"Hi, I'm Your Neighbour.", chapter 15
I wake up to the sunlight bursting through the cracks of the black satin curtains which were hung above each of my bedroom windows. I looked next to me to see Ethan fast asleep, and as I haven't mentioned before, he was snoring VERY loudly. I smiled and swung my legs over the side of our bed and sat up, stretching. I heard my elbows and wrists cracking as they were bent around. I stood up and went to wake the boys, walking to the room with the name "Jay" engraved in the door. Yeah. They were spoiled rotten.
I opened the door and peeked in. Surprisingly, I saw Jay sitting up on the side of his bed, just like I did every morning. He was stretching too. I always said Jay was more like me...
"Hey," I said softly to him, sitting next to him and rubbing his back.
"Hi."
"Why are you up? Mph...let me rephrase that...What woke you up?" I asked.
"Dad's snoring REALLY loud," he smirked. I cracked up.
"Trust me, I know. Try to sleep next to him when he's snoring!" I laughed. He giggled.
"Ready to wake Jakob up?" he asked. We all new Jakob slept through anything. I used to be like that when I was a kid. Since we knew he'd be out cold, we'd go in every morning and jump on his bed and then I'd pull him out. He really didn't mind, he actually thought of us as his alarm system.
So, Jay and I walked into Jakob's room and started jumping on his bed.
"IT'S TIME ALREADY?!" he whined, very loudly might I add.
"Yes, it's time my little Jake," I said. Then I picked him up and stood him upright on the floor. He brushed his shirt down and then stretched.
We went into the kitchen and the boys made themselves some cereal. I had stocked like 30 orange mocha frappuccinos in my fridge. And I'm not even kidding! Just so I don't have to go out to Starbucks everyday I buy 30 at the end of each month, one for every day of the month. So, I got one out and then made a little cup of microwave oatmeal. I love that shit.
After eating, we all got dressed. Tré came over and picked us up, and just before leaving I left a note.
went to Marissa's
be back soon. took
the boys with me,
i'll be back later. xxoo
nikki
And then we left in Tré's car. It was about a 15 minute drive over to Marissa's place. Tré walked up and knocked on the door. The familiar face with black hair, and surprisingly the turquoise streaks, and when she first saw me, I was only a little hurt when she didn't recognize me.
"Hey hun! Ooooh who's your lady friend?" she asked, gesturing to me.
"I'm so hurt you did not recognize me," I said, faking some puppy dog eyes, crossing my arms, a little hurt face. Then she clicked.
"Oh. My. God. No fucking way. I haven't seen you in...I'm-too-lazy-to-do-the-math years!!!" she said as she hugged me.
"Yeah, it's me." I smiled.
"Well, come in," she offered. We stepped in. I had a little hard time due to my twins hitching a ride on my legs. They always did that when we went to new places. She saw me staggering.
"What's up with your legs?"
I stepped into a very viewable spot.
"Ready?" I asked to Jakob. He nodded and I lifted up my right leg, the little clone clutching to my leg as he was showed off. I did the same to my left leg, being extra careful with my kids as they swung up.
"Jakob," I pointed to my right leg, "and Jason Jay. Preferably Jay," I pointed to my left leg. She gasped and squealed.
"Oh my gosh!!! Say, you don't have a triplet hanging off your ass that's gonna drop down any time soon, do you?"
"Damn!! You found him out! Come on, James," I said, thinking of a name, quick. She looked shocked.
"Jesus Christ woman, I was kidding! No more clones," I said.
"I did have another kid, but he passed a few years ago..." I trailed off. It was always a subject I was perfectly fine with discussing, I just didn't really speak very openly about it often.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"S'ok." I said.
We sat down on her couch and talked a while. Tré told Marissa about the faux-hawk revolution that would go on through the Harpers. Or so as he put it. Suddenly I was asked a question that was very out of the blue.
"Mom what is your birthday?" Jakob asked.
"Ditto." said Jay. I taught them that phrase.
"Uh, in a about a month."
"So what's the actual date?" Jakob asked. He was the intellectual.
"April the first, nineteen seventy-two," I said, "why?"
"Just wanted to know."
"Well, Ryan should be getting home soon." Marissa said.
"Ha. Last time I was around he was Cletus."
"I REMEMBER THAT!" Tré yelled.
"That's nice. So...when will he be here?" I asked. Then a door opened.
"Uh, I guess that answers your question."
A boy that looked about 5'10" with Tré's orangish brown hair and Marissa's green eyes walked in the room. I already did the math earlier, he was now 16 years old.
"Wow. I never thought Cletus would end up like that." I said, with no emotion. He stood there with a puzzled look on his face.
"Mom...you've got a friend?" he asked.
