Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters in this story are
borrowed from the TV show "Home Improvement". I own no characters except
for Matt. No money is being made from this story. Any resemblance of a
character in this story to any real person living or dead is purely
coincidental. Likewise, any resemblance between an organisation depicted in
this story and any such actual organisation is purely coincidental.
Authors note: I know it takes me a while to update on this story but I am in the middle of others. Thankyou for all the reviews. This chapter is set in real time (not a flashback)...I wasn't sure exactly what to do with this chapter, so please, tell me if you like it and give me ideas for the rest of the story!!! THANKS.
Chapter 7:
When Brad awoke the next morning, he found that everybody was already down at breakfast. Without bothering to get dressed, he slowly walked down the stairs. He remembered what he told Randy the other night and was beginning to regret it. Now he'd really need to keep his guard up.
"Hey Brad" Tim said, as he made his way to the table. "Big night last night, huh?"
"What? No, no. Just didn't sleep well." Brad said, knowing Randy was staring at him.
"That's been happening a lot lately hasn't it sweetie? Maybe we should take you to the doctor...get some sleeping pills or something?" Jill said, worried that his lack of sleep would take a tole on his school work.
"No, no Mom. I'm fine. I swear. It's nothing.... Just having too much caffeine. That's all".
"If you say so."
"You're sure that's all it is Brad? Sure nothing is bothering you, maybe eating at your mind? Nothing's stressing you out?" Randy said, staring Brad directly in the eye. He thought he would give Brad an opportunity to tell his parents.
"No Randy. Why would it be?" Brad said, keeping Randy's eye contact.
"Am I missing something?" Tim said, looking up after finishing his pancakes. "Look, I've got to get down to the studio. Whatever it is between you two, sort it out. It's family fights that cause kids to do drugs (Brad and Randy instantly look at him). Now, what time is dinner tonight?" He said, looking at Jill.
"I don't know. Usual time? 7:00?"
Brad and Randy left the table and went up to their rooms. As they approached the top of the stairs, Brad grabbed Randy. "What were you thinking? What were you doing? If you've even hinted to Mom or Dad, I'll kill you!"
"I didn't. I swear. And you want me to hold up my end of the bargain? How about you hold up yours!"
"I have. OK? I HAVE"
"How do I know?"
"You know Randy, it's my life. And if that's what I choose to do. That's my right."
"Not when it's illegal!"
"Fuck you Randy"
"Fuck you Brad"
Both walked off in different directions and slammed their doors. Neither realised that Jill had heard every word, and was downstairs on the phone to Tim now.
Authors note: I know it takes me a while to update on this story but I am in the middle of others. Thankyou for all the reviews. This chapter is set in real time (not a flashback)...I wasn't sure exactly what to do with this chapter, so please, tell me if you like it and give me ideas for the rest of the story!!! THANKS.
Chapter 7:
When Brad awoke the next morning, he found that everybody was already down at breakfast. Without bothering to get dressed, he slowly walked down the stairs. He remembered what he told Randy the other night and was beginning to regret it. Now he'd really need to keep his guard up.
"Hey Brad" Tim said, as he made his way to the table. "Big night last night, huh?"
"What? No, no. Just didn't sleep well." Brad said, knowing Randy was staring at him.
"That's been happening a lot lately hasn't it sweetie? Maybe we should take you to the doctor...get some sleeping pills or something?" Jill said, worried that his lack of sleep would take a tole on his school work.
"No, no Mom. I'm fine. I swear. It's nothing.... Just having too much caffeine. That's all".
"If you say so."
"You're sure that's all it is Brad? Sure nothing is bothering you, maybe eating at your mind? Nothing's stressing you out?" Randy said, staring Brad directly in the eye. He thought he would give Brad an opportunity to tell his parents.
"No Randy. Why would it be?" Brad said, keeping Randy's eye contact.
"Am I missing something?" Tim said, looking up after finishing his pancakes. "Look, I've got to get down to the studio. Whatever it is between you two, sort it out. It's family fights that cause kids to do drugs (Brad and Randy instantly look at him). Now, what time is dinner tonight?" He said, looking at Jill.
"I don't know. Usual time? 7:00?"
Brad and Randy left the table and went up to their rooms. As they approached the top of the stairs, Brad grabbed Randy. "What were you thinking? What were you doing? If you've even hinted to Mom or Dad, I'll kill you!"
"I didn't. I swear. And you want me to hold up my end of the bargain? How about you hold up yours!"
"I have. OK? I HAVE"
"How do I know?"
"You know Randy, it's my life. And if that's what I choose to do. That's my right."
"Not when it's illegal!"
"Fuck you Randy"
"Fuck you Brad"
Both walked off in different directions and slammed their doors. Neither realised that Jill had heard every word, and was downstairs on the phone to Tim now.