You Just Gotta Chill
Disclaimer: I don't own anything to Full House.
This is a sequel to my other story, "Boys, Please Don't Go", so please read that before reading this.
A/N: I'm writing this at 12 AM, please forgive me if I mess up.
And once again, please review!
It's officially been a week since the boys' death. Everyone in the house was still grieving, but attempted to stay happy;
A typical Saturday morning in the Tanner household,
"Mornin' Dad," Michelle greeted as she walked downstairs to the kitchen.
"Michelle," the 35 year old Danny started, as he placed a pop-tart onto a plate, "it's 6 AM, why are you up this early, sweetheart?"
The 9 year old shrugged as she grabbed a pop-tart. "I don't know, I guess I slept too early, I'm not one bit tired!"
Then a yawning Jesse Katsopolis walked into the kitchen. "Mornin' everybody."
Danny flashed a small grin, "Morning."
"Hi Uncle Jesse," Michelle said while chewing.
"I didn't get any sleep at all last night," Jesse sighed while rubbing his face.
"It's the 5th night in a row, you alright?" Danny asked, obviously concerned.
"No I'm not alright!" Jesse suddenly barked back.
"First my record company just happens to lay me off for some whack band, second, my only babies in the world are gone! Beck just can't stop obsessing over me, and..." he continued rambling.
Danny looked up from cleaning his dish.
"Whoa, hold up a second there Jess. What do you mean Becky won't stop obsessing over you?" he asked slowly.
Jesse stopped, realizing what he just said. "I mean, nothing, I just... I'm goin' crazy here," he responded, fake chuckling.
Danny gave him a stern look. "I'm serious Jesse. Something could be going wrong with Rebecca, you know ever since..."
But Jesse waved his hand, "Nah, it's nothing..."
Danny kept going. "You sure?"
Jesse shot him back a stern look. "Positive, Daniel."