AN: for any of you who have read my other story Foundling United, I am really sorry I haven't updated. Still no muse, unfortunately. I have recently become obsessed with glee, so and this idea wouldn't leave my head. I saw this commercial about a mother, her son and a little sister who go into the garage and find the boys old bike. Then after a little the mother whispers to the boy to give the bike to his sister. I thought it was so cute, so please give it a go!
Carole, her son Finn, and her daughter Genevieve, walked outside. Finn ran ahead and opened up the garage door and dragged his little sister inside. Gwen (AN: that's Genevieve's nickname) walked over to a dusty cardboard box and pulled out a pair of nerdy glasses.
"That was your old bike! I didn't know we kept that!" Carole exclaimed as Finn pulled out an old tricycle. Carole helped Finn walk the bike outside, with Gwen running after them, giggling.
"Mama, look at my glasses!" Gwen laughed as Carole picked her up and swung her around. "You look gorgeous, darling," she had sighed. Finn was pedaling up and down the street, happy with his new toy.
"Finn, come back for a second!" Carole called, an idea slowly growing in her mind. Finn groaned, and the bike around. He biked up the slight hill of the drive-way, and onto the front lawn. "What, mama?"
Carole bent down to whisper into his ear, "Why don't you give your old tricycle to Genevieve? You had to have been about her age when you used it!"
He dragged the bike over to wear Gwen had been sitting, under a tree playing with her dolls. "Here, Gwen, why don't you use the tricycle? It fits you better than me," Finn told her, sounding resentful of his little sister.
"You mean it, Finnie? You swear?" Genevieve leaped up and onto the bike. "You're the bestest, Finnie!" She leaned over and planted a sloppy kiss on his cheek.
Finn leaned away, "Don't call me Finnie!" But secretly, he was happy he could make Genevieve this happy.
9 YEARS LATER
Carole smiles as she watches her 17 year old son, Finn, playing with her 15 year old daughter, Gwen. Ever since that day, which had to have been almost 10 years ago, Finn and Genevieve had been close. It was almost like Finn was her father, that's how protective he was of her.
She watches as Finn leans over and gives his little sister a hug, both of them toppling over. They look so much alike, Carole thinks. Both with light brown hair and big chocolate brown eyes, they were almost identical. And maybe that was part of the reason they were so close? They did always know what the other was thinking and feeling. Maybe they are one soul in two bodies.
AN: I know it was a beastly ending, but I just had too. :-) thanks for reading this horrid story!