Summer Story: part 5
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roxyWhat the hell, I'm on a roll...
The Previous Parts are here, and they wanna know if they can keep the porn they found stashed in your dad's closet?
Summer Story
AUGUST
It was nearing the end of the summer and with a few days remaining before school started again they were trying to be especially lazy…with the exception of Lex who had a pile of printouts, brochures and letters from different colleges spread out on the floor of the Ross’ TV room.
Mrs. Ross came into the room and asked sweetly,” Lex, hon, what are you doing, what’s that you have there,” and her voice rose sharply on the last few words and she fixed the other boys with a steely glare.
“It looks to me like college information, is that what it is, sweetie?” She continued and stared even harder and Clark ducked slightly, not entirely sure that Mrs. Ross couldn’t shoot flame from her eyes too.
Her dark brown eyes snapped as she stared at her son, who in turn looked at Lex like he could cheerfully kick his ass down the drive, and when Abigail turned away, mouthed, “Dead man sitting.” at Lex. He grinned back and then Mrs. Ross turned to him and said, “Lex, honey why don’t you bring that in the kitchen with you…I just made some cookies and we can have those with some milk, look at your brochures—does that sound good to you?” She beamed at him with the air of having presented him a great gift, and he smiled at her weakly.
“Oh, gosh, Mrs. Ross, that sounds… great.” He gathered up his material without looking at the other boys, who were struggling not to laugh, faces red and eyes desperate over tightly clenched lips. Lex left the room, subtly rubbing the back of his head with middle finger extended.
Pete was the first to crack, laughing hard as he fell against Whit, who grinned from ear to ear at Clark, who was snickering quietly because Mrs. Ross was not going to hear Clark laughing if he could help it.
Thank god he wasn’t offered cookies too…poor Lex.
There was a loud bang at the front door and a voice called out,” Ma!” and thumps vibrated in the foyer as bags hit the floor.
“Oh, cool, Bruh’s home,” Pete exclaimed in surprise. He jumped up and ran for the door.
Whit looked up sharply, also surprised.
“Sam’s home?” Sam was coming home and didn’t tell him? He usually called to let everyone know he was coming.
“Uh-uhn, that’s Mike. He hasn’t been home in forever!” Pete dashed out the room and when Whit heard the voice again he realized yes, it was Mike, the two sounded so similar that it was easy to make a mistake.
Clark stood. “I guess I should head home so everyone can get re-acquainted. It’s been a long time since Mike’s been home.”
Whit got up to walk Clark to the front door and Pete called them into the kitchen.
“Whit, you’re not going to believe this,” Pete crowed. “Sam’s getting married!”
Whit looked ill for a second before he managed to squeak out, “Great! That’s …just great.”
Mrs. Ross batted at Pete’s arm.
“Pete! That’s no way to deliver news.” She held the phone in her hand, looking at it like it was a snake, and sighed. “I never would have believed you Mike, unless I heard from this fool himself.”
Mike shrugged and went rummaging about in the refrigerator for soda.
“Mike, don’t leave the fridge open, you’ll let all the cold out.” But it came out automatically, in a distracted way; she seemed not to be pleased at all.
Mike rolled his eyes. “Ma, please. I’m a grown a-“
“Boy, don’t finish that statement if you want to walk out of this kitchen without help. Well. Let me find Bill. We need to talk about this situation.”
She got up and left the room and Mike waited a bit before saying, ”Ass. I’m a grown ass man.”
Pete burst into laughter, and Clark and Lex grinned at each other. Lex got up and quickly buried the cookie he’d been nibbling on deep in the garbage and let out a little sigh of relief. He came around the table and leaned his elbows on the back of the chair Clark was sitting in, and it made Clark vibrate with happiness. He sighed deep in his chest. Lex was slowly treating him the way he used to, the free and easy way they used to have…
Pete was questioning Mike; Clark caught him asking, “Why doesn’t Mom like Sheryl? What’s wrong with her? She seemed okay the times I saw her. She’s built like whoa, anyway.” Pete laughed.
