This is my first foray into fanfic writing. I hope you enjoy it.
DISCLAIMER:
I own no characters or locations unless otherwise stated at the end of the chapter.
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"So Mom, remind me again, why am I going over to Gramps' house for the summer?"
Tyler's mom sighed as the car jounced over yet another pothole.
"Because, Tyler, your father and I are sick and tired of your bullshit and want to get rid of you forever, but unfortunately, Gramps will only take you for the summer." She smiled wryly. "But we still have high hopes for the gypsies to come and take you while you're here."
"Ah. Thanks."
Tyler stared out the window for a few moments.
"Hey, Mom?"
"Yes?"
"You have one heck of a weird sense of humor."
"Yeah? And?"
Tyler resumed staring out the window.
"So, just how far out here does Gramps live?"
"We're almost there."
"How close is almost there?"
"This close."
The car came to a stop in front of a driveway that twisted back into the trees.
"Well, go on."
"What?"
"You get to walk the rest of the way."
Tyler stared at his mom. "Mom. Seriously."
"You take all the fun out of everything."
She turned the car into the driveway and began to traverse to it's end. Soon, they pulled up in front of the house.
"Wow."
Tyler's mom turned towards him. "What?"
"I forgot how big Gramps' house was."
"It's three stories high with a two-level basement."
"Just how loaded is he again?
"Enough so that if we were in his will, and he happened to fall down a set of stairs while you were here, you would probably be arrested on suspicion."
"Well, there go my plans for being richer than Bill Gates."
"Yep. Now get out of my damn car."
Tyler grinned as he got out and popped the trunk for his bags.
"You know, normally when people go out of state, they bring suitcases."
Tyler smiled at the sound of his grandfather's voice.
"Yeah, well, I'm a Boy Scout. I have no suitcases."
"Well, that would explain the four extra-large internal frame backpacks."
"FOUR? Jesus Christ, Tyler! You're only going to be here two weeks!"
"Well, Mom, I had to bring stuff to keep me occupied! You know Gramps has no satellite TV!"
Gramps coughed. "Ah, well, that's not exactly true anymore."
Tyler froze, then slowly turned towards his grandfather.
"You... have... satellite?"
"Um, yes?"
"What brand?"
"DTV."
Tyler and his bags disappeared.
His mom looked around, bewildered.
"Where did he go?"
"You must have blinked and missed it." Gramps chuckled. "He's in the house."
"Hmph. And without even saying goodbye."
From inside the house, Tyler's voice floats out. "Bye, Mom!"
"You spoke too soon, eh, Susan?"
"Yeah, Dad. I seem to do that a lot."
"See you in two weeks."
Susan turned serious. "Make sure he doesn't die."
Gramps was just as serious. "I won't, Susan. You have my word."
Susan sighed. "That's almost what I'm afraid of. So when are planning on enlightening him to his heritage?"
"I will forbid him to go into the basement. We will see if he has the right stuff to do this first off."
"What is the right stuff, anyway? A complete disregard of rules?"
"No." Gramps turned to walk back into the house. "A willingness to do what is necessary."
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This story is planned to last a long, long time. I have a lot of stuff planned for this story. I will reveal more next chapter. Soon you will realize why it's in this category.