Chapter 7: Couch Potatoes

I'd like to thank a viewer, who noticed that my word usage was expanding XD

Nodding off on the couch, Jake Long didn't even have the energy to make it all the way up to his room. It was much easier, just to sleep down here in the living room.

It wasn't until 8:30 at night did Susan Long discovered her son finally home. But it was only because of the phone was ringing, rushing her downstairs. Jake moaned, the phone's ring had awoken him from his sleep.

Susan nodded her head, listening to the person talk to her on the other line. She answered with a couple of 'Okays' and ended the conversation with 'Alright, I'll tell him'. She set the phone back in its place, and headed out of the kitchen, over into the living room more.

She touched the top of the couch, looking down at her son. Jake, who was now awake, stared with his sickly eyes at his mother. "Jake that was Fu on the phone. He says to stay in bed, and eat plenty of soup." She told him, learning now that Jake is sick with the same disease that Haley has caught. "He should get the medicine to make you feel better by Thursday."

Jake blinked once, and gave a blank stare at his mother. Suddenly, a giant flame came out of his mouth, as he gave a sickly cough. Understanding his fatigue, Susan decided to live her child be, to rest. "Now, try and get some sleep," she kissed him on the forehead, and walked back upstairs. "And try to avoid your father." She gave one last warning, before disappearing on the second floor.

But not long after, she came back downstairs. She had brought a spare blanket from the closet, and laid it on top of Jake. This was the last time, Jake saw his mom for the night. Falling back onto the couch, Jake closed his sore eyes, and moved a couple of times to get comfortable. It wasn't long, before he was fast asleep once more.

Slowly opening up his eyes, Jake finally woke up from his almost 12 hour sleep. But someone was speaking loud in his house, and it was killing his ears.

From upstairs, you could hear Jonathan Long speaking with his wife, at about 9:45 am. He was getting ready to head off, and go to work.

Jake grabbed his head with his arm, trying to calm his headache. But as he observed the moment of his arm, he noticed something was different about him. He moved the blanket, revealing his whole body was covered in scales. He was in full dragon form, from head to toe. This would explain the increase in his hearing abilities.

"Yeah, I'm just gonna grab a quick bagel, and all be off to work!" Jake's dad spoke from upstairs.

Suddenly, Jake's eyes widen. Here he was, as a dragon, and his dad was coming downstairs. He moved up his arms, trying to get the energy to chance himself up. "Come on, dragon up." He whispered, it seemed just like when he first got his dragon powers, and wasn't able to control them.

You could hear the footsteps of his father, walking in the hallway; it wasn't long, before he would be going down the stairs. It was certain; he would see him like this, which wasn't good.

"Dragon…up!" Jake repeated, trying to focus his thoughts on changing back. He then saw his father's legs, at the top of the steps. He shut his eyes, pressing down on himself. "Dragon up." He whispered once more. Finally, he looked down to his hands, which started to change back to human form. Jake touched his face, to feel his fleshy skin. The fear on his face soon disappeared.

But that same expression, soon reappeared. He looked over to the side of the couch, to see a dragon tail sticking out. He looked under his blanket, down to his legs. From his chest downward, his body was still in dragon form!! Hastily, he grabbed his tail and stuck it under his blanket, and pressed it down just as Jonathan walked into the living room.

Jonathan looked over at his son, noticing he was finally awake. "Morning Jake-a-rooski!" He said, as he made his way into the kitchen, and grabbed a bagel with cream cheese on top of it.

"Hey dad," Jake greeted him back. He wasn't as worn out, as much he was yesterday.

"Now Jake, your mother told me you caught Haley's cold. I want you to get some rest, and mind your mother." He grabbed his coat, and headed toward the door. "She's taking a whole day off of work, to watch you and your sister." Were his last words, then Jonathan quickly left out the door, for work.

Jake looked over at the clock, 9:47 am. Wide awake now, it was impossible for him to go back to sleep. He leaned back into the couch, and looked up at the commotion coming up from upstairs.

It wasn't long before Ms. Long, and Haley walked side by side down the stairs. Covering Haley was a little blanket to keep her warm. They hopped down into the living room, and Susan led her daughter onto the couch. Jake moved his legs, disturbed that he now was sharing a couch with Haley.

"Now since your both sick, and I can't watch you both in the same room. So we are all, going to stay down here." Susan Long gave her explanation. Haley seemed overjoyed, but Jake didn't have the same feeling.

Susan reached over on the coffee table, and handed Jake the remote. "Now here, watch some TV. I'm going to make you two, some soup. And no fighting." She warned them, and then went back into the kitchen.

Jake flipped through the channels, very rapidly. Until he stopped at MVTV. A rap music video was currently on, which Jake was enjoying. Haley on the other hand, wasn't. "I wanna watch Susana Alabama!" She complained.

"Haley, that's a baby show." Jake kept his eye locked on the television.

Haley held out her head, feeling a sneeze coming on. She lifted up her head, and let out a giant flame out from her mouth. The fire reached out far enough, to singe Jake's hand holding the remote. Jake then dropped the remote, and Haley reached over to grab it.

"Haley!" Jake complained, looking down at the other end of the couch. Haley changed the channel, to Susana Alabama. Jake was just about to lift up his sore body, to wrestle Haley for the remote, when his mom walked over with a food tray.

"Fu says that your fever is worst sign, and the best thing to do is to bring it down. That is why I made, cold soup." She put down the tray, onto the coffee table. A grayish mush made of unknown parts was what was in their bowls.

Jake turned his head, and stared at the science experiment, that was his brunch. "Mom, what is that?" He questioned.

"Its chowder," She smiled.

Haley's little 9 year old eyes couldn't leave that sight of the soup. "Mommy, normally I wouldn't argue about your nutritional and delicious meals, but I'm gonna have to pass on this one." She respectfully declined.

"I think I'm gonna be sick!" Jake held his mouth, with his hand.

Susan rolled her eyes, "It's good for you, so eat up!" She turned away, and started to walk away from the couch. But just as she left, Jake pressed his face downward to the floor. Then, he hurled out, a bunch of…well barf. Susan turned around, and pouted her face.

I wanted more in this chapter, but I figured this was enough xDD. I will try and update it, soon. :)