to me. Billie Joe walked outside with a face that looked like he was about to burst. He walked over, and while giving me a hug, he started laughing, so I pushed him backwards into the sprinkler. He looked at me with his mouth open and ran towards me. Mike picked me up.
"You will never get her!" he yelled playfully, running away with me on his shoulder. Billie Joe leaped onto my back, pulling us all to the ground, right in font of the second sprinkler in Tre's yard.
Tre walked outside. "Great, now I need two more towels."
We looked at each others' faces and leapt for Tre.
