"Frank, honey, why don't you sit down." Rose Furter said, her voice and smile sickly sweet. Frank, her son, frowned. Slowly, he sat down on the arm chair across from the couch where his parents were sitting. His mother looked a little nervous, his father irritated.
"Whats the matter, dad? Been forced to come away from your precious work for one minute?" Frank sneered.
"Less of the cheek, boy. Its because of my precious work that you have this damn roof over your head!" Ed Furter barked.
His wife placed a hand on his arm, "Lets not argue right now, darling. This is important." She turned back to her son, and took a deep breath. "Frankie, you're seventeen now, and the summer is coming up. Your father and I wouldn't want you to waste it." She began carefully.
"I won't be wasting it. I'll be with the guys, at Ste's lake house, for most of it. I already told you this last week." Frank replied, folding his arms in annoyance.
"Yes, I do understand that you had plans, but we'd like you to do something more fulfilling with your time..." Rose took another, deeper, breath. "Which is why we've found you a job." She smiled, as if the expression would make her words sound more appealing.
Frank instantly jumped up onto his feet. "You what? You did what?" He yelled.
"Don't yell at your mother! Sit the hell back down." Ed growled.
"Well you can just go right ahead and resign me, because I don't want a job." Frank said.
This time, his father jumped up to. "You'll take this job, and you'll attend work every day, because its about time you pulled your weight. Your mother and I are sick of handing everything to you on a plate. You can learn the meaning of money, then maybe you'll stop being the spoilt little bastard you always have been!" He spat.
"Edward!" Rose cried, horrified at her husbands use of language.
"I hate you both." Frank screamed, glaring at his parents before running up the stairs to his room.
Regardless that he was seventeen years of age, Frank still threw terrific tantrums. The bottom part of the walls in his bedroom were full of holes and marks, after the amount of times he had smashed into them with his foot.
How dare they, Frank seethed, How dare they ruin his plans like that! They hadn't even consulted him. They'd just gone ahead and done it. They were so selfish. They never thought of him, or what he wanted.
After his little fit, Frank flopped down onto his bed, sulking. Downstairs, he could hear his parents having a quiet argument. Quietly, Frank climbed off the bed and lay flat on the floor, his ear against the wood. He could now hear his parent's, slightly muffled, debate.
"Maybe we shouldn't have done this." His mother was fretting.
"Oh, come off it, Rose! The boy is spoilt. He has never once done anything that involved hard work. This job is exactly what he needs." His father protested.
"Yes, I know, but oh it breaks my heart to see him upset! And we really shouldn't force him to do something he doesn't want to..." Rose went on.
"Every other teenager in this word does what their parents tell them. Why should he be an exception? We're far too lenient." Ed snapped.
"Well, he can give it a go, and if it really doesn't agree with him he can quit." Rose suggested.
Frank heard his father roar in frustration. "I give up on you, woman! I'm going back to my study, do whatever the hell you want." He said, slamming his way out of the room.
Frank grinned, sitting back up. All he had to do was go for one day. Obviously, he'd hate it. So he could just come home, and spin off some story of how terrible the place was. And he'd never have to go again. It was alright if he missed one day at the lake, he could always just go down a day later.
No big deal.