"Yep, actually, she was around when you were made." Marissa gushed.
"Don't remind me that I was 'made'." he said. We laughed.
We had a little visit and talked about the 'Cletus the Fetus' thing and about tons of other stuff. Tré said it was late and asked if he would stay when he dropped he us off, but not be a burden and I told him he wouldn't be a burden and that it was fine. When I got in, I saw a note on the counter, and it wasn't mine. I read it.
went to san fran to pick up my mom.
she said she wanted to meet you and the
boys while she was on vacation. Be back
tomorrow, she said she also wanted to
spend some alone time with me before
we headed over and insisted on me staying.
billie joe is staying over 'cause adie kicked
him out. they had a fight and he wanted to
stay. hope its ok. he might be at the bar.
ethan xoxo
Great Billie Joe and Tré are staying. Eh, I really don't mind.
"'Might be at the bar'? Billie will obviously be back drunk," Tré said.
"Yeah, figured," I said. It was kind of late so I told the boys to go to bed and kissed them goodnight. I showed Tré to one of the four guest bedrooms on the other side of the house, for there were two hallways that spread from the living room, guest hallway and family hallway. Family hallway was on the left, guest on the right. He took the bedroom closest to the entrance to the living room and went to bed. I did too.
*1:34 AM, Nikki's Point Of View*
"Helllllooooo, baby...gimme a kisss..." Billie Joe slurred to a sleeping me. I woke up.
"Billie? What the hell are you doing?" I whispered. Remember, Ethan still isn't back. I stood up and grabbed his arm, lightly pulling him to the bed.
"You can sleep in my bed tonight. I'll sleep in other guest room and-"
"NO!!! LET'S FUCK BABY!!"
"Stop, it Billie Joe!" And with that, he twisted my arm all the way around, hearing a huge CRACK. I knew it was broken. "You ass!" I said, holding my limp wrist. Tré walked in.
"What's going on?!"
"I think he...broke my wrist...ah..." I hissed and groaned in pain as Billie Joe kept rambling about how he wanted to fuck me.
Tré inspected my wrist and said, "Yeah, it's definitely broken. Let's go to the hospital and get a cast. Billie Joe's coming. Hell, maybe they'll bust him with his alcohol level."
"Yeah ok." So, we got Billie Joe and the boys packed up in the car (I made sure that Billie Joe was nowhere near them) and Tré drove me to the hospital. When we got there, even thought it was the middle of the night, we walked up to the secretary. I asked for x-ray and all that shit and she said I could be in in about 5 minutes. Wish me luck, and also PLEASE wish me there won't be much pain!
I opened the door and peeked in. Surprisingly, I saw Jay sitting up on the side of his bed, just like I did every morning. He was stretching too. I always said Jay was more like me...
"Hey," I said softly to him, sitting next to him and rubbing his back.
"Hi."
"Why are you up? Mph...let me rephrase that...What woke you up?" I asked.
"Dad's snoring REALLY loud," he smirked. I cracked up.
"Trust me, I know. Try to sleep next to him when he's snoring!" I laughed. He giggled.
"Ready to wake Jakob up?" he asked. We all new Jakob slept through anything. I used to be like that when I was a kid. Since we knew he'd be out cold, we'd go in every morning and jump on his bed and then I'd pull him out. He really didn't mind, he actually thought of us as his alarm system.
So, Jay and I walked into Jakob's room and started jumping on his bed.
"IT'S TIME ALREADY?!" he whined, very loudly might I add.
"Yes, it's time my little Jake," I said. Then I picked him up and stood him upright on the floor. He brushed his shirt down and then stretched.
We went into the kitchen and the boys made themselves some cereal. I had stocked like 30 orange mocha frappuccinos in my fridge. And I'm not even kidding! Just so I don't have to go out to Starbucks everyday I buy 30 at the end of each month, one for every day of the month. So, I got one out and then made a little cup of microwave oatmeal. I love that shit.
After eating, we all got dressed. Tré came over and picked us up, and just before leaving I left a note.
went to Marissa's
be back soon. took
the boys with me,
i'll be back later. xxoo
nikki
And then we left in Tré's car. It was about a 15 minute drive over to Marissa's place. Tré walked up and knocked on the door. The familiar face with black hair, and surprisingly the turquoise streaks, and when she first saw me, I was only a little hurt when she didn't recognize me.
"Hey hun! Ooooh who's your lady friend?" she asked, gesturing to me.
"I'm so hurt you did not recognize me," I said, faking some puppy dog eyes, crossing my arms, a little hurt face. Then she clicked.
"Oh. My. God. No fucking way. I haven't seen you in...I'm-too-lazy-to-do-the-math years!!!" she said as she hugged me.
