I was underneath my truck with a ponytail and an oil stained baseball cap and oil smeared over my face, when I heard a car pull into the driveway and parked to the left of me.
They must be the helpers. I'll go in and clean up after this I thought. I felt around the ground for the wrench, but I couldn't find it. Footsteps started to head my way.
"Excuse me, could someone help me?" I saw a pair of feet jump.
"Who said that?" the guy had a scratchy voice. All I could see of him were old tennis shoes and worn jeans. I saw the other two walk by the one that stopped.
"I did, I'm under the truck." He walked to where my legs were, and I felt eyes staring at them. I don't mean the kind of staring like he couldn't believe what he was seeing; it was more like the staring like he was checking me out in a creepy way, or having a creepy daydream. "Could you hand me a wrench. It should be on the ground or on the truck."
"Sure."
I'm not even sure he heard me, cause he just stood there. Yep, he's having the daydream, I thought. Finally, he picked up something off the ground and placed it by my hip where I could reach it.
I grabbed the wrench and started finishing what I was doing. The guy stood there for another ten seconds, then, "Hay John, hurry up. Dr. Jones won't say anything until you come inside." Was that Zack's voice. Oh gawd! This is going to be a great day. Note the sarcasm.
John, or at least that's what Zack called him, turned and headed for the house. I heard the door close, then after about ten seconds I heard the door open and close again.
"Casey, come inside please."
"Ok Dad, I'll be there in a second."
Rick went back inside. Now I have to deal with three immature boys by myself. I'm so doing my own room. I let out a sigh as I slide out from underneath the truck. I quickly put the tools away and headed toward the back door.
I stopped at the door and heard Rick talking to the boys. I took a deep breath and opened the door. As I walked in Rick turned and said, "Boys this is Casey, my daughter. She will be here supervising and helping you paint."
I saw three pairs of eyes go wide and look me over very slowly. Only one mouth popped open, and it was John's.
Rick just stood there with a smile on his face, silently laughing. I walked over to Rick and rested my chin on his shoulder and smiled a sweet smile.
Zack recovered first. "Well, uh, she's um, really pretty Dr. Jones," he still sounded a little out of it.
John shut his mouth and quickly wiped a hand over it and said, "I didn't know you had a daughter."
"That's because you never asked."
"I'm going to go change daddy," I quickly kissed Rick on the cheek. I went up to the boys and stopped it front of Zack. "You're Zack, right?"
"Yah." His annoying smile came out as he looked me over again.
"Thomas right?"
"Uh... Yah"
"And you're John right?" He looked me over slowly before he said yah. "Well, I'll see you guys in a sec." I turned to the stairs and went up to my room. When I got there, I replayed what happened in my head and started to laugh.
As I was changing, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I pulled a T-shirt over my head as a knock came from my door.
"Hold on," I shouted. Why the hell would they be up here? I looked around for another pair of jeans but decided against it. When I go to the door I hear deep breathing.
"Who's there?"
"Your father." Boy Rick didn't sound happy, maybe agitated or confused. I opened the door and groaned.
"Do I really have to spend the whole day with those boys?" There was discomfort in my voice, also a little bit of a pout.
"Yes, you do. How do you even know their names?" Rick asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I meet Zack and Thomas when I was buying the paint. Then I just meet John outside while I was working." I looked down at my watch. "Shouldn't you be going to work?"
Rick looked down at his watch.
"Yep," Rick turned to leave then stopped. "Why did you call me daddy down there?"
"To make it seem like I'm an innocent girl, and to show that I love you." I said giving him a sweet smile.
He smiled and gave me a kiss on the cheek, "I'll be back soon. Have fun, and don't let them do anything but paint." He thought for a moment. "If you want them to stay for dinner just order a pizza or something."
"Ok daddy," I said with a smile, Rick just raised an eyebrow. "Have fun pulling out teeth and looking at cavities."
Rick was now laughing as we went down the stairs. I heard angry whispering, as we turned the corner to go to the living room. In the living room I saw the boys whispering and pointing to themselves. They stopped when they saw us.
"Now boys, while I'm gone I want you to do everything that Casey says." Rick said in a stern voice. They all nodded and looked at me.
I walked Rick to the door. "Bye dad, have a good day at work."
"I will. Have fun painting." I watched Rick walk to his car and leave.
I turned around and all three boys were there just staring, three feet away. Can you say creepy? I pushed past them and went to the living room.
I picked up the plastic covering for the furniture, turned to look at them and raised an eyebrow.
"Are you guys going to help or not?" As I turned back around I heard someone whisper, "I like a woman who's in charge." Could they be anymore immature?