Everyday... I wonder... about...
Mom was late and George was on a business trip, dinner wasn't even close to being ready in fact no one had even thought about dinner till a commercial came on, "Kentucky Fried Chicken, finger licking good."
"Speaking of food." Derek closed the bottom of 'his' lazy boy, "Why aren't you making any?"
"If that question was directed to me" I looked up from my magazine, "Then I think you are being sexist and I think you should make dinner." I looked back down to read an article on clearer skin.
"Tom Cruise can wait, now make some food!" Marti cried from the top of the stairs fully equipped in a work suit from her dress up station.
"Derek's making dinner tonight, Marti." Lizzie grinned.
"Fine." Derek grabbed the remote and walked into the kitchen.
"Derek, remote." Edwin followed him into the kitchen.
"How about no and you help with dinner." Derek said.
"No I won't help you this is your thing and you can do it yourself." Edwin snatched the remote and stomped into the living room.
"What?" Derek stood in the kitchen looking at his empty hand, "Edwin get back here now." Derek chased after him. Edwin ran up the stairs and so did Derek. We all heard a door slam and then Derek pounding on it.
"I guess I'll order a pizza." I sighed reaching for the phone without moving my eyes.
After I had ordered, Derek and Edwin came downstairs, Derek triumphantly holding the remote above his head.
"Heard 'bout the pizza, cool." Edwin flopped onto the couch next to Lizzie.
"Oh yeah whatever." I had just found out that only 52.6 of Americans washed there face (out of… girls) 'Ewww…' I thought.
The rest of the night we ate pizza and watched TV. My mom called and said traffic was heavy on the highway and she suspected another hour of fighting it.
Marti was asleep on the couch and so was Lizzie. Edwin and I lifted Lizzie up to her room while Derek flung Marti into his arms.
After Edwin had been up in his room Derek went back downstairs and I followed.
"Thanks for taking care of dinner… again." He said looking at the floor.
"No problem." I walked toward the kitchen to try and defeat the monstrous pile of dishes left over.
"Let me help tonight." Derek came into the kitchen and grinned.
"You don't have to." I said picking up a plate full of pizza toppings.
"I'll dry." He picked up a damp towel and dried a dirty fork.
"Nice one…" I said laughing I pointed and his eyes followed.
We both roared in laughter.
I started to scrub the plate and he poured the soap into the clear water. A little too much soap. The bubbles grew and there was no way to get rid of them, other than for throwing them at each other, we played like that for five minutes then cleaned dishes. The pattern continued for a twenty minutes.
After our little chore was done we flopped onto the sofa. Derek flipped through channels while I flipped through pages.
"You know Case, I really had a lot of fun tonight" Derek looked at me and when our eyes met… there was a magnetic force that forced me to look back into his brown eyes.
"Me too." I sighed releasing our stare, "I think I should go and do my Math. 'Night."
I picked up my magazine and fled up the stairs.