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Pretender." They belong to Steve Long Mitchell, Craig W. Sickel, and TNT.
Warning: If you like Zoe or Thomas. Don't Read!! Because this only gets worse.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 37 Dream[pic]
Restaurant Main Street 12:15 P.M.
An elongated table was set-up for the unusual group but no one dared to sit down. Junior bounced into the room looked at group, which was fright with tension. Shaking his head he took matters into his hands.
"Emily, please sit" pulling out a chair for her, 'one down nine to go' pointing to a chair next to her "Major" 'two down' skipping passed the Major.
Pulls put another chair "Mother" 'three down' turning around Junior pass the Major again. "Ethan, here" is pointing to the chair on the other side of Emily. 'Four.' Pointing to the chair next to Ethan, "Broots". The end of the table "Sydney" was placed in direct eye line of Miss Parker. 'Five and six.' Jarod makes a beeline to the chair next to Sydney, but Junior cuts him off.
"Sorry, Jarod but I wanted to take this opportunity to talk to Sydney about Paris. You understand, right?" Watching the older man nod, 'good' glancing over to Debbie and Jason, "Hey, D come sit next to me and Jason you sit on the other side." When the sitting arraignments are all said and done, Miss Parker has Major on her right and Jarod on her left making it to late to protest.
Glancing at his mother under his lashes 'now deal.'
"Well, Miss Parker I heard your father passed away, I'm sorry," says Major Charles.
"Thanks."
"The funeral service was nice," states Jarod.
Looking at Jarod dead in the eyes, "Really, I wouldn't know. Something *more* important came up," she hisses at him. Jarod grimaces.
"What could have possibly been more important then *Daddy*?" quietly snaps Jarod.
Miss Parker smiles secretively at him "Wouldn't you love to know." Inhaling sharply Jarod tries to control his ragging emotions.
Neither adult noticed the looks passing between Junior, Debbie, and Jason. The boys lean close to Debbie, "Are they *always* like that?"
"No," the boys answer in together. "Sometimes they bring out the worst, sometimes the best in each other."
"Wow, surround sound."
The waiter came around to get the lunch and drinks for the group. Syd ordered Eggplant Parmigiana with Ice Tea, Broots ordered stuffed shells with a Diet Pepsi. Ethan looked almost afraid to order anything.
"Hey, Ethan we're ordering two pizza's one White and one regular with pepperoni," says Jason "You want some of ours?"
"Yes," smiling gently at him "and for drink I'll have a regular Pepsi."
"White pizza sounds good," comments Major Charles.
"We are ordering a large, so if you want have some," suggests Junior "join us."
Looking at Junior he sees the boy studding the menu, "Ok I will. I'll also have a regular Pepsi."
"I'll have a garden salad," says Emily immediately Junior cuts her off, "I'll have a shot of tequila."
"What!" says the shocked group.
"For every salad anyone orders I'll have a shot," proclaims Junior staring at his mother.
"Junior," warns Miss Parker the tension in the air goes up. Emily looks for mother to son neither one looked willing to back down.
"Ok, I'll change my order. I'll have the Crab Alfredo, with a diet Pepsi."
"Then I guess I'll have to pass on the shot of tequila, Mother what are you planning on having, hmm?" Junior practically purrs at her.
"I'll have the broccoli pasta with a glass of water and a glass of diet Pepsi. Jarod?"
"I'll have, hmm, I'll have the spaghetti with meat balls."
"Ok, we'll have two large pizza's one cheese and pepperoni, one white. Jason is haven a regular Pepsi, D is haven a diet and I'll also have a regular Pepsi."
With the order's placed the waiter, leaves. Soon the air becomes uncomfortable, unable to stand the tension, Junior started to tell stories about his life of a Centre operative first story had to do with handling Mr. Wheeze-Squeaky who liked to play with dangerous substances, at the same time messing up other operative's desks, causing many major delays. Knowing this set-up his desk to teach Mr. Wheeze-Squeaky a lesion. That lesson was to leave the other operatives desks alone.
