CHAPTER FOUR
Tim went through Monday without getting into trouble-for once. He figured if he kept his mouth shut, he wouldn't get hassled.
His theory proved right and he was heading for home-on time. No detention.
Uncle Raphael was there, dressed in his uniform, his large shell protruding from it-making him look like a hunchback in uniform. It sometimes embarrassed Tim-to have mutant turtles as Uncles, but for most part, they were all pretty cool Uncles.
" Hey there kid," Uncle Raph greeted him.
" Hi." Tim replied and his father looked surprised.
" You're home early,"
" Yeah well…" Tim shrugged.
" You actually didn't get detention?" Uncle Raph stared at him, half amused.
" No, I don't always get detention," Tim shot back, " Get off my case will ya?"
" Okay, okay, sheesh." Raph rolled his eyes.
" Before you go son, I'd like to have a word with you." Leo said, downing his cup pf green tea.
" What is it this time?" Tim demanded.
" Where were you Saturday night?"
" I was at home, why?"
" Are you sure?" Leo stared at him and Tim glanced over at Raphael, his heart sinking. Raph had seen him that night, he knew it!
" Well, uh-"
" Because your Uncle seems to think he saw you running away from that warehouse at the docks with those friends of yours-and this was around midnight." Leo's eyes looked pleadingly at his son, " Tell me this isn't true Tim."
" Well, um…" Tim was interrupted by his Uncle.
" I found empty booze bottles all over the warehouse floor," Uncle Raph told him, " Tim, don't you that drinking can seriously damage you're health?"
" I only had a few," Tim burst out before he realised what he just said. His face went beet red, " I mean-"
" Timothy Dale Cooper-how could you?" Leo looked at him with utter disappointment, " Being caught smoking is bad enough, but drinking? I have to tell your mother," Leo went on,
" I've never been this disappointed in you."
" Thanks a lot for getting me into trouble!" Tim turned his anger on Uncle Raphael, his dark eyes blazing.
" Listen buddy, I did it for your own good." Raph defended himself.
" I am not your buddy," Tim hissed, " from now on, I'm not speaking to you!" he knew he was sounding childish, but he didn't care. It was Uncle Raph's fault he was in deep trouble.
" Have it your way," Raph shrugged " but one day, you'll thank me."
" As if I would, " Tim snarled.
" That's enough Tim-go to your room," Leo snapped.
" What?" Tim turned to his father, " You can't send to me my room like I'm some five year old. I'm eighteen!"
" Well, you are acting like a child. Go to your room and stay up there til I decided what do with you." Leo ordered.
Tim stormed up the stairs and they heard the door slam loudly. Raph winced, " I've never seen him that angry before."
" I have." Leo assured him, " he hates it when people he likes-and trusts-get him in trouble."
" Maybe I should go up and apologize," Raph said.
" You did the right thing Raph. He might not realize it, but it was for his own good."
" What are we going to do with that kid?" Raph wondered.
* * *
Tim sulked in his room for most of the night, he didn't come down for dinner either. His parents had grounded him for three weeks, he wasn't allowed to do anything.
I am eighteen years old, too old to get grounded! He thought to himself darkly. Zach never gets grounded. He's so perfect he makes me want to throw up. He added to himself.
Tim was feeling extra mean tonight, so he went down the hallway to his brother's bedroom. Zach was sitting in his armchair, flipping through a magazine.
" I bet you're happy," Tim said, lounging against the doorjamb.
" About your punishment? No, why should I be?" Zach answered, running a hand through his neatly combed hair.
" You enjoy seeing me getting intro trouble don't ya?" Tim went on, " your life must be so boring."
" It's not boring," Zach's green eyes flashed angrily and Tim smiled. He liked hassling his brother until he got angry.
" Yeah? When was the last time you did something fun with that drippy girlfriend of yours?"
" We went to the movies last night," Zach snapped, " and don't call Diane drippy!"
" Oh c'mon, she's not exactly a supermodel is she?" Tim taunted, referring to a hot-shot supermodel back in his father's time.
" She's just as pretty as a supermodel," Zach defended Diane, " but looks aren't everything Timothy-Diane's got brains as well."
Tim glared darkly at him before leaving the room. On his way back to his own bedroom, a plan formulated in his mind….
