All you confuzzled people out there, don't be. I just felt like taking a short (SHORT) break from "The Way I Loved You". BTW, Heart of Sicily is on HIATUS for a little while while I finish this story and WILY (Another BTW, Heart of Sicily is HOS and The Way I loved you is WILY). This EVENT (not giving it away though its really obvious) happened a while ago and its anniversary was a while ago, but I wanted to write this cliche story so deal with it.
IT'S SO COLD IN CALIFORNIA! NO, CALI IS NOT ALL WARM AND SUNSHINEY!
Mrs. Kirkland was humming cheerfully as she chopped potatoes for dinner. Her husband, Arthur Kirkland, was coming home later tonight from his business trip in New York. She was going to surprise him with a wonderful dinner of steak and mashed potatoes. When the boys got home from soccer practice, they could help her mash potatoes. She glanced at the clock. Matthew and Alfred should be on their way home now.
Suddenly, the little black phone rang. Mrs. Kirkland carefully set down her knife, she didn't want her younger son to get hurt, and picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Good evening. May I speak to Mrs. Alice Kirkland?" said a very official- sounding voice.
"This is her speaking. How may I help you?"
"I'm so very sorry Mrs. Kirkland. But I have to inform you that-"
When she heard the news, the phone dropped from her hand, and Alice Kirkland screamed at the top of her lungs.
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"Al! Be careful! You're gonna slip!" Matthew worriedly watched his younger brother, Alfred, run around in the puddles. "Don't forget we have a soccer game on September 13th! That's in two days! If you get hurt, you can't play."
"It's okay Matt! I'll be fine!" Alfred ran ahead, making fallen leaves fly into the air. He turned and shouted, "Come on Matt! We have to help Mommy make potatoes for Daddy when he gets home!"
"Alright Al." Matthew ran forward and promptly slipped and fell onto the sidewalk. "Ow!"
Alfred giggled. "Your face was so funny! Are you okay, big bro?" He reached out a hand to help Matthew up.
"Y-Yeah, I'm okay," Matthew said, taking Al's hand.
"Let's hurry home now! If we don't help Mommy, Daddy will be hungry when he comes home!"
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"Mommy! Mommy! We're home!" Alfred ran inside as soon as Matthew unlocked the door, dumping his soccer bag next to the door. "Mommy?" Their mom usually come to greet them, spatula in her hand and a smile on her face. "Mommy, where are you?"
There were sobs and sniffles coming from the family room.
"Mom?" Matthew peeked his head around the corner. "Mom, are you okay?"
"Mommy!" Alfred rushed onto the sofa where their mother was. "Mommy!" He skidded to a stop, his face falling. "M-Mommy, a-are you crying?"
Alice didn't look up at her sons. "M-Matthew, take your brother to his room."
"B-But Mommy-" Alfred started, but he was swept up by his brother and taken up to the room they shared.
"Matt! Why is Mommy crying? Mommies and Daddies don't cry!"
Matthew was silent. "Sometimes they do, Al. Only sometimes." Matt turned around and walked out of the room. "Al, stay in here for a while, okay?"
"... O-Okay big bro."
Matthew smiled. "Good Al."
Matt's such a nice older bro.
REVIEW~! and tell me about mistakes. I see so many Fanfics with simple mistakes and it annoys me. ('cause I'm a perfectionist... about spelling and grammar at least)
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