"I really wish you would get a hair cut Zak." Zak's mother said as she plucked a stray, black hair, three and a half feet long from her chair.
"Why? I think it looks cool." said Zak in his own chair, his feet resting on a panel board and arms crossed behind his head.
"It may look 'cool', but it's a neusense." she said, giving him a stern yet still motherly look.
"So...? Doyle said it looks cool as well." Zak retorted smugly.
"Ugh, Doyle. If he told you jumping off a brigde was cool, would you do that?"
"Yep." said Zak loudly, sinking down in his seat a little more.
"Wh-what? Why?!" she asked, flustered as she placed her hands on her full hips and leaned forward.
"Because!" he reached into his jacket and pulled out a staff dramatically, "I have the claw!"
"And what if you didn't?" Drew asked, standing relivently straight, her arms now crossed against her chest and a hip jutting out subtly.
"I'd still do it. Doyle'd catch me on his jet-pack. Man, I love that thing..."
"And what if he didn't?" She shifted her weight from on leg to the other.
Zak looked up at her for the first time that day, showing off his maturing teenaged features and deep onyx orbs. "You would catch me."
Drew groaned angrily, being talked back to by her own offspring wasn't exactly a mother's idea of a good day or greatest dream. "What I'm trying to ask, Zak, is what if no one was there to save you?"
Zak smiled deviously, "I'm a good swimmer."
Drew stared at him for a second before turning and crossing her arms as she retreated to the other side of the room, "I give up. It really is true. Teenagers are as stubborn as an ox."
"I get that from you!" Zak called out, hearing her loud and clear.
Suddenly she heard footsteps and looked to see Doyle running towards Zak, "Hey, I've got the best idea ever!" Doyle said with full excitement and eagerness.
"What?" Zak asked with equal excitement as he sat up straight in his chair, held in sudden suspence.
"Let go jump off a bridge!"
"Okay!"
Drew watched as the two boys ran out of the room and down the hall. She couldn't believe it. "That's the last time I ever try giving motherly advice. The last time I tell you!"
"What's the last time?"
"Oh, just the last time I try telling Zak to cut his hair, or using plausible scenario's, recommending bad idea's."
Drew said, smiling innocently as her husband Doc who had walked in with a mug of coffee in his hand, "Well, boy's will be boy's."
"I guess. Besides...from now on, I'll just leave it to you."
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Affection: I was cleaning my room and I found this little story and I found it extremely amusing. I just hope I didn't make Drew too naggy. Man, I love that woman. But then again, who doesn't? XDD