Tim went through Monday without getting into trouble-for once. He figured if he kept his mouth shut, he wouldn't get hassled.
His theory proved right and he was heading for home-on time. No detention.
Uncle Raphael was there, dressed in his uniform, his large shell protruding from it-making him look like a hunchback in uniform. It sometimes embarrassed Tim-to have mutant turtles as Uncles, but for most part, they were all pretty cool Uncles.
" Hey there kid," Uncle Raph greeted him.
" Hi." Tim replied and his father looked surprised.
" You're home early,"
" Yeah well…" Tim shrugged.
" You actually didn't get detention?" Uncle Raph stared at him, half amused.
" No, I don't always get detention," Tim shot back, " Get off my case will ya?"
" Okay, okay, sheesh." Raph rolled his eyes.
" Before you go son, I'd like to have a word with you." Leo said, downing his cup pf green tea.
" What is it this time?" Tim demanded.
" Where were you Saturday night?"
" I was at home, why?"
" Are you sure?" Leo stared at him and Tim glanced over at Raphael, his heart sinking. Raph had seen him that night, he knew it!
" Well, uh-"
" Because your Uncle seems to think he saw you running away from that warehouse at the docks with those friends of yours-and this was around midnight." Leo's eyes looked pleadingly at his son, " Tell me this isn't true Tim."
" Well, um…" Tim was interrupted by his Uncle.
" I found empty booze bottles all over the warehouse floor," Uncle Raph told him, " Tim, don't you that drinking can seriously damage you're health?"
" I only had a few," Tim burst out before he realised what he just said. His face went beet red, " I mean-"
" Timothy Dale Cooper-how could you?" Leo looked at him with utter disappointment, " Being caught smoking is bad enough, but drinking? I have to tell your mother," Leo went on,
" I've never been this disappointed in you."
" Thanks a lot for getting me into trouble!" Tim turned his anger on Uncle Raphael, his dark eyes blazing.
" Listen buddy, I did it for your own good." Raph defended himself.
" I am not your buddy," Tim hissed, " from now on, I'm not speaking to you!" he knew he was sounding childish, but he didn't care. It was Uncle Raph's fault he was in deep trouble.
" Have it your way," Raph shrugged " but one day, you'll thank me."
" As if I would, " Tim snarled.
" That's enough Tim-go to your room," Leo snapped.
" What?" Tim turned to his father, " You can't send to me my room like I'm some five year old. I'm eighteen!"
" Well, you are acting like a child. Go to your room and stay up there til I decided what do with you." Leo ordered.
Tim stormed up the stairs and they heard the door slam loudly. Raph winced, " I've never seen him that angry before."
" I have." Leo assured him, " he hates it when people he likes-and trusts-get him in trouble."
" Maybe I should go up and apologize," Raph said.
" You did the right thing Raph. He might not realize it, but it was for his own good."
" What are we going to do with that kid?" Raph wondered.
* * *
Tim sulked in his room for most of the night, he didn't come down for dinner either. His parents had grounded him for three weeks, he wasn't allowed to do anything.
I am eighteen years old, too old to get grounded! He thought to himself darkly. Zach never gets grounded. He's so perfect he makes me want to throw up. He added to himself.
Tim was feeling extra mean tonight, so he went down the hallway to his brother's bedroom. Zach was sitting in his armchair, flipping through a magazine.
" I bet you're happy," Tim said, lounging against the doorjamb.
" About your punishment? No, why should I be?" Zach answered, running a hand through his neatly combed hair.
" You enjoy seeing me getting intro trouble don't ya?" Tim went on, " your life must be so boring."
" It's not boring," Zach's green eyes flashed angrily and Tim smiled. He liked hassling his brother until he got angry.
" Yeah? When was the last time you did something fun with that drippy girlfriend of yours?"
" We went to the movies last night," Zach snapped, " and don't call Diane drippy!"
" Oh c'mon, she's not exactly a supermodel is she?" Tim taunted, referring to a hot-shot supermodel back in his father's time.
" She's just as pretty as a supermodel," Zach defended Diane, " but looks aren't everything Timothy-Diane's got brains as well."
Tim glared darkly at him before leaving the room. On his way back to his own bedroom, a plan formulated in his mind….