Hey! Glad you clicked this link! Hopefully you won't be dissapointed. These are a series of snippets from Billy's life. I plan to post them in sets of two, and while they may not always be in chronological order and may contain unfamiliar characters, I will be sure to introduce them at the beginning, i.e. here. ANYWAY, I don't own Twilight or Billy or most of his family, but you sould enjoy this anyway.
Billy Black Makes Lunch
I went into the kitchen. HA! I avoided using the word "walked" and didn't have to say "rolled." ANYWAY, I WENT into the kitchen, hoping for some lunch, only the see Rachel fervently searching the pantry. "What's for lunch?" I asked.
She stared me down. "Nothing Dad, there is NOTHING for lunch because YOUR son and…Paul…ate everything. I'm going to the grocery store," she huffed, grabbing the keys and going out to the car.
I WENT over to the pantry and looked myself. There were a few odds and ends, but nothing in particular, so I WENT over to my secret hiding spot and grabbed my box of Raisin Bran Crunch, then I WENT over to the refrigerator and found that there was just enough milk left for me. Good. I took some, WENT over to the table, and poured myself a bowl of cereal. I was finished long before Rachel got home with the groceries.
"I'm back," she said, Jacob and Paul following, each with seven bags of groceries on each arm. "Do you still want lunch Dad?"
"No," I said as I WENT away. Problem solved. Once again, Billy Black saves the day.
Billy Black Helps Babysit
I checked Rachel's note again. "IT'S TIME FOR LOLA'S NAP!" I shouted down the hall.
"Okay," Jake said, coming in with Lola on his shoulders.
"Are you ready for your nap?" he asked.
"No!" she said.
"What? But it's nap time!" he gasped acting dramatic.
"No!" she repeated.
"Mommy says," he argued.
"No!" she giggled.
"You have to, there's not a choice."
"No!"
"I'll take a nap with you, doesn't that sound fun? Here, let's go to sleep now," Jacob faked sleeping. He looked like a narcoleptic.
"No!"
"It's naptime, now," Jacob said more firmly.
"NO!" Lola shouted.
"Too bad, we're going to take a nap now, does it say for her to nap in the play pen?"
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!" Lola screeched.
"No," I said, "but it does say that the only word she's learned so far is no and that her resistance means nothing." I took a cookie out of the cookie jar.
"Do you want this cookie, Lola?" I asked.
"No!" she said, reaching out for it wildly. Problem solved. Once again, Billy Black saves the day.
Hopefully it was easy enough to figure out that Lola is Rachel and Paul's young (obviously) daughter. I will be basing when I post the next chapter based on how many .alerts I get and on how much my cousin bugs me to post, so if you liked this either pray my cousin nags me to death, or .alert/or some other response that shows you did more than click on the link out of curiousity then decided never to come back to this story again. Lots of thanks to Shelby (my cousin) for inspiring this series and making me post it, and to you, the readers, for reading it.
Hufflepuffbrunette :)
