Here's a new chapter of He's Not My Brother!
Thanks to all those who read, reviewed, etc.
I do not own anyone, unfortunately.
Many thanks go to Diagura for much needed advice and inspiration. xxx
Evan and Mike walked downstairs together following an unexpected wake up call from Mike's mother at the break of dawn. They made their way to the kitchen and took their seats at the breakfast table. Joseph was already sitting there rubbing his eyes and yawning. Barbara placed a bowl in front of each of them and grabbed a pan from the hob. She proceeded to empty out some strange looking sludge into the bowls.
"What is this?" Mike asked his mother.
"Porridge." She replied.
"Um, I usually have pancakes…" Mike pointed out.
"Yeah, I would prefer some toast." Evan nodded.
"And I would love some bacon and eggs." Joseph added.
"The wedding is less than a week away. We need to diet." Barbara told them.
"I don't need to diet." Evan frowned.
"Don't you think you're overreacting?" Joseph asked his fiancé.
"No, I don't think I'm overreacting. I think if I'm getting married it should be perfect." Barbara replied.
"If it's the photo's you're worried about, we can always get Mike to stand at the back." Evan suggested.
"Oh right, cause I'll need a diet?" Mike asked.
"You might. If your man breasts get any bigger you'll need a bigger bra than your mom." Evan shot back.
"Firstly, these are my pecs. Secondly, you shouldn't even be looking at my mother's breasts. Pervert." Mike frowned.
"Boys, please be nice to each other." Barbara pleaded.
"He started it." Mike pouted.
"This diet thing's just for one day, right?" Joseph asked his fiancé.
"Three days." She corrected him.
"Are you serious?" Mike asked his mother.
"I want us all to look good for the wedding photos." Barbara shrugged.
"Does the photographer have a wide lens?" Evan asked.
"Why?" Joseph frowned at his son.
"They'll need it to get Mike in the photo." Evan grinned.
"At least my head will be in the picture. You're going to need a stepladder." Mike shot back.
"I need to know that you'll fit into your suits." Barbara fretted.
"Honey, why don't we just try them on now?" Joseph asked her.
"You might jinx the whole thing!" she replied.
The three males sighed and stared at their porridge.
They had all been hoping that dinner would be better, but unfortunately not. Barbara served them all salad with no dressing. They were also allowed one slice of bread, but nothing on it. All three ate the meal, mainly because they wanted to keep Barbara calm, but also because they were hungry after eating a small amount of porridge earlier on for breakfast.
"That was nice." Joseph forced a smile.
"Yeah, delicious." Mike added.
"Good. I knew you'd come around to the idea." Barbara smiled at them.
"I guess I want you to be happy mom." Mike shrugged.
"I know you do. You might feel the same when it's your own wedding." She told him.
"I'm not gonna get married." Mike frowned.
"Of course you are. Some states support gay marriage." Evan replied sarcastically.
"Some also support the death penalty." Mike glared at his future stepbrother.
"Anger comes from repressed feelings." Evan frowned.
"I'll repress your oxygen if you don't shut up." Mike told him.
Barbara was very pleased with herself. She had made a healthy dinner for her three favourite guys. It was a healthy vegetable stew, which didn't look all that appetising. It was bright green and strong smelling from various spices that were supposed to help detoxify the system. Joseph was the first one to make an excuse.
"Oh no. I just remembered that I have to do something…for the wedding, It's a surprise." He added.
"Oh, well I guess you'd better go." Barbara pouted.
"Man, I'm going to miss Maria's performance in the talent show." Evan sighed.
"You might still make it." Barbara shrugged.
"Thanks mom." Evan grinned and rushed out of the house.
"She's not your mom!" Mike yelled after him.
"Just you and me then Mike." Barbara smiled at her son.
He smiled back at her and went to taste some of the odd looking mixture. It wasn't all that bad, just very strong and a little bit sickly. Barbara pulled a face and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. Mike did the same, coughing a little at the amount of seasoning that had gone in there. His mother looked across at him and shrugged.
"I know, that is awful." She shrugged.
"At least you tried." Mike shrugged.
"You and me should go get some takeout. What do you say?" Barbara grinned at her son.
"Sounds good." Mike nodded.
They walked into a nearby steakhouse and Barbara went to order.
"Table five's order is done." The girl behind the counter yelled to a colleague.
"I got it." The young guy replied as he struggled with two huge steaks, large glasses of Pepsi and two bowls full of potato wedges with extra sauce.
"Wonder who's gonna eat all that." Barbara frowned.
"Let's watch. They're probably like five hundred pounds!" Mike smirked.
"Joey?" Barbara gasped as the young guy placed down the order at the table.
"Evan!" Mike gasped.
The father and son sat sheepishly in front of their huge meal and shrugged.
"Care to join us?" Joseph asked them.
Mike and his mother looked at each other for a moment.
"Ok, sure." They nodded and sat down at the table.
What do you think?
I think it was poor. I just wanted to update but I was lacking in inspiration.
Any chance of reviews? xxx