...I'm so sorry. i lied to all my poor reviewers and I didn't mean to. Honestly, school has just been horrible lately and this guy I used to like is jealous now that I'm trying to talk to someone else.
But nonetheless I should have updated long before now. No not yet. the next chapter should be up soon. I just have some editing to do.
so here's the update read, enjoy, review.
Mrs. Bolton looked around the kitchen. Her son along with her nieces and nephew plus her son's best friend were seated at the table eating something that actually looked edible. The kitchen was still in order and from the looks of it everyone liked what was on their plate, or mostly anyway. That could only mean one thing: Troy did NOT cook.
"So, who cooked it? I know it wasn't you, Troy." Alyson was hovering over Troy's shoulder trying to see what it was that he was eating. Troy glaredback at his mom.
"Chad!" Trey yelled from his seat. He had food all over his face and did not miss any of his shirt either.
"I'm impressed Chad. I have never seen Troy fix something edible that left the kitchen even remotely clean. So tell, me what is it?"
"It's an omelet Aunt Alice. It's actually pretty good. I still like your cooking better though." Lisa sat between Chad and Sam picking at the omelet on her plate. Most of it was gone but there were still some greens she refused to eat.
"Hm, Jack usually fixes those." Mrs. Bolton plucked a piece off of Troy's plate and popped it into her mouth. "Hey! That's better than I thought it'd be."
"Ma!" Troy covered up his plate when his mom again tried to grab a piece.
"Oh come on. Let me get a piece." Mrs. Bolton almost growled when Troy slapped her hand away again.
"You already had a piece." Troy waved his mother's hand away from his food.
"Whatever. So what do you plan to do today? You have to get out of the house awhile because some inspector is supposed to be coming by later. My vote he's probably coming around noon or so." Mrs. Bolton grabbed another piece of Troy's omelet before she took a seat by the counter.
"Well," Troy said scowling at his mother, "I was going to drive Chad to his house for a couple of things he forgot. Then we'd probably go to the park or somewhere."
"Good then, they can all go with you. I have stuff to do." Mrs. Bolton stood up to move to the fridge. Somehow she didn't quite make it.
"Mom. Why is it that I have to take them every where I go? I mean seriously, I haven't had time to play basketball with Chad since school ended." Troy finished his omelet and took his plate to the sink.
"Oh please, you've only been out of school for a couple days. I bet you haven't even thought about basketball since school ended. Besides, if you do decide to go to the park, you can play ball and they can just play."
"Still, do they have to go with us?" Troy whined.
"Yes, they do. What time are you leaving?"
"Probably after we take a shower. I'm about to take mine now." Troy walked to the living room and then yelled back, "If they're not ready when I get ready to leave I will leave them!"
"No he won't," Mrs. Bolton shook her head. "But Sam and Lisa need to go take their bath now."
Lisa gladly stood up and headed upstairs but Sam had trouble leaving her omelet. After some encouragement from Auntie Alice Sam was upstairs too, although not too happy about it. Trey and Chad were the only ones left in the kitchen with Mrs. Bolton. At the moment Mrs. Bolton was having a staring contest with Chad. Finally Chad gave up.
"I'm going to have to give Trey a bath aren't I," Chad mumbled.
"I was thinking about that...but no I think I'll make Troy do it while you're in the shower. That way he and Trey can bond." Mrs. Bolton smiled sweetly.
"I no want Troy to wash me!" Trey whimpered. He seemed scared of the idea. Although Chad could see why considering it was Trey who almost made sure Troy's soldiers weren't marching. Plus Troy had made so many promises of revenge to Trey.
"Yea, I think I'll get Troy do that. It would be good for them to bond. God knows they need it."
"Maybe that wouldn't be such a good idea, I mean Trey never really liked Troy. And Troy never liked Trey."
"That's why I'm forcing Troy to do it." They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, until Mrs. Bolton broke it. "You know it's nice to have you here. You're like the daughter I never had. It feels great."
Chad stood dumbfounded for a moment. How could he be considered a girl? Apparently his confusion showed on his face, because Mrs. Bolton's smile only shined brighter.
"How am I...like...a do-da-daughter?" Chad thought his voice didn't sound like him. It was unnaturally high.
"I don't know, you're just not like my son, so naturally I would look at you like my daughter. You're around here so much until I see you as one of mine. Don't take it offensively. I'm grateful for your company." Again Mrs. Bolton smiled.
"Oh, okay. Um...thank you. I think." Chad smiled weakly.
