Chapter 37
Nick's POV
I didn't bother coming out of my room. I didn't talk to anyone. I didn't say anything even. I sat in my room, with my secret stash of chips and chocolate, and played my guitar and read a couple of comic books I had laying around, since my wonderful parents must've come in my room last night and took my computer, ipod, and cell phone. Great, huh?
I heard a knock on my door, and still, didn't say anything. I just stared at the door. Whoever is was can either let themselves in and start talking to me, even though that'd be a waste of their time because I wasn't about to talk back to whoever, or they could leave, which I would've recommended, if I was talking that is.
It was mom. Yea. Not. "Nicholas, please come downstairs for lunch. You need to eat" Mom begged. I said nothing, just stared at her. "Nicholas, please. I'm not asking again" she said firmly. I didn't move. She sighed. "Fine, pass out. Don't eat anything. But when you get hungry, there's a peanut butter and jelly with your name on it" Mom said, and left.
Who needs PB&J when you have chips and chocolate.
I reached into my bag of Doritos and found nothing. Not a crumb. It was empty. Crap I thought. I'd finished up my chocolate, and now my chips. My stomach was rumbling, since I'd only eaten the few pieces of Hershey Chocolate that I had, and half a bag of chips. And they don't even fill the bag of chips all the way. What is with that?
I needed to eat. I was beginning to feel light headed. I needed to drink. I was feeling dehydrated. Diabetics NEED to. I had to do it. I had to go downstairs and grab that sandwich that was calling my name. Maybe even a glass of water with it.
I quietly opened my door and tiptoed down the stairs. No one had noticed me yet. Frankie was asleep in the middle of the floor, and Joe snoozing on the couch, loudly I may add. Hear about that earthquake? Yeah, it was Joe. Not the earth, but Joe. And maybe, now, a combo of my stomach. Dad was at work I guessed, cause he wasn't anywhere on the first floor of the house. Kevin was in his room, this I knew from hearing him play his guitar. Now, to find my mother, so I wouldn't run into her.
I didn't find her in the kitchen, living room, or the dinning room. So where she was, I didn't really no, none the less care at the moment. I just cared about getting my blood sugar back up again.
Right there on the kitchen table, was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, with my name on it. It was calling me, and I wanted it. I grabbed the sandwich, and quietly opened up the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water, an orange, and some yogurt. Then, to go with my sandwich, I went into the pantry and grabbed a bag of Lays Potato Chips. The big jumbo bag. I needed a spoon now, and maybe a napkin. And dessert. How could I forget that? After getting a bag of Mint and Cream Oreos (yummy!) and a napkin, I had to get a spoon. I put the sandwich in my mouth, like a dog carrying a bone, and the water bottle under my arm. Getting the spoon was pretty easy, it was just getting upstairs without running into mom first.
It didn't work out exactly as I had planned. First, I dropped my water, then the chips, which both went rolling down the stairs. How the chips rolled, I don't know. But they did. I picked them up, and started back up the stairs again. I was almost to my room. Just a few more doors down on the right.
"Going somewhere Nicholas?" Busted. I turned around only to see none other than my mother (run!). Arms crossed, mom gave me the, 'what the heck are you doing' look. I shrugged, and started backing up towards my bedroom. "No, no Nick. I think you'd like to eat that downstairs." She said. I shook my head, and tried to open my door. No luck. Turns out, you need either A)hands, or B) arms that aren't holding your food you were sneaking into your room to open a door. "Nick, give me the food, and come eat that downstairs" I dropped the chips and Oreos, opened up my door, threw the stuff on my bed, scooped up the rest, and slammed the door.
I really didn't care anymore.