All my wonderful reviewers, I am soo sorry I haven't updated, I've been working on my other stories, school, and (the best excuse I've got) our computer broke, so sorry, please don't give up on me.
"Hey, you guys," I whispered nudging Iggy and Fang with my elbow. "Let's go get the kids and leave."
"Max," Iggy groaned. "why so early?"
Fang grunted and said something into his pillow that I couldn't understand. Probably something non-flattering.
"Because," I started trying to come up with a reason other than 'I don't want to see the guy I kissed last night, nor do I want Fang and him to see each other.' "I want to go on 'vacation'"
"Our lives practically are a vacation," Iggy said rolling over and falling off the bed with a very loud thump and an "Oomph."
"No, I mean try and get away from the erasers. Hmm, how 'bout Mt. Rushmore?" I said sounding more perky than I felt.
Fang looked at me with a raised eyebrow, he knew better than anyone else that I was not a morning person. He found that out when we were 10 and I chucked a book (Webster's Dictionary) at him so hard it broke his nose. Now that I thought about it, his nose still looked a little crooked.
"Fine, I'll go get the kids," Iggy answered, defeated, before shutting the door and stomping down the hallway.
"Why the sudden urge to go sight-seeing?" Fang asked, flipping on the TV.
"I don't know, I guess, I just want to do stuff that normal people do. Including the whole family vacation thing."
"Yeah, last night was fun," Fang answered. He knows me so well. "I'm cool with it, if that's what you want to do, mom."
"I think it'd be fun dad, think about all the historical things the kids could learn." I said. I don't know what made me do it but I jumped at him, slamming into him and both of us rolling onto the floor, me on top of him.
"Oops," was all I managed to get out before he
… tickled me, haha gotcha.
Hey I know it's short. But I'll be able to write more if I get chapters shorter. I should have the next one up tomorrow if we don't go prom dress shopping.