Mike got up and went to the window over the sink, pushed away the curtains and looked out to make sure Abigail was in the back yard at the garage talking to Bill. She was back there, and Clark could see her waving her arms wildly and it looked as though Mr. Ross was leaning back a bit. Mike turned to the boys and said, “Ma thinks she’s a stuck-up booshie bitch.” He grinned and grabbed an apple out of the bowl on the counter and bit down with a satisfied crunch, enjoying the reaction of the shocked boys.
Whit yelped, “She said that?” echoed by Pete yelling “No way Mom said bitch!”
Mike nodded, his eyes sparkling with laughter.
Lex whistled. “She really doesn’t like her! Did she say that to Sam?”
Whit whirled around, and gaped at Mike. “She didn’t!” At Mike’s affirmative nod, another rush of comments rang out, and then silence.
Mike looked like he’d swallowed his apple whole and Clark could feel icy waves at his back.
They were screwed.
“If you people don’t have anything better to do then gossip, I’m sure we can find something for you. Bill?”
“You heard your mother. Go find something to do. Grown folks need to talk here.” The boys, with the exception of Mike leaped to their feet to dash out, Bill looking at them with a sympathetic wince over Abbie’s head.
She barely even looked at Mike before she sat down at the big oak farmhouse table, “We said grown up talk, boy.”
Mike leapt up and joined the exodus to the back yard and the basketball hoop. He cast a dark look at his father and Bill just shrugged and did his best to look innocent.
The boys tossed the ball around a bit, but no one was really very interested in playing ball in the stifling heat, and eventually they ended up around the bench.
Pete asked his brother again about Sam and his fiancé, but Mike silenced him.
“Look, Sam’s coming out to talk to the folks tomorrow, and Matt’s gonna be here tonight and Kat’s coming home too, and we’ll all talk to Ma and get it sorted. Sam says he doesn’t want to start out married life without Ma’s blessing. You know, he’s all Rodney King with this.”
Pete persisted, and asked Mike what he thought of Sheryl. Mike looked at Whit’s pained expression and said thoughtfully, “I think she’s a bitch. I think she’s looking for a good catch. Dad’s a lawyer, Ma’s a judge and Sam’s an up and coming advertising some day -soon- to- be- exec.”
He paused, went on, “And he’s light. That still matters to some people.” And he said it like a curse.
He stood and headed back towards the house. “You boys behave your selves. I’m going back in with the grown folks.”
Pete snorted quietly and whispered, “ If Abigail will let him….”
They snickered together a bit over that and then Whit stood and yawned. “I’m a little tired. It must be the heat, think I’ll go inside, grab a nap.”
Lex and Clark stood, and Lex started to ask if he could use the phone to call for a ride, and Whit interrupted him. “You walking Clark back to his house? Or what?” he said in an off-hand manner, and Lex looked in Clarks direction, back at Whit and smiled and Whit nodded.
“Right. See you guys tomorrow, than?” And that was that, they went their separate ways.
TBC I love you, cupcakes.
The Previous Parts are here, and they wanna know if they can keep the porn they found stashed in your dad's closet?
Summer Story
AUGUST
It was nearing the end of the summer and with a few days remaining before school started again they were trying to be especially lazy…with the exception of Lex who had a pile of printouts, brochures and letters from different colleges spread out on the floor of the Ross’ TV room.
Mrs. Ross came into the room and asked sweetly,” Lex, hon, what are you doing, what’s that you have there,” and her voice rose sharply on the last few words and she fixed the other boys with a steely glare.
“It looks to me like college information, is that what it is, sweetie?” She continued and stared even harder and Clark ducked slightly, not entirely sure that Mrs. Ross couldn’t shoot flame from her eyes too.
