Fine, I'll stop being a fairy
By: MysticFantasy
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Disclaimer: (I own no part of this movie or the characters in it.)
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Jack checked on the lunch he was making when he heard a buzz come from the laundry room. He covered one of the pots with a lid before heading into the laundry to take the clothes from the washer and place them in the dryer.
"You are such a fairy Jack."
Jack sighed annoyingly when he heard his older brother.
"Hey, if I don't do this no one will. I know you won't." Jack replied placing a dryer sheet in the dryer before turning the machine on.
"Of course I won't. I'm not a fairy." Bobby declared as Jack went back to check on the food. "You should learn a thing or two from me Jackie and be a man. A real man."
"Learn from you? I'll end up in jail." Jack remarked.
"Least you won't be a fairy."
"Keep pushing it Bobby."
"Or what? You'll get revenge? Shower me with fairy dust?"
Jack glared at his brother's huge grin. Bobby left the kitchen with a chuckle and went into the living room.
The youngest brother went back to the food he was cooking and when he was done, a sudden idea came to mind that made him grin evilly.
Bobby wanted him to learn?
Fine.
Tomorrow, the learning begins.
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Bobby stretched with a big yawn as he walked downstairs and suddenly became wide awake when he noticed that the scent of breakfast cooking wasn't in the air.
He walked into the kitchen and saw that it was empty. Jack wasn't to be seen.
Confused, Bobby walked back upstairs and went into Jack's room to see that his baby brother was still asleep.
"Hey Jack, wake up." Bobby said.
Jack stirred and looked up at Bobby. After seeing who it was he flopped back down on his pillow.
"Hey, how come you're not cookin' today? Feeling sick?"
"I'm taking your advise." Jack answered groggily.
"What advise?" Bobby asked confused.
"I've decided to stop being a fairy." Jack muttered. "That means no more cooking or anything. Real men don't cook and clean."
Bobby was a little surprised that Jack was actually listening to something he said.
"Alright, so what do we do about breakfast?" he asked only to hear Jack had fallen asleep again by his light snores.
Bobby left his brother's room and walked back downstairs. He felt his stomach rumble from hunger and went into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and frowned when he saw things that could only be cooked.
With Jack still asleep and basically going on strike, Bobby knew he couldn't count on himself to make anything that he wouldn't see again later in the bathroom.
"Guess it's to the store for sandwhiches." Bobby muttered to himself as he grabbed his jacket and car keys.
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Jack walked downstairs and went into the kitchen to see Bobby making a sandwhich.
"You actually went to the store to buy food?" he asked with a grin.
"Real men don't cook Jackie and all we have is stuff you need the stove for. Seeing as how you're on strike I had no choice." Bobby answered.
"It's not a strike. I'm just listening to my big brother." Jack replied still grining as he started to make himself a sandwhich.
"Whatever. Hey, where's my jersey?"
"Probably still in the dirty laundry." Jack answered.
"I thought you did the laundry yesterday?"
"I only did half of it. That was about the time you gave me your advise and I decided to follow it." Jack replied. "You can try to wash it but I doubt you remember how to do it."
"Fairy." Bobby muttered heading into the laundry room.
"Says the guy who's now doing the laundry." Jack replied walking away.
"The one time he takes my advise and I say it before he can wash my jersey." Bobby muttered to himself and looked at the washer nervously. He knew he was taking a risk but he needed his lucky jersey ready in time for the hockey game at three.
"This thing better be lucky for me in other ways besides the game." Bobby said as he grabbed the laundry detergent.
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"What the hell happened to your jersey?" Jerry exclaimed.
"Jackie here went on strike." Bobby answered.
"I did not!"
"Well somethin' happened." Jerry said picking up Bobby's now faded and slightly tattered jersey from the coffee table.
"Bobby tried to wash it himself because I decided to take his advise." Jack said laying lazily on the couch.
"What advise was that?"
"That he not be a fairy anymore." Bobby answered. "He finally listens and look what happens. My lucky jersey's f***ed up and he won't fix it."
"Real men don't sew or mend." Jack stated matter-of-factly.
"Can't say I didn't see something like this happening one day." Jerry said taking the last available armchair. "You finally got on his last nerve Bobby."
"Have not. He's just being a little brat."
"Hey, you're the one who said I should learn something from you. And I gotta admit, lying around doing nothing all day feels nice."
"Lazy a**." Bobby muttered.
"Wow. You called him a new name." Jerry said with a grin.
"I'm wearing that jersey." Jack said grabbing the tattered jersey. "It's bringing me luck."
"Not a chance." Bobby declared grabbing his jersey. "This is my favorite jersey. Even if it is ruined. It can still bring me some luck."
A sudden cheering came from the TV. Bobby's team had lost.
"Here. My luck is gone." Bobby said chucking the jersey to Jack and then leaving the room.
"You really go on strike?" Jerry asked.
"Hey, he wants me to learn." Jack answered. "I'm learning that he's suffering without me cooking and fixing things for him."
"You're an evil little brat, you know that?" Jerry asked with a grin.
"Hey, every brother has his duties. It's my job as the youngest to be the brattiest." Jack answered with a grin matching his second brother's.
"Well, you're doin' a good job Jackie." Jerry said.
"Thank you."