Five Nights, One Foxy Chapter 33
A/N: Hewwo again! :D I'm in Wisconsin this time! :D
Wow, I haven't updated for a while. I feel really bad now ;-;
I know things have been going rather slow in the fic lately. :P But don't worry, all of this boring exposition crap will be done and the good stuff will begin soon! :D
November 26, 1998 3:56 PM
Before my mom could go and open the door herself, it violently flung open and two brightly colored blurs came zooming into the kitchen, almost knocking over an antique vase.
Mom sighed in exasperation. "Just waltz right in, why don't ya?" she muttered under her breath.
"Hiya Cousin Natalie!" Jake and Julia chorused as they came to halt.
I groaned. "Hello."
The twins looked like discount Weasleys with their bright red hair and excessive freckles dotting their faces. Jake wore a red T-shirt under denim overalls and red Converses. Julia, being the little fru-fru girl she was, wore the brightest pink dress and shoes I have ever seen on a person. That, combined with her neon red hair, made a real eyesore.
"I got this new dress yesterday! Mommy picked it out for me!" Julia explained. She tugged on the skirt so I could get a closer look, which I did not want.
"Uh-huh. Yes, I see," I deadpanned, shielding my eyes from the blinding colors.
"Can you play Race Cars with us after dinner?" Jake begged. He pulled a tiny Hot Wheels car from his overalls pocket and showed it to me.
"No way! I wanna play Disney Princesses!" Julia protested.
I didn't feel like playing either of those games with them. Sensing a fight, I decided not to say anything.
"We always do what you want to do! I HATE Disney Princesses! You always make me be the stupid prince and make me wear stupid clothes!" Jake argued.
I decided to sit back and let them argue it out. It wasn't worth it.
"Oh yeah? And what's so fun about Race Cars? It's just pushing little toys with wheels down the driveway!" Julia spat.
Then again, someone would yell at me during dinner if I didn't stop them.
"Race cars are cool, unlike princesses!"
"Tell that to Mulan!"
I was reluctantly about to intervene when I heard the distinctive tap of high heeled boots on the hardwood.
"Hello twerp," a smug voice drifted from the doorway, followed by a small pop as the person chomped down on their gum.
I groaned again. "Hello Chloe."
Chloe looked like a blob of black cloth with a face. This week's hair color was black with bright red highlights, and her face was caked in Loreal's entire makeup supply. She was dressed in her usual black T-shirt that was way too tight and cut way too low to be appropriate, the skinniest pair of black jeans she could find, her "R-rated boots" as I call them, and all the jewelry she had, which could fill up a Kay's jewelry store.
Suddenly Race Cars and Disney Princesses didn't seem like such a bad idea after all.
Chloe blew a bubble with her gum, popped it, and proceeded to chew it again, her lips smacking as she did so. "You haven't changed a bit," she observed snobbily, noting the damp spots on my shirt where I wiped off the pizza sauce.
"I could say the same for you," I retorted lightly. "How's the unemployment line going for ya?"
Chloe rolled her eyes and walked back to the front door, indicating that it wasn't over between us.
"Chloe is so weird sometimes," Julia remarked.
"Tell me about it," I muttered.
A loud hoot sounded from the foyer, and a redheaded woman with the body type of a bagel came sauntering into the kitchen. It was my mom's sister, Aunt Peggy.
"Well if it isn't Little Natalie!" she exclaimed in a thick New York drawl.
I unconsciously scooted my chair farther away. "Hello Aunt Peggy..."
"I haven't seen ya in so long! How's your little boyfriend doin'?" she asked. "You two still together?"
"Mike is not my boyfriend," I corrected, a little ticked off. No matter how many times I corrected her, she still called Mike my boyfriend. And she always brought it up. Still, I would take her over Chloe any day.
"Chloe needs t' take some dating advice from you. See, she goes through eight men a month, and you've only had one. And you've been together for how long now? Three years?" Aunt Peggy went on, noticing the food on the counter and edging towards it.
"Ya know, if I was your mother, I wouldn't let you date until you're at least sixteen or seventeen. I mean, dating at fourteen? That's just silly," she dragged on and on.