Her dark brown eyes snapped as she stared at her son, who in turn looked at Lex like he could cheerfully kick his ass down the drive, and when Abigail turned away, mouthed, “Dead man sitting.” at Lex. He grinned back and then Mrs. Ross turned to him and said, “Lex, honey why don’t you bring that in the kitchen with you…I just made some cookies and we can have those with some milk, look at your brochures—does that sound good to you?” She beamed at him with the air of having presented him a great gift, and he smiled at her weakly.
“Oh, gosh, Mrs. Ross, that sounds… great.” He gathered up his material without looking at the other boys, who were struggling not to laugh, faces red and eyes desperate over tightly clenched lips. Lex left the room, subtly rubbing the back of his head with middle finger extended.
Pete was the first to crack, laughing hard as he fell against Whit, who grinned from ear to ear at Clark, who was snickering quietly because Mrs. Ross was not going to hear Clark laughing if he could help it.
Thank god he wasn’t offered cookies too…poor Lex.
There was a loud bang at the front door and a voice called out,” Ma!” and thumps vibrated in the foyer as bags hit the floor.
“Oh, cool, Bruh’s home,” Pete exclaimed in surprise. He jumped up and ran for the door.
Whit looked up sharply, also surprised.
“Sam’s home?” Sam was coming home and didn’t tell him? He usually called to let everyone know he was coming.
“Uh-uhn, that’s Mike. He hasn’t been home in forever!” Pete dashed out the room and when Whit heard the voice again he realized yes, it was Mike, the two sounded so similar that it was easy to make a mistake.
Clark stood. “I guess I should head home so everyone can get re-acquainted. It’s been a long time since Mike’s been home.”
Whit got up to walk Clark to the front door and Pete called them into the kitchen.
“Whit, you’re not going to believe this,” Pete crowed. “Sam’s getting married!”
Whit looked ill for a second before he managed to squeak out, “Great! That’s …just great.”
Mrs. Ross batted at Pete’s arm.
“Pete! That’s no way to deliver news.” She held the phone in her hand, looking at it like it was a snake, and sighed. “I never would have believed you Mike, unless I heard from this fool himself.”
Mike shrugged and went rummaging about in the refrigerator for soda.
“Mike, don’t leave the fridge open, you’ll let all the cold out.” But it came out automatically, in a distracted way; she seemed not to be pleased at all.
Mike rolled his eyes. “Ma, please. I’m a grown a-“
“Boy, don’t finish that statement if you want to walk out of this kitchen without help. Well. Let me find Bill. We need to talk about this situation.”
She got up and left the room and Mike waited a bit before saying, ”Ass. I’m a grown ass man.”
Pete burst into laughter, and Clark and Lex grinned at each other. Lex got up and quickly buried the cookie he’d been nibbling on deep in the garbage and let out a little sigh of relief. He came around the table and leaned his elbows on the back of the chair Clark was sitting in, and it made Clark vibrate with happiness. He sighed deep in his chest. Lex was slowly treating him the way he used to, the free and easy way they used to have…
Pete was questioning Mike; Clark caught him asking, “Why doesn’t Mom like Sheryl? What’s wrong with her? She seemed okay the times I saw her. She’s built like whoa, anyway.” Pete laughed.
Mike got up and went to the window over the sink, pushed away the curtains and looked out to make sure Abigail was in the back yard at the garage talking to Bill. She was back there, and Clark could see her waving her arms wildly and it looked as though Mr. Ross was leaning back a bit. Mike turned to the boys and said, “Ma thinks she’s a stuck-up booshie bitch.” He grinned and grabbed an apple out of the bowl on the counter and bit down with a satisfied crunch, enjoying the reaction of the shocked boys.
Whit yelped, “She said that?” echoed by Pete yelling “No way Mom said bitch!”
Mike nodded, his eyes sparkling with laughter.
Lex whistled. “She really doesn’t like her! Did she say that to Sam?”
