[A/N: before I begin, I'd like to say that I'm unsure if it snows in
Hawaii. If it does, whoopee for me; if not, this truly is a work of
fiction]
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The snow outside was perfect for playing in: thick and wet, but not sloppy or slushy.
Wrapped up tight and cozy in several layers of snowsuits, Garon sat happily in the snow while rolling a torso for his snowman.
He found is a bit difficult to work with gloves on, but his hands froze when he took them off. Even if they did, it wouldn't be enough to lower Garon's spirits. Winter was his favorite time of year, and he appreciated the cold season like no one else. For him, nothing could go wrong if the snow was falling at a playful rate.
...Well, almost nothing...
What Garon didn't know was the figure sneaking up from behind him...he didn't know that he was about to receive a very unpleasant surprise.
Suddenly, he heard somebody call him from behind;
"Hey, Garon!"
He turned around to face the person-
SHMACK!!!
...
...
...
For a moment, Garon didn't know what had hit him...all he knew was that the right side of his face was cold and stinging...
He took off one of his gloves and felt up to his cheek...and his fingers met a nasty, drippy piece of sheer coldness commonly referred to as a 'slushball'.
He opened his good eye, and saw his brother doubled over in laughter.
"Hey, I gotcha real good, huh?", Aron laughed as if the entire thing was hilarious.
***
Now, it was bad enough that Aron had thrown something at Garon...but to throw a slushball was clearly against the unwritten rules. A slushball, unlike a snowball, would not only hit you, but soak through your snowsuit, into your underwear and eventually into your galoshes.
For a few seconds, Garon sat there stunned...before whimpering;
"Hey, man...why'd you hit me in the face with a slushball?"
And then he jumped up, picked up the snowball and threw it. Aron was faster because he wasn't garbed in as much winter-enduring attire as his brother, and he quickly ran away and out of sight, leaving Garon only to yell the worst insult that he knew of;
"You stupidhead!"
And he stopped running...and noticed that tears were forming in his eyes...and he didn't even care. He just sat down in the snow. It began to melt right through his four pairs of corduroys, but he didn't even care. He knew that if he came home and saw his father, all he'd hear would be;
"You dummy, how come you sat down in the snow and got yourself wet anyway?!"
That wasn't much comfort.
***
But as he sat there, cold and wet in the snow, a new feeling crept over him...and that feeling was...the need for revenge.
"I'm gonna get you, Aron...", he mumbled under his breath.
"I'm gonna get you..."
And Garon got up...and he began to make a snowball for his brother...and it was ever so perfect...
However, Garon did not go out and search for Aron...that, he thought, would spoil the fun...
So he went inside...and he hid it in the freezer.
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4 Months Later
*********
It was 174 degrees Fahrenheit, and the sun was burning up the sky brutally.
Aron and Garon sat on the shaded porch of the Pelekai house, sipping at bottles of fizzy lemonade.
Over the time that had passed, Garon had gone to great length to prove to his brother that he was his greatest friend.
He now looked down upon his brother, who was blissfully telling his little jokes in between sips from his bottle. Garon laughed along, but in his mind he was repeating over and over the phrase;
"You stupidhead."
After a while, he stood up and informed Aron that he was going to get them another pair of lemonade bottles ["You stupidhead"], and that he'd be right back ["You stupidhead"].
And he went inside, feeling quite evil, entered the kitchen ["You stupidhead], pulled up a chair, opened the small door of the freezer ["You stupidhead"], and saw that somebody had thrown the snowball away.
...
So Garon climbed the stairs up to the bathroom, got himself a bucketful of ice-cold water, went back downstairs onto the porch, and soaked his brother mercilessly, while shouting;
"You stupidhead!"
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[A/N: how'd y'all like that one? I think I'm gonna put up about two more after this, and possibly more in the future.
piewolvesandsuch asked me a question if Owen hated his kids...and I'll tell you right now that he doesn't. I'll admit that he gets irritated at them very easily, but he loves them more than life itself.