The drinks arrive, Jason questions on how, which Junior answer. Which brought about nervous fit of laughter from the grown-up because they knew Junior really did that and innocent laughter from Debbie and Jason.
During dinner, Junior told a short story of his follow operatives helping a Mr. Tan. Whom hostile operatives trapped, they wanted the converted secrets he held in his head. His fellow operatives planed and launch a successful retrieval mission. After his de-briefing, Mr. Tan has enjoyed a happy re-union with his family. Which made everyone laugh at the ludicrousness of the story.
"Junior, you make your job seem like a mission impossible episode," laughs Debbie, "What are you going to do fun in Paris?"
A wide smile crosses his face, "Plot and plan."
"Oh God," laughs Debbie "Forget I asked."
Miss Parker, Debbie and Emily excuse themselves to go to the bathroom. This gives Major Charles the perfect opportunity to teach Junior a lesion of his own. He signals the waiter, orders a bottle of tequila.
"So," starts the Major "You *like* tequila?"
"Yeah, it's my drink of choice," smirks Junior. The waiter brings the Major his order along with wedges of lime.
"Sit next to Jarod, and have a shot with me." Jason gets up, Junior gets up snags a wedge of lime sits in Jason's chair, hold out his hand for the shot. Crocks an eyebrow and waits. The Major pours Junior a shot hands it to him then pours himself one.
"To living," says Junior then downs the drink and sucks the lime. He sits back, "Are you going to drink that or just stair at it?" The Major takes the shot. "It's not bad stuff but the Don Hollio at the Brouhaha is better." This shocks the Major because he knows the bar named Brouhaha in Jersey and the type of tequila Junior likes.
"Do you have a drinking problem?" he questions the boy quietly.
"Nope, just a liking for tequila."
Main Street 2:15 P.M.
Centre town cars pull away from the restaurant, after Jason and Debbie exchanged e-mail address. Looking at his son, Jarod notices a depressed look "Jason what's wrong?"
"Debbie is headed to *Paris* with Junior."
*********************************************** Poor Jason. Dream
Warning: If you like Zoe or Thomas. Don't Read!! Because this only gets worse.
Where my pretty one lies.. Part 37 Dream[pic]
Restaurant Main Street 12:15 P.M.
An elongated table was set-up for the unusual group but no one dared to sit down. Junior bounced into the room looked at group, which was fright with tension. Shaking his head he took matters into his hands.
"Emily, please sit" pulling out a chair for her, 'one down nine to go' pointing to a chair next to her "Major" 'two down' skipping passed the Major.
Pulls put another chair "Mother" 'three down' turning around Junior pass the Major again. "Ethan, here" is pointing to the chair on the other side of Emily. 'Four.' Pointing to the chair next to Ethan, "Broots". The end of the table "Sydney" was placed in direct eye line of Miss Parker. 'Five and six.' Jarod makes a beeline to the chair next to Sydney, but Junior cuts him off.
"Sorry, Jarod but I wanted to take this opportunity to talk to Sydney about Paris. You understand, right?" Watching the older man nod, 'good' glancing over to Debbie and Jason, "Hey, D come sit next to me and Jason you sit on the other side." When the sitting arraignments are all said and done, Miss Parker has Major on her right and Jarod on her left making it to late to protest.
Glancing at his mother under his lashes 'now deal.'
"Well, Miss Parker I heard your father passed away, I'm sorry," says Major Charles.
"Thanks."
"The funeral service was nice," states Jarod.
Looking at Jarod dead in the eyes, "Really, I wouldn't know. Something *more* important came up," she hisses at him. Jarod grimaces.
"What could have possibly been more important then *Daddy*?" quietly snaps Jarod.
Miss Parker smiles secretively at him "Wouldn't you love to know." Inhaling sharply Jarod tries to control his ragging emotions.
Neither adult noticed the looks passing between Junior, Debbie, and Jason. The boys lean close to Debbie, "Are they *always* like that?"
"No," the boys answer in together. "Sometimes they bring out the worst, sometimes the best in each other."