"Yeah, it's me." I smiled.
"Well, come in," she offered. We stepped in. I had a little hard time due to my twins hitching a ride on my legs. They always did that when we went to new places. She saw me staggering.
"What's up with your legs?"
I stepped into a very viewable spot.
"Ready?" I asked to Jakob. He nodded and I lifted up my right leg, the little clone clutching to my leg as he was showed off. I did the same to my left leg, being extra careful with my kids as they swung up.
"Jakob," I pointed to my right leg, "and Jason Jay. Preferably Jay," I pointed to my left leg. She gasped and squealed.
"Oh my gosh!!! Say, you don't have a triplet hanging off your ass that's gonna drop down any time soon, do you?"
"Damn!! You found him out! Come on, James," I said, thinking of a name, quick. She looked shocked.
"Jesus Christ woman, I was kidding! No more clones," I said.
"I did have another kid, but he passed a few years ago..." I trailed off. It was always a subject I was perfectly fine with discussing, I just didn't really speak very openly about it often.
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"S'ok." I said.
We sat down on her couch and talked a while. Tré told Marissa about the faux-hawk revolution that would go on through the Harpers. Or so as he put it. Suddenly I was asked a question that was very out of the blue.
"Mom what is your birthday?" Jakob asked.
"Ditto." said Jay. I taught them that phrase.
"Uh, in a about a month."
"So what's the actual date?" Jakob asked. He was the intellectual.
"April the first, nineteen seventy-two," I said, "why?"
"Just wanted to know."
"Well, Ryan should be getting home soon." Marissa said.
"Ha. Last time I was around he was Cletus."
"I REMEMBER THAT!" Tré yelled.
"That's nice. So...when will he be here?" I asked. Then a door opened.
"Uh, I guess that answers your question."
A boy that looked about 5'10" with Tré's orangish brown hair and Marissa's green eyes walked in the room. I already did the math earlier, he was now 16 years old.
"Wow. I never thought Cletus would end up like that." I said, with no emotion. He stood there with a puzzled look on his face.
"Mom...you've got a friend?" he asked.
"Yep, actually, she was around when you were made." Marissa gushed.
"Don't remind me that I was 'made'." he said. We laughed.
We had a little visit and talked about the 'Cletus the Fetus' thing and about tons of other stuff. Tré said it was late and asked if he would stay when he dropped he us off, but not be a burden and I told him he wouldn't be a burden and that it was fine. When I got in, I saw a note on the counter, and it wasn't mine. I read it.
went to san fran to pick up my mom.
she said she wanted to meet you and the
boys while she was on vacation. Be back
tomorrow, she said she also wanted to
spend some alone time with me before
we headed over and insisted on me staying.
billie joe is staying over 'cause adie kicked
him out. they had a fight and he wanted to
stay. hope its ok. he might be at the bar.
ethan xoxo
Great Billie Joe and Tré are staying. Eh, I really don't mind.
"'Might be at the bar'? Billie will obviously be back drunk," Tré said.
"Yeah, figured," I said. It was kind of late so I told the boys to go to bed and kissed them goodnight. I showed Tré to one of the four guest bedrooms on the other side of the house, for there were two hallways that spread from the living room, guest hallway and family hallway. Family hallway was on the left, guest on the right. He took the bedroom closest to the entrance to the living room and went to bed. I did too.
*1:34 AM, Nikki's Point Of View*
"Helllllooooo, baby...gimme a kisss..." Billie Joe slurred to a sleeping me. I woke up.
"Billie? What the hell are you doing?" I whispered. Remember, Ethan still isn't back. I stood up and grabbed his arm, lightly pulling him to the bed.
"You can sleep in my bed tonight. I'll sleep in other guest room and-"
"NO!!! LET'S FUCK BABY!!"
"Stop, it Billie Joe!" And with that, he twisted my arm all the way around, hearing a huge CRACK. I knew it was broken. "You ass!" I said, holding my limp wrist. Tré walked in.
"What's going on?!"
"I think he...broke my wrist...ah..." I hissed and groaned in pain as Billie Joe kept rambling about how he wanted to fuck me.
Tré inspected my wrist and said, "Yeah, it's definitely broken. Let's go to the hospital and get a cast. Billie Joe's coming. Hell, maybe they'll bust him with his alcohol level."
"Yeah ok." So, we got Billie Joe and the boys packed up in the car (I made sure that Billie Joe was nowhere near them) and Tré drove me to the hospital. When we got there, even thought it was the middle of the night, we walked up to the secretary. I asked for x-ray and all that shit and she said I could be in in about 5 minutes. Wish me luck, and also PLEASE wish me there won't be much pain!
