Ouch. Ouch! OUCH!. The pain is horrendous. I don't know if I will make it. In my will I want my sister to have everything. I'm feeling dizzy and fuzzy. I see a light. I guess this is it...
"Boomer stop being such a drama king. You only sprained your ankle." Blossom said, rolling her eyes at her little brother's exaggeration. She placed a bag of ice on top of it slightly.
"But it huuurtss." He moaned. He hissed as the ice touched his ankle. "It feels like a fire and a bunch of blades." Blossom rolled her eyes again.
"It will feel perfectly normal in a couple of minutes, just keep the ice on it." Blossom said turning and heading for their kitchen.
"But what if it needs to be cut off, or it's broken." He panicked.
"You're Fine Boomer." She said in the kitchen. Boomer got off the couch and wobbled towards the kitchen. He saw his sister in her apron, preheating the oven. He went and sat on the counter and watched as his sister maneuvered through everything.
"Watcha makin?" He asked in a childish voice. Blossom looked at him from over her shoulder.
"lasagna." She said and pulled out some cheese. Boomer's mouth and eyes became big, as he shot off the counter like a rocket.
"Yipee!" He shouted as he danced around his sister.
"Told ya your ankle was going to feel better." Blossom said, not looking up from her task. Boomer stopped instantly and smiled sheepishly. Before he could say something, their father had walked in.
"Mmm. That smells great. What are you cooking, Blossy?" Her father asked hanging his coat on the door. He stepped in the kitchen and sniffed the air more.
"Lasagna, daddy." She said turning around and giving him a hug. Boomer joined them for a brief second. Blossom went back to cooking, while Boomer and their dad sat at their dinning table.
"Well that's great. How was your last day of summer?" He asked, picking up a news paper.
"It was horrible. I was on my skate board and my wheel got stuck in a whole, so I flipped of and broke my ankle." Boomer said waving his hands in the air. His father looked under the table to see Boomer's ankle just a tad bruised. He turned around towards the kitchen.
"Blossom?" He asked.
"He fell and sprained it." She simply stated. Boomer huffed.
"It felt like it was broken." He mumbled. His father chuckled.
20 minutes later, Blossom had the table set of lasagna, corn and mashed potatoes. Their father, being the well-mannered man that he was raised to be, placed the napkin over his shirt, tucking it in at the top. Boomer did the same, as Blossom just placed it over her lap.
"Boomer, say grace for us please." His father asked. Boomer nodded and hung his head in prayer.
"Thank you lord for praising us for this wonderful meal that my sister made. Keep mama close in our hearts and tell her that we all miss and love her. Jesus a men." Boomer said. He then rubbed his hands greedily and dove for the lasagna. They all sat silently eating, exceptions from Boomer's gulping from the large portions of food.
"So are you kids ready for highschool tomorrow." Their father asked. They both nodded. Boomer then looked at Blossom.
"I hope we have classes together." He said.
"Me too, but if we don't we can still see each other at lunch and at our lockers." Blossom agreed. There was another long silence until Boomer spoke:
"Mom would be proud of us huh?" He asked. Blossom's fork clashed against her plate. Their father looked up. Blossom put on a sad smile and nodded.
"I have to go to the bathroom." She said before she got up and left.
Bedtime
Blossom layed on her bed, sobbing slightly. She held her stomach as she felt the pain of her food coming up. When she heard the knock on the door she immediately sat up, drying her eyes.
"Come in." She said. Boomer peeked his head in the room with a small smile.
"Hey." He said softly. "Sorry if I woke you." He said. She shook her head.
"No, you didn't. Come over here and lay down with me." Boomer made his way over to her.
"I'm sorry that I made you cry earlier. I was trying to do the opposite actually." He apologized. Blossom smiled and hugged him. Boomer hugged back.
"It's alright. I need to be less sensitive. That's your job." She said giggling.
"Hey!" Boomer said, but he started laughing with her. They layed down next to each other looking up at Blossom's fake constellations on the ceiling. Boomer then looked at her. "What do think it's going to be like?" He asked. She shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't really know, but I guess that's what makes it soo exciting to everyone." She answered.
"Are you going to get a boyfriend?' Boomer blurted out. Blossom looked at him confused. "I- I'm Scared tha- that you'll just for-forget about me." He admitted hiding his face. Blossom smiled and uncovered it.
"I could never in the World forget you. Not even if I wanted to." She said. Boomer smiled and snuggled into her.
"If you do get a boyfriend, I want to meet him first." He said. Blossom lightly chuckled.
"Deal, but only if you do the same when you get a girlfriend." Boomer nodded his head.
"Can I sleep with you tonight?" Boomer asked, already half asleep.
"Sure. But if you start kicking me I swear I will throw you out." Blossom said. She looked down to see him already asleep. She reached over to her night stand and grabbed the chain of her lamp. Tomorrow will be full filling. I can tell. She then turned her lamp off and let herself fall asleep.
