Disclaimer: I do not own Cheaper by the Dozen. I do own my own creations, such as new characters.
"Jake? Where'd you put my board?" yelled Sarah. Jake was downstairs eating breakfast, and Sarah had been packing all morning.
"In the closet, I think. Under the laundry basket!" he yelled back. Sarah looked underneath the basket and found her skateboard. She heard Jake stomping up the stairs.
"Jake, have you even started packing yet?" asked Sarah, trying to close her suitcase.
"Yeah, I'm nearly finished. We're going for a couple weeks, so I have a lot of clothes," he replied.
"I'll give you ten buck you have less than Lorraine," said Sarah.
"I'd like to keep my ten bucks, thank you. I doubt together we'd have as much as Lorraine does!" said Jake. He was digging through his drawers to find some shirts.
"How much stuff did you pack?" he asked Sarah.
"I packed about 10 t-shirts, 2 pairs of jeans, a bunch of shorts, underwear, a couple zip up hoodies and my big 'Tear It Up' sweatshirt, a couple nice shirts and some pants and I packed some hats as well. You?"
"Yeah, about the same. How much underwear?" he asked.
"Jake!!!" she yelled. She threw him some balled up socks and said, "Pack these, you'll need them. Mom said the neighbors have a skate ramp,"
"Cool. So how much underwear again?" he asked with a grin.
"I don't know! Just enough to get you through a week," she said. Wait, why do I even have to answer that? Eurgh… Sarah went down to get some breakfast.
She saw 13 neatly packed and ready to go suitcases on the floor. They all had their straps locked around them and nothing was hanging out.
"Mom! I thought you said we could only have one suitcase each!" cried Sarah.
"I did!" Kate yelled back.
"Then why is half of this stuff Lorraine's?" asked Sarah.
"It isn't; she's just letting the other borrow her luggage. It's easier then cleaning all the stuff we have now," said Kate. Wow, Lorraine's being… generous? Yikes, I never thought I'd see the day, thought Sarah.
"So are you and Jake ready?" Kate asked, walking down the stairs.
"Yeah, I just have to find my sun glasses and baseball hat," Sarah began. She noticed the shades and cap in her mother's hands, "Which you seem to be holding. You are a wonderful person, mother…" said Sarah. She grabbed her things and ran upstairs to finish packing. She bounced into her room and began adding the new items to her suitcase.
"Did you get the underwear problem sorted?" asked Sarah with a giggle.
"Yeah, I did. What was that?" he asked, as Sarah grabbed something and shoved it in her case quickly.
"Nothing!" she said and went on packing.
"No, it was definetly something," he said, raising his eyebrows at her.
"No it wasn't. I'm going to go get my toiletries," she said. She walked off to the bathroom.
"PERFUME?!?!?!?!" yelled Jake.
"JAKE YOU ASS!!!" yelled Sarah. She hit him with a tube of toothpaste.
"Well?" he asked with a smirk, rubbing his side where the toothpaste hit.
"Well what?" she glared back.
"Saraaaah!" he whined.
"What?" she said loudly.
"Why perfume? Why not girly shoes or something?" he asked, plopping down on his bed, holding his head in exasperation.
"Because! I like it. It's one girly thing, ok? Get over it," she said, heading back into the bathroom.
"Are you sure it isn't because of some guy?" he asked. She stopped with her foot in mid air and turned to look at him.
"No! Why does everyone think it's always about some guy? I can't stand it! Everyone saying I need a boyfriend, everyone telling me I need someone to like me, or to like someone, I just can't take it! It's not about a guy. I don't even know any guys that would even like me, okay? Any boy I've ever even liked thought I was just one of the guys! So stop thinking it's about a guy. I thought at least you would be able to understand that, Jake," she said with a look of pure sadness on her face.
With that, she turned again and headed into the bathroom. Jake sighed and put his face to the pillow. He heard soft sobbing coming from the bathroom.
