Okay..this is a flash-back fic..I stopped my other one because I'm having
writer's block with it..anyway..hope you enjoy it..it was inspired by
Bart's and Ralph's play date on The Simpsons..let me get started...
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the BWOC characters, insert legal mumbo jumbo here, yadda yadda yadda, and so on and so forth..
Merton rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "I wonder what Mommy made for breakfast," he thought. He sat up and looked around the peach colored room. It was flooded with sunlight, which made it look even more girly. Merton glanced across the room, and noticed his little sister's bed was empty. He sighed, while mumbling "Six-year olds.." Merton pulled his feet over the side of the bed and got up, then he walked downstairs to breakfast.
"Good morning, sweet heart." Mrs. Dingle greeted her son as he plopped down in his usual chair at the kitchen table.
"G'morning Mommy" Merton said sweetly, putting on his cutest grin. "Whatcha make for breakfast?"
"Oatmeal" his mother said simply.
"Ugh..oatmeal..only old people with no teeth eat oatmeal" Merton told his mother with a slight wine in his voice.
"Well just because old people eat oatmeal, doesn't mean nine-year olds can eat it." his mother said with a smile on her face.
"I'm eating MY oatmeal, Mommy" Becky chimed in, hoping for praise from her mother.
Merton mimicked Becky's voice with a high, shrill monotone "I'm eating MY oatmeal, Mommy", then he made a face at Becky
"Mommy, he's making fun of me!" Becky screeched, while she glared at Merton across the table.
"Merton, don't make fun of your sister." his mother said coolly while turning back to the pot of oatmeal "And stop glaring at your brother, Becky"
Becky pouted and tugged on her pigtails in disappointment, and Merton got an evil glint in his cerulean blue eyes.
"Stop looking at me like that, Merton" Becky whined as her brother gave her a maniacal look.
"Looking at you like what, darling sis?" Merton smiled slyly and continued his insane stare.
"You're crazy!" Becky retorted at him, her face turning pink, while her cheeks puffed up in rage.
"Well at least I don't have goofy pigtails" Merton snapped back at her.
"Well at least I don't have a big pointy nose!" Becky told him angrily.
"Well at least I have cooler toys than you" Merton said while relaxing, waiting for a response from his oh-so-jealous sister of all of his toys.
"Well...um..umm..well at least I have friends to share my toys with!" Becky said triumphantly.
Merton felt hurt by those final words. They stung him deep in his heart, because he knew how true they were. Why didn't he have friends he always asked himself. All the kids at school had at least one friend, but Merton, Merton was always alone. Ever since he and Vince went their seperate ways, Merton didn't have anyone to play with, except Becky, but she was never fun to play with for more than five minutes. Merton felt the warm, familiar tears welding in his eyes, but his mother saved him from that agony.
"Becky, why don't you finish up your oatmeal and go play up in your room?" Mrs. Dingle suggested as she saw the pain on her little son's face.
"But I don't wanna, Mommy" Becky said, but saw the stern look on her mother's face, sighs, and leaves the table. Mrs. Dingle walks over to Merton and holds him in a warm hug.
"Merton, why don't you go play ping pong, or feed your hamster down in the basement?" his mother suggested gently, while petting his soft black hair nuturingly.
"Why don't I have any friends, Mom? How come no one likes me?" Merton whimpered, then he snuggled his face into his mother's warm sweater.
"Don't worry, Merton, I met a nice woman yesterday at parent teacher night and I think she might set up a play-date for you and her little boy"
Merton's heart lifted about maybe making a friend, but the thought of it being called a play-date scared him a little. What kind of kid his age went on play-dates? "Thank, Mom. This'll be the first day of the rest of my life!" Merton said dramatically, though it sounded muffled in her sweater. He gave his mother an extra hug, then he scurried downstairs to feed MC Hampster.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the BWOC characters, insert legal mumbo jumbo here, yadda yadda yadda, and so on and so forth..
Merton rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "I wonder what Mommy made for breakfast," he thought. He sat up and looked around the peach colored room. It was flooded with sunlight, which made it look even more girly. Merton glanced across the room, and noticed his little sister's bed was empty. He sighed, while mumbling "Six-year olds.." Merton pulled his feet over the side of the bed and got up, then he walked downstairs to breakfast.
"Good morning, sweet heart." Mrs. Dingle greeted her son as he plopped down in his usual chair at the kitchen table.
"G'morning Mommy" Merton said sweetly, putting on his cutest grin. "Whatcha make for breakfast?"
"Oatmeal" his mother said simply.
"Ugh..oatmeal..only old people with no teeth eat oatmeal" Merton told his mother with a slight wine in his voice.
"Well just because old people eat oatmeal, doesn't mean nine-year olds can eat it." his mother said with a smile on her face.
"I'm eating MY oatmeal, Mommy" Becky chimed in, hoping for praise from her mother.
Merton mimicked Becky's voice with a high, shrill monotone "I'm eating MY oatmeal, Mommy", then he made a face at Becky
"Mommy, he's making fun of me!" Becky screeched, while she glared at Merton across the table.
"Merton, don't make fun of your sister." his mother said coolly while turning back to the pot of oatmeal "And stop glaring at your brother, Becky"
Becky pouted and tugged on her pigtails in disappointment, and Merton got an evil glint in his cerulean blue eyes.
"Stop looking at me like that, Merton" Becky whined as her brother gave her a maniacal look.
"Looking at you like what, darling sis?" Merton smiled slyly and continued his insane stare.
"You're crazy!" Becky retorted at him, her face turning pink, while her cheeks puffed up in rage.
"Well at least I don't have goofy pigtails" Merton snapped back at her.
"Well at least I don't have a big pointy nose!" Becky told him angrily.
"Well at least I have cooler toys than you" Merton said while relaxing, waiting for a response from his oh-so-jealous sister of all of his toys.
"Well...um..umm..well at least I have friends to share my toys with!" Becky said triumphantly.
Merton felt hurt by those final words. They stung him deep in his heart, because he knew how true they were. Why didn't he have friends he always asked himself. All the kids at school had at least one friend, but Merton, Merton was always alone. Ever since he and Vince went their seperate ways, Merton didn't have anyone to play with, except Becky, but she was never fun to play with for more than five minutes. Merton felt the warm, familiar tears welding in his eyes, but his mother saved him from that agony.
"Becky, why don't you finish up your oatmeal and go play up in your room?" Mrs. Dingle suggested as she saw the pain on her little son's face.
"But I don't wanna, Mommy" Becky said, but saw the stern look on her mother's face, sighs, and leaves the table. Mrs. Dingle walks over to Merton and holds him in a warm hug.
"Merton, why don't you go play ping pong, or feed your hamster down in the basement?" his mother suggested gently, while petting his soft black hair nuturingly.
"Why don't I have any friends, Mom? How come no one likes me?" Merton whimpered, then he snuggled his face into his mother's warm sweater.
"Don't worry, Merton, I met a nice woman yesterday at parent teacher night and I think she might set up a play-date for you and her little boy"
Merton's heart lifted about maybe making a friend, but the thought of it being called a play-date scared him a little. What kind of kid his age went on play-dates? "Thank, Mom. This'll be the first day of the rest of my life!" Merton said dramatically, though it sounded muffled in her sweater. He gave his mother an extra hug, then he scurried downstairs to feed MC Hampster.