Heeey. Another Wild Kratts/Kratt brothers fanfiction. My mind has been full of ideas for them lately, I guess. I thought it would be fun to write as story with them as kids this time. Chris is 4 in this and Martin is 8. Hope you like it!
"Martin, why can't I come?" Chris asked.
"I told you. Dad's taking me to the park so I can do a school project. You're too young."
"That doesn't mean I should have to stay home," Chris complained. I groaned.
"You have Susan, Christine, and Heidi to play with." I sometimes liked being the oldest. This wasn't one of those times. Mom and dad said that Chris wanted to be with me all the time because he liked having a big brother to look up to. I sort of believed that. But sometimes I thought Chris did things like this just to annoy me.
"Oh, I don't think there's any harm in Chris tagging along," mom said.
"What do ya say, sport? You up for one more on our trip?" dad asked. I figured at this point I didn't have any choice.
"Okay, fine," I said.
"Atta boy," dad said. "Let's get our helmets and pedal out of here."
At the park, dad gave me the jar I needed for my project and then sat on the bench to talk to some other parents and kept an eye out on us. Chris sat on another bench about 5 feet away.
"What kind of project are you working on anyway?" Chris asked.
"I have to collect some bugs and observe them."
"Oh, cool! Can I help?"
"No, but can you watch over the bugs and keep them safe for me?" I said placing the jar beside him. Chris nodded excitedly.
I only needed to collect one more bug for my project. All of the sudden, I heard something shatter. I looked towards where Chris was keeping the jar. He had a scared look on his face and the glass was shattered all around him.
"I… I just wanted to get a closer look," Chris said starting to cry.
"Didn't I ask you to keep the bugs safe?! I asked you to do ONE thing and you can't even do that?!" I shouted. Chris continued to cry. Dad noticed the commotion.
"Woah, woah. What's wrong here?"
"Chris dropped the jar and let my bugs go!" I yelled.
"I… I didn't mean it! I just wanted to pick up the jar and look at the bugs!" Chris wailed.
"Did Martin say you could pick up the jar?" dad asked. Chris shook his head. "Chris, you know that you shouldn't touch other people's things without permission," dad said.
"I… I'm sorry," Chris said.
"Martin, do you accept Chris's apology?" dad asked. I nodded, though I didn't really accept Chris's apology. I just did it to make dad happy.
"There. Now, let's put on our helmets and go home. Martin, I'll take you to do your project tomorrow," dad said.
I sped ahead as quickly as I could. I didn't understand how dad thought a stupid apology would make everything okay. I worked hard to collect those bugs and Chris just had to go and ruin it.
"Hang on, Martin," Dad said behind me trying to keep an eye on both of us. "Chris can't go that fast." I ignored him. I didn't care. I turned the last corner until we got to our house. After a few seconds, I heard a bang and then a cry. I braked hard and looked back. Chris had crashed. I biked back to the scene. Dad had already gotten to Chris.
"It's okay Chris. I'm here," dad said with Chris in his arms.
"I… I'm here, too. I'm so sorry. I… shouldn't have gone that fast." When I said that, Chris calmed down a bit. After a few moments, dad helped Chris up.
"Just some scrapes and bruises," dad observed. "Nothing we can't fix at home." We took our bikes and walked the rest of the way home. I looked at Chris. How could I have been so stupid? Chris got hurt. Because of me.
At home, dad ordered me to tell mom what happened while she took care of Chris. I told her.
"Well, what did you two learn today?"
"Not to touch other people's things without asking," Chris said quietly.
"And you, Martin?"
"To be a responsible big brother. Even when I'm angry."
"Good. I don't think we need to discuss this anymore. Chris, you're all fixed up. You both can go to your room until dinner's ready," mom said.
Chris and I walked to our room and sat across each other on our beds.
"I… I really am sorry that I went so fast," I said again.
"It's okay. I'm sorry I ruined your project," he responded.
"Well, there are other bugs in the world," I said with a shrug. "And plenty of other creatures out there to discover."
"And we'll discover them together. Right, Martin?"
"You bet, bro," I said with a smile. I then got an idea. I walked to our bookshelf and got out The Diary of a Fly. "Want me to read to you?" Chris nodded happily. I went to sit next to him. "The Diary of a Fly," I started. "June 6th. Tomorrow is the first day of school. I'm so nervous…"