"Chad my girlfriend!" Trey yelped happily. Chad felt like he could have died from embarrassment.
"See," Mrs. Bolton laughed, "Trey even sees you as a girly figure. Although I'm not sure why he'd call you his girlfriend."
"I for one, refuse to believe that Chad would go with that." Troy had entered into the kitchen to put his dirty clothes in the laundry room. "I mean really? Chad is way more cut than I am. He doesn't need a child to hold him back."
"Shush up!" Trey yelled.
"Don't you mean shut up," Troy sneered. Trey sat there for a moment, confused.
"NO! Shush up!"
"Hey! Don't raise your voice in my kitchen. Troy you're giving Trey a bath. Wait until Lisa and Sam are out and use the bathroom upstairs." Mrs. Bolton glanced at her watch and her movements became a little more hurried.
"Whatever." Troy grumbled.
"Chad, you can go on and take yours." Mrs. Bolton smiled at Chad and waited for him to exit the room. When he did she continued. "Now Troy, you will give Trey a bath. Do you understand?" It wasn't a question.
"Yes ma'am." Troy grumbled.
"Good. Now, I've got somewhere to go, so Trey be good, Troy be nice, and I will see you guys later." With that Mrs. Bolton was gone...again.
"Great. Now I'm stuck with you." Troy looked warily at Trey who was still sitting down at the table.
"I want Chad!" Trey said slowly standing up...well, getting down was more like it. His feet was no where near the ground but he could still get down fairly easy.
"No, he's already mine. Besides, Chad is in the shower now." Troy backed up behind the counter because there was no telling what kind of bright ideas Trey had in mind this time, and we all remember what happened last time.
"Chad!" Trey ran for the living room. Apparently his bright idea now was to run into the bathroom while Chad was still taking his shower.
Troy was right behind him but wasn't able to catch him before he reached the bathroom. Lucky for him Chad was still brushing his teeth...in his boxers.
"Chad." Trey latched onto Chad's leg.
"Trey?" Chad looked down at the toddler holding onto his leg. He then looked to Troy who was eyeing him quite openly. "Troy? What are you doing?"
"Huh, what?" After a moment Troy realized why he was standing in the bathroom in the first place.This was Trey's fault. "Sorry, Trey didn't want to take a bath. And he ran in here, to you, before i could stop him."
Chad lifted an eyebrow but continued to brush his teeth. He actually didn't care that Trey and Troy were in the bathroom with him. They weren't bothering him. He was only brushing his teeth right now. Although Trey was still on his leg. After a moment Chad paused.
"I'm almost scared to say this, but it would save time." Chad took the toothbrush out of his mouth and looked down at Trey.
"What?" Troy asked, not liking the way this was going.
"Trey, you want to take a bath with me?" Chad asked cheerily.
"Yeah! Yeah!" Trey then turned to Troy. "Out! Out! I and Chad 'bout to take bath." Trey pushed Troy out of the way of the door and shut it, but before he could lock it Troy opened the door again.
"Stop you little rugrat." Troy slipped through the door to make sure Trey could no longer easily push him out the door. Trey pouted and turned toward Chad.
"Chad, it's cool. You don't have to. I, unfortunately, agreed to give Trey a bath and I'm sure the Twins are out of the upstairs bathroom by now." Troy put his arm around Chad's shoulders. Chad smiled.
"If you insist," he said putting his toothbrush back into his bag. Troy nodded and leaned over to plant a quick kiss on Chad's cheek.
"I can handle it. Come on Trey! It's bath time!" Troy smirked as he grabbed a struggling Trey and took him out the bathroom, away from Chad. Now all he had to do was give Trey a bath. That in itself was going to be a hassle. Troy sighed, but marched up the stairs. Trey was still whining but at least he had stopped fighting.
"Trey is going to give you a hard time, you know." Troy looked to see Lisa was standing just outside the guest room. "That's just his plotting face." Honestly Trey looked more like he was constipated, but Troy didn't mention it.
"Yeah, I had a feeling it was going to be bad. But, you know what, it doesn't matter much anymore. I've got more important things on my mind." Troy smiled beautifully.
'Wow, handsome and poetic.' Lisa felt herself swoon even more. Troy was just all around sexy, his loving side just added to his qualities. 'How could Chad ever appreciate all of this?' Lisa wondered back into the guest room. Now Troy had to be hers. The gears in Lisa's head began to once again turn. "How could I get in touch with Gabriella."
So...here it is. Please don't kill me. could you review instead.