"Wow, surround sound."
The waiter came around to get the lunch and drinks for the group. Syd ordered Eggplant Parmigiana with Ice Tea, Broots ordered stuffed shells with a Diet Pepsi. Ethan looked almost afraid to order anything.
"Hey, Ethan we're ordering two pizza's one White and one regular with pepperoni," says Jason "You want some of ours?"
"Yes," smiling gently at him "and for drink I'll have a regular Pepsi."
"White pizza sounds good," comments Major Charles.
"We are ordering a large, so if you want have some," suggests Junior "join us."
Looking at Junior he sees the boy studding the menu, "Ok I will. I'll also have a regular Pepsi."
"I'll have a garden salad," says Emily immediately Junior cuts her off, "I'll have a shot of tequila."
"What!" says the shocked group.
"For every salad anyone orders I'll have a shot," proclaims Junior staring at his mother.
"Junior," warns Miss Parker the tension in the air goes up. Emily looks for mother to son neither one looked willing to back down.
"Ok, I'll change my order. I'll have the Crab Alfredo, with a diet Pepsi."
"Then I guess I'll have to pass on the shot of tequila, Mother what are you planning on having, hmm?" Junior practically purrs at her.
"I'll have the broccoli pasta with a glass of water and a glass of diet Pepsi. Jarod?"
"I'll have, hmm, I'll have the spaghetti with meat balls."
"Ok, we'll have two large pizza's one cheese and pepperoni, one white. Jason is haven a regular Pepsi, D is haven a diet and I'll also have a regular Pepsi."
With the order's placed the waiter, leaves. Soon the air becomes uncomfortable, unable to stand the tension, Junior started to tell stories about his life of a Centre operative first story had to do with handling Mr. Wheeze-Squeaky who liked to play with dangerous substances, at the same time messing up other operative's desks, causing many major delays. Knowing this set-up his desk to teach Mr. Wheeze-Squeaky a lesion. That lesson was to leave the other operatives desks alone.
The drinks arrive, Jason questions on how, which Junior answer. Which brought about nervous fit of laughter from the grown-up because they knew Junior really did that and innocent laughter from Debbie and Jason.
During dinner, Junior told a short story of his follow operatives helping a Mr. Tan. Whom hostile operatives trapped, they wanted the converted secrets he held in his head. His fellow operatives planed and launch a successful retrieval mission. After his de-briefing, Mr. Tan has enjoyed a happy re-union with his family. Which made everyone laugh at the ludicrousness of the story.
"Junior, you make your job seem like a mission impossible episode," laughs Debbie, "What are you going to do fun in Paris?"
A wide smile crosses his face, "Plot and plan."
"Oh God," laughs Debbie "Forget I asked."
Miss Parker, Debbie and Emily excuse themselves to go to the bathroom. This gives Major Charles the perfect opportunity to teach Junior a lesion of his own. He signals the waiter, orders a bottle of tequila.
"So," starts the Major "You *like* tequila?"
"Yeah, it's my drink of choice," smirks Junior. The waiter brings the Major his order along with wedges of lime.
"Sit next to Jarod, and have a shot with me." Jason gets up, Junior gets up snags a wedge of lime sits in Jason's chair, hold out his hand for the shot. Crocks an eyebrow and waits. The Major pours Junior a shot hands it to him then pours himself one.
"To living," says Junior then downs the drink and sucks the lime. He sits back, "Are you going to drink that or just stair at it?" The Major takes the shot. "It's not bad stuff but the Don Hollio at the Brouhaha is better." This shocks the Major because he knows the bar named Brouhaha in Jersey and the type of tequila Junior likes.
"Do you have a drinking problem?" he questions the boy quietly.
"Nope, just a liking for tequila."
Main Street 2:15 P.M.
Centre town cars pull away from the restaurant, after Jason and Debbie exchanged e-mail address. Looking at his son, Jarod notices a depressed look "Jason what's wrong?"
"Debbie is headed to *Paris* with Junior."
*********************************************** Poor Jason. Dream