-1Reid was bored beyond compare; he didn't know what to do with himself. His mother was yapping away on the phone, his father was busy doing some kind of paperwork, his friends were all away with their families.
There was nothing to do.
At all.
His 12 year old body couldn't handle this boredom. If he didn't do something soon, he was going to explode.
"Don't slouch, honey, sit up straight," His mother scolded when she walked into the living room; the phone was still attached to her ear.
"Don't slouch, honey, sit up straight," Reid mimicked as he ignored the order.
"That's not very nice, Reid, where are your manners?"
"That's not very nice, Reid, where are your manners?"
"Reid! Stop it!"
"Reid! Stop it!"
"Reid Matthew Garwin, if you don't cut this out right now, I'm going to get your father to deal with you."
"Reid Matthew Garwin, if you don't cu--"
"ROBERT!"
"I stopped!"
Mr. Garwin came into living room with some kind of document in his hand and his reading glasses on; he didn't seem too pleased to be disrupted and he let it show in his voice. "What's going on?"
"Reid can't seem to stop mimicking me."
"Tattle tale," Reid muttered as he glared at his mom. His father gave him a reproaching look. "What? I'm bored and you guys don't have time for me and no one's home and I have nothing to do and I think I'm gunna explode soon!"
"Why don't you do your homework?"
"I did it already!"
That definitely showed his parents how bored their son was.
"Then why don't you play a video game?"
"I beat them all!"
"I just bought you one last week, Reid, you beat that already?"
"Yes."
"Do you want some money to get another one?"
"No, I'm sick and tired of playing video games. And I'm sick and tired of stupid board games. And stupid card games. And stupid homework. And everything. I'm bored, Dad, save me!"
By now, Reid was laying down on the couch and squirming because he was just so antsy and he couldn't do anything about it.
"Why don't you go grocery shopping with your mother?"
"That's a brilliant idea! You could even pick out some snacks that you want."
"Only girls do that. I'm a boy, I don't do grocery shopping, I just eat the stuff you buy."
"Then what do you want to do?"
"If I knew that, I wouldn't be bored, stupid!"
"Reid."
"I'm sorry, Dad," Reid muttered, rolling his eyes. "But you gotta understand, Dad, I'm dying here. I'm bored to death. Do you really want that? Your heir dying… because he's bored? Huh, Dad, huh? Your bloodline gone! Because you couldn't entertain me! That would go down like some amazing legend and some kinda moral thingy that people would tell their grandchildren."
Well, at least his father knew he gave him that talk… that didn't mean his son was starting to get his nerves right now.
"I see you got your mother's drama-queen gene."
"Robert!"
"It's true."
"I don't care whose jeans I have! I'm wearing my own, that's all that matters. Now make me stop being bored. Do something cool, Dad!"
"Reid, you know better."
"What's the point of having that amazing Power if you can't even help your son out in his time of need?!"
"Reid, you're hardly in a time of need. You just feel like being annoying."
"No I don't! I'm bored, I can't help it! Oh my Goooooddddd," Reid groaned and turned onto his stomach so he could kick and hit the couch. "I'm so bored."
"..I think I have something for you to do."
"Really, what?" Reid asked as he jumped up and looked at his dad with wide, expecting eyes.
"C'mon," His father smirked and led his son to his study.
Two hours later, Reid was sleeping with his head on his father's desk, surrounded by paperwork everywhere.
Reid couldn't complain he was bored; his father finished his work; everyone was happy.