Hug me, brother, chapter 2
I was sitting on the couch, playing my guitar, when Seth and Jake came running in, boards under their arms.
I saw their hungry faces; I sighed and got up and went into the kitchen.
I rummaged through the cupboards and found some pasta. I poured some water into the pan, put the pasta in, and started to cook. I then found some cold chicken in the fridge, I mixed it with some mayonnaise, and voila, pasta and chicken sauce.
I dished it up into four bowls, put three on the table and one in the fridge, in case Mum came home hungry.
I called the boys, and we ate, Jake telling us about his brother's band.
At about 8:30, the phone rang, so I got it, leaving the boys to clear up.
"Hello," I asked into the receiver.
"Hey, it's Jay, and wow I just rhymed," came the cheery voice of my best friend.
We spoke for about half an hour. I put the phone back in the charger and went into the front room. There on the couch were Jake and Seth, huddled under a blanket, watching a film. They hadn't noticed me yet, so I crawled behind the couch and then jumped up screaming. They screamed and fell off the couch, as I jumped on it laughing my ass off.
After we got over it, we carried on watching the film until 10 when it finished.
"Oh, boys are you scared?" I asked, smiling at their pale faces; they nodded there heads saying no, but I could probably guess Jake's mom will be phoning me up tomorrow, complaining about giving her son nightmares.
"Anyway, I should probably take you home, Jakey boy," I said poking his shoulder.
"No, it's okay, my brother's got a car too, I'll call him. Thanks," he said while pulling his cell out his pocket. I shrugged and decided to sit on my brother.
Ten minutes later, after several rounds of pillow fights, the door rang. I got up to get it, and there, standing at my door, was an angel. Spiky, black hair, emerald green eyes, and a very cheeky grin.
"Hey, I'm Joey, Jake's brother. Is he ready to go?"
I gulped and smiled. "Yeah, I'll go get him. He's a sweet kid," I said, motioning for Joey to come in.
Joey came in and leant on the door frame, observing the mess we made.
I noticed and said, "I'm a child at heart really." And I went to find Seth and Jake.
I heard him chuckle and fell in love with him, there and then. God, he's hot.
That night, after we cleared up, I lay in bed, thinking about none other than Joey, when I heard a knock at my door. Seth appeared in his boxers.
"I'm scared, I can't sleep," he said, sounding like a 6 year-old.
"Come on, then," I said, lifting up my covers and letting him snuggle into me; hey I gotta give it to him. It was a scary film.
I woke up and looked at my clock. 11:30 A.M. it told me.
"Shit!" I exclaimed, waking Seth up. He looked at me, then at the clock.
"Fuck it," he muttered, then went back to sleep. I joined him. I hated Friday's lessons, anyway.
I saw their hungry faces; I sighed and got up and went into the kitchen.
I rummaged through the cupboards and found some pasta. I poured some water into the pan, put the pasta in, and started to cook. I then found some cold chicken in the fridge, I mixed it with some mayonnaise, and voila, pasta and chicken sauce.
I dished it up into four bowls, put three on the table and one in the fridge, in case Mum came home hungry.
I called the boys, and we ate, Jake telling us about his brother's band.
At about 8:30, the phone rang, so I got it, leaving the boys to clear up.
"Hello," I asked into the receiver.
"Hey, it's Jay, and wow I just rhymed," came the cheery voice of my best friend.
We spoke for about half an hour. I put the phone back in the charger and went into the front room. There on the couch were Jake and Seth, huddled under a blanket, watching a film. They hadn't noticed me yet, so I crawled behind the couch and then jumped up screaming. They screamed and fell off the couch, as I jumped on it laughing my ass off.
After we got over it, we carried on watching the film until 10 when it finished.
"Oh, boys are you scared?" I asked, smiling at their pale faces; they nodded there heads saying no, but I could probably guess Jake's mom will be phoning me up tomorrow, complaining about giving her son nightmares.
"Anyway, I should probably take you home, Jakey boy," I said poking his shoulder.
"No, it's okay, my brother's got a car too, I'll call him. Thanks," he said while pulling his cell out his pocket. I shrugged and decided to sit on my brother.
Ten minutes later, after several rounds of pillow fights, the door rang. I got up to get it, and there, standing at my door, was an angel. Spiky, black hair, emerald green eyes, and a very cheeky grin.
"Hey, I'm Joey, Jake's brother. Is he ready to go?"
I gulped and smiled. "Yeah, I'll go get him. He's a sweet kid," I said, motioning for Joey to come in.
Joey came in and leant on the door frame, observing the mess we made.
I noticed and said, "I'm a child at heart really." And I went to find Seth and Jake.
I heard him chuckle and fell in love with him, there and then. God, he's hot.
That night, after we cleared up, I lay in bed, thinking about none other than Joey, when I heard a knock at my door. Seth appeared in his boxers.
"I'm scared, I can't sleep," he said, sounding like a 6 year-old.
"Come on, then," I said, lifting up my covers and letting him snuggle into me; hey I gotta give it to him. It was a scary film.
I woke up and looked at my clock. 11:30 A.M. it told me.
"Shit!" I exclaimed, waking Seth up. He looked at me, then at the clock.
"Fuck it," he muttered, then went back to sleep. I joined him. I hated Friday's lessons, anyway.