"Mommy! Don't eat the food yet! You have to wait until dinner!" Julia called. "I wanna play Disney Princesses with Natalie first!"
"I thought we agreed on Race Cars!" Jake protested. And so the two were at it again.
My mom finally reentered the kitchen, Uncle Will and Chloe in tow. Uncle Will was one of the skinniest men I have ever seen; the dude was practically a skeleton. He was half bald, the rest of his hair gray and frazzled. His eyes were obscured by comically large spectacles.
"Howdy do, Natalie," Uncle Will greeted, tipping his leather cowboy hat in my direction.
"Hi Uncle Will," I replied with a genuine smile. Will was my favorite out of Mom's side of the family. He liked spending time with me and my mom, but he wasn't incredibly clingy or annoying. He rarely came, but it was a blessing when he did.
Mom moved the rolls away from Aunt Peggy. "I'm so glad to see all of you again! Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, so go settle down in the guest room like you always do." She flashed a sympathetic smile at me.
"Yay! I call the space by the window!" Jake announced, racing upstairs.
"Hey! No fair! You always get the window space!" Julia careened after her brother, their muffled footsteps pounding above our heads.
Chloe looked at Mom. "So, you expect me to sleep on the floor?"
Mom looked uncomfortable. "Well...yes. That's what you always do, isn't it?"
"I literally, like, just dyed my hair yesterday. I am not ruining it." She held out a lock of her hair for impact. "I'm sleeping on a bed."
"What's the difference? In both cases you're putting your stupid hollow skull on a pillow," I snarked from the table.
Chloe was about to retort, but she saw Vincent's head poking out from the top of the couch. Her eyes widened, making her look even nastier with all that makeup. "Is that Uncle Vincent?"
Aunt Peggy and Uncle Will's heads snapped up. "Really? Vincent?" Aunt Peggy asked in disbelief.
Vincent's hand waved. "Hello. About time you noticed."
Aunt Peggy didn't waste a second. She flailed over to the man on the couch and practically tackled him, spitting out questions at a rate faster than her mind could keep up with. Uncle Will followed, slower than his wife, a toothy grin visible on half his face.
Only Chloe stayed behind, glaring at her parents. "So embarrassing," she muttered, and started shining her nail polish as if nothing had happened.
"Where in the blazes have you been?!" Uncle Will asked.
"Around," Vincent replied simply.
"Around?! Why of all the-you've been gone for more than a decade!" Aunt Peggy spluttered. "And you left your family behind! Surely there's some explanation!"
Vincent sighed. "Nope, that's pretty much it."
My mom and I watched the scene go on before us. I noticed she looked a lot more nervous than she usually did.
"I'm not sure about him," she whispered to me.
"Who?" I asked.
"Vincent."
"Oh...Well, you divorced him for a reason, right?"
"Yeah..."
"So kick him out. He's been by himself for eleven years. He'll be fine."
(A/N: To all the people with divorced parents, please do NOT be offended. As a kid with divorced parents myself, I am not intentionally offending anyone. :( )
"Are you really saying this about your own father?"
"To be fair, he did kind of...leave. Just because you guys are divorced doesn't mean he has to go away and leave his six-year-old without a dad. Remember the Father-Daughter Dance in middle school?"
"Well...I just...I can't."
I looked at her. "Why not?"
She sighed. "It's a long story, hon."
"We've got the time," I said, pointing to where Aunt Peggy and Uncle Will were interrogating Vincent.
"It's not that easy."
"What, is it like a super dark family secret or something?"
"...Kind of..."
"Well, I'm part of the family. Why can't I know?"
"Hey dweeb," a smug Chloe called from upstairs. "The twins are ransacking your room right now. By the way, I totally sent them up there."
I groaned for what seemed like the fiftieth time today. "Seeya Mom, I gotta go kill Chloe."
As I got up to leave, my mother grabbed my wrist.
"Shopping spree tomorrow, nine o'clock?" she asked.
I nodded.
A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand done! Wow, almost broke my Kindle there. :P And what is this super dark family secret that Natalie's mom is hiding? You probably know, but oh well. XD
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