Later!]
*********
The snow outside was perfect for playing in: thick and wet, but not sloppy or slushy.
Wrapped up tight and cozy in several layers of snowsuits, Garon sat happily in the snow while rolling a torso for his snowman.
He found is a bit difficult to work with gloves on, but his hands froze when he took them off. Even if they did, it wouldn't be enough to lower Garon's spirits. Winter was his favorite time of year, and he appreciated the cold season like no one else. For him, nothing could go wrong if the snow was falling at a playful rate.
...Well, almost nothing...
What Garon didn't know was the figure sneaking up from behind him...he didn't know that he was about to receive a very unpleasant surprise.
Suddenly, he heard somebody call him from behind;
"Hey, Garon!"
He turned around to face the person-
SHMACK!!!
...
...
...
For a moment, Garon didn't know what had hit him...all he knew was that the right side of his face was cold and stinging...
He took off one of his gloves and felt up to his cheek...and his fingers met a nasty, drippy piece of sheer coldness commonly referred to as a 'slushball'.
He opened his good eye, and saw his brother doubled over in laughter.
"Hey, I gotcha real good, huh?", Aron laughed as if the entire thing was hilarious.
***
Now, it was bad enough that Aron had thrown something at Garon...but to throw a slushball was clearly against the unwritten rules. A slushball, unlike a snowball, would not only hit you, but soak through your snowsuit, into your underwear and eventually into your galoshes.
For a few seconds, Garon sat there stunned...before whimpering;
"Hey, man...why'd you hit me in the face with a slushball?"
And then he jumped up, picked up the snowball and threw it. Aron was faster because he wasn't garbed in as much winter-enduring attire as his brother, and he quickly ran away and out of sight, leaving Garon only to yell the worst insult that he knew of;
"You stupidhead!"
And he stopped running...and noticed that tears were forming in his eyes...and he didn't even care. He just sat down in the snow. It began to melt right through his four pairs of corduroys, but he didn't even care. He knew that if he came home and saw his father, all he'd hear would be;
"You dummy, how come you sat down in the snow and got yourself wet anyway?!"
That wasn't much comfort.
***
But as he sat there, cold and wet in the snow, a new feeling crept over him...and that feeling was...the need for revenge.
"I'm gonna get you, Aron...", he mumbled under his breath.
"I'm gonna get you..."
And Garon got up...and he began to make a snowball for his brother...and it was ever so perfect...
However, Garon did not go out and search for Aron...that, he thought, would spoil the fun...
So he went inside...and he hid it in the freezer.
*********
4 Months Later
*********
It was 174 degrees Fahrenheit, and the sun was burning up the sky brutally.
Aron and Garon sat on the shaded porch of the Pelekai house, sipping at bottles of fizzy lemonade.
Over the time that had passed, Garon had gone to great length to prove to his brother that he was his greatest friend.
He now looked down upon his brother, who was blissfully telling his little jokes in between sips from his bottle. Garon laughed along, but in his mind he was repeating over and over the phrase;
"You stupidhead."
After a while, he stood up and informed Aron that he was going to get them another pair of lemonade bottles ["You stupidhead"], and that he'd be right back ["You stupidhead"].
And he went inside, feeling quite evil, entered the kitchen ["You stupidhead], pulled up a chair, opened the small door of the freezer ["You stupidhead"], and saw that somebody had thrown the snowball away.
...
So Garon climbed the stairs up to the bathroom, got himself a bucketful of ice-cold water, went back downstairs onto the porch, and soaked his brother mercilessly, while shouting;
"You stupidhead!"
*********
[A/N: how'd y'all like that one? I think I'm gonna put up about two more after this, and possibly more in the future.
piewolvesandsuch asked me a question if Owen hated his kids...and I'll tell you right now that he doesn't. I'll admit that he gets irritated at them very easily, but he loves them more than life itself.
Later!]