Whit whirled around, and gaped at Mike. “She didn’t!” At Mike’s affirmative nod, another rush of comments rang out, and then silence.
Mike looked like he’d swallowed his apple whole and Clark could feel icy waves at his back.
They were screwed.
“If you people don’t have anything better to do then gossip, I’m sure we can find something for you. Bill?”
“You heard your mother. Go find something to do. Grown folks need to talk here.” The boys, with the exception of Mike leaped to their feet to dash out, Bill looking at them with a sympathetic wince over Abbie’s head.
She barely even looked at Mike before she sat down at the big oak farmhouse table, “We said grown up talk, boy.”
Mike leapt up and joined the exodus to the back yard and the basketball hoop. He cast a dark look at his father and Bill just shrugged and did his best to look innocent.
The boys tossed the ball around a bit, but no one was really very interested in playing ball in the stifling heat, and eventually they ended up around the bench.
Pete asked his brother again about Sam and his fiancé, but Mike silenced him.
“Look, Sam’s coming out to talk to the folks tomorrow, and Matt’s gonna be here tonight and Kat’s coming home too, and we’ll all talk to Ma and get it sorted. Sam says he doesn’t want to start out married life without Ma’s blessing. You know, he’s all Rodney King with this.”
Pete persisted, and asked Mike what he thought of Sheryl. Mike looked at Whit’s pained expression and said thoughtfully, “I think she’s a bitch. I think she’s looking for a good catch. Dad’s a lawyer, Ma’s a judge and Sam’s an up and coming advertising some day -soon- to- be- exec.”
He paused, went on, “And he’s light. That still matters to some people.” And he said it like a curse.
He stood and headed back towards the house. “You boys behave your selves. I’m going back in with the grown folks.”
Pete snorted quietly and whispered, “ If Abigail will let him….”
They snickered together a bit over that and then Whit stood and yawned. “I’m a little tired. It must be the heat, think I’ll go inside, grab a nap.”
Lex and Clark stood, and Lex started to ask if he could use the phone to call for a ride, and Whit interrupted him. “You walking Clark back to his house? Or what?” he said in an off-hand manner, and Lex looked in Clarks direction, back at Whit and smiled and Whit nodded.
“Right. See you guys tomorrow, than?” And that was that, they went their separate ways.
TBC I love you, cupcakes.
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huh?
11/14/04 08:55 am (UTC)Re: huh?
11/14/04 04:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/14/04 09:50 am (UTC)I love Whit's not-so-subtle plotting for the CLex here, he's quite the matchmaker when he isn't having sex with everybody.
Mooooorrrreeeee???
*bats eyelashes*
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11/14/04 04:45 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/14/04 10:19 am (UTC)I love Whit!
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11/14/04 04:47 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/14/04 07:47 pm (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=circleofthebald
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11/14/04 01:08 pm (UTC)Oh Lordy! I'm so rooting for this little boy!
What the heck are the Rosses gonna do about Sheryl? Even if she were't a bitch, the way they are looking at Whit shows they know how he feels about Sam and they have some plan? What the heck can they do?? Argh! Sam!! (*girly sigh*)
And here even in the midst of his shock, here he is setting up Lex and Clark. Heh. So cute!! *cuddles Whit*
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11/14/04 04:49 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/14/04 05:10 pm (UTC)Ah, ah!!
*sniffle*
You are so MEAN.
*pets the bois*
*hugs you*
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11/14/04 11:26 pm (UTC)(no subject)
11/14/04 11:31 pm (UTC)I luurve you!!
*hugs some more*
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11/15/04 07:15 am (UTC)And I'm joining Sam's adoring legions. Can Sam have his own story? *bats eyes*
I'm definitely stalking you to keep up on this!
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11/15/04 01:30 pm (UTC)And as for Sam having his own story-- wow. I *like* that idea.
Please stalk away, I intend to return the favor, oh yes!
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11/16/04 10:09 pm (UTC)