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Matthew woke 30 minutes later because of his cough.
He sat up and scratched his head.
"Hmm...what time is it?" he muttered, picking up his phone.
It was 10:45. Matthew huffed.
"I didn't sleep very long," said Matthew, leaning back on the couch.
Then, his phone went off, playing some jazz music. It was Arthur.
"Hello dad," said Matthew, answering the phone.
"Hey Matthew," said Arthur. "I was just calling to see how you were doing."
Matthew sighed in annoyance.
"I'm fine, Father," said Matthew, snappily.
"Watch your tone, young man," Arthur warned.
Matthew rolled his eyes.
"Yes dad."
"Besides," Arthur continued, "I need you to check to see if we need anymore dish soap."
Matthew went into the kitchen and looked at the bottle of dish soap on the edge of the sink. It was empty.
"Yes, we do need more dish soap," Matthew replied.
"Ok, thank you Matthew," said Arthur. "I'll call before I leave the shop."
"Ok dad," said Matthew. "I'll talk to you later then."
"Talk to you soon," said Arthur. "Bye lad."
"Bye dad," said Matthew, hanging up.
After putting the phone back on the coffee table, Matthew leaned back onto the couch, thinking. A minute later, he sat up.
"I'm going to play with Alfred's video games," he said to himself, getting up.
2 hours later
"Damn it!" Matthew cursed quietly.
He had been playing a fighting game for the pass 2 hours and he hasn't been doing very well.
"Ah crap!" Matthew shouted, throwing the controller on the ground. "This game sucks."
Then, Matthew heard a door open. Arthur was back. He rushed over to the hall to meet him.
"Hey Matthew," said Arthur, struggling with bags of groceries. "Can you take a couple of these, lad?"
Matthew went over and took a couple of bags and rushed them to the kitchen, beginning to put things away while Arthur got the rest of the groceries.
"Thank you," said Arthur, sitting down after putting the last bag on the table.
"No problem dad," said Matthew, putting the milk in the fridge. "You took an awfully long time at the store."
"I accidentally bumped into someone and they blew up in my face," sighed Arthur, rubbing his temples.
"That sucks," said Matthew, wincing.
Then, Arthur got up and helped put away the rest of the groceries before grabbing another bag and taking out containers of soup.
"I brought home some soup for lunch," said Arthur, putting a soup container in front of Matthew.
Matthew smiled and then picked up the spoon and began to eat. After lunch, Arthur waited for thirty minutes and then checked Matthew's temperature.
"101.6," Arthur read, shaking the thermometer.
Matthew was given some medicine before laying back down on the couch and watching some boring TV.
An hour later, Alfred and Francis were home. While Arthur and Francis left for the kitchen, Alfred came up to Matthew and gave him some textbooks and papers.
"Here you go," said Alfred with a big smile.
Matthew smiled as well.
"Thanks Al."
"No prob bro," said Alfred, flopping onto the couch, putting his feet up. "By the way, the French teacher wants you to write a story in French for a project."
"Lovely," Matthew muttered, flopping onto the couch as well.
"I thought you like doing that stuff," said Alfred, grabbing the remote and flipping through the channels.
"Yeah, for fun," said Matthew, looking over at his brother. "If it's for school, it's boring."
"Either way, you get an A for it," said Alfred, stopping at some channel about baseball.
"True," said Matthew, shrugging and turning to the TV. "Do we have to watch this crap? Hockey's better."
"Baseball beats hockey and you know it," said Alfred.
Matthew was about to reply when Arthur and Francis came back in. Arthur had two cups of tea while Francis had the thermometer.
"Papa, quand allez-vous arrêter de prendre ma température?" Matthew asked before the thermometer was stuck under his tongue.
"Une fois que votre fièvre a disparu, je le ferai," said Francis, placing a hand on Matthew's forehead and turning to Alfred. "I'm going to take your temperature as well."
"Why?" Alfred protested. "I'm not sick."
Francis didn't answer. The thermometer was beeping and he took it out of Matthew's mouth.
"Still 101.6," muttered Francis.
Arthur gave Matthew one of the cups of tea while Francis went back into the kitchen, cleaned off the thermometer, and came back to the living room.
"I'm not sick," said Alfred before the thermometer was put under his tongue.
Soon, it began to beep.
"Alfred a de la fièvre aussi," said Francis, looking at the reading and handing it to Arthur. "Je vais prendre un peu de temps hors du travail demain."
"You don't need to," said Arthur, turning off the thermometer.
"Vous serez à la maison avec deux adolescents malades," said Francis. "Je vais rester et d'aider."
Arthur sighed and rolled his eyes. He wasn't going to win this argument so he just agreed and gave Alfred his cup of tea.
"I'm going to go make dinner," said Francis.
He gave Arthur a kiss on the lips and Alfred and Matthew kisses on top of their foreheads before setting off for the kitchen to make a great meal.
