Shmee did not reply, the silence was spooky.
Squee picked up Shmee, "It's there a healthy way to deal with this?"
Shmee did not say anything for a long minute then replied, "you don't want my help anymore, your all grown up now! TEENAGERS! You think you know everything, but your not much smarter than when you pooped your pants back when!"
Squee looked Disgusted as well as agitated, "hey! I never meant-"
Shmee interrupted Squee, "You know..." He started.
Squee replied, "yes?"
Shmee laughed a bit, "I have powers..."
Terror stuck poor Squee, "what kind?" he began to worry, not like Pepito he hoped. But what if there worse.
Shmee said nothing.
Squee didn't know to believe him or not, but better safe than sorry, still he wasn't about to burn his mother up.
Speaking of such, he's mother called for him, "HEY! Kid who are you talking to? Come over here for a minute!"
She still doesn't remember my name, Squee thought, but walked down stairs to where he's mother was, "yes mom?" he asked, still a bit scared over Shmee, and the fact she talked to him.
He's mother replied, "oh yeah... when I get this thing out, what do I name it?" her eyes still watered over that crying.
Squee cringed, "um... it's not a it... but... do you even know if it's a girl or boy yet?"
She took a sip of her beer, "nope..."
Squee sighed, "you shouldn't be Drinking, what if that causes birth-defects to the baby?"
Squee's mother sighed, "so?"
Squee leaned against a counter in the kitchen, "what have you ate today?"
He's mom replied, "some corn chips... and a bagel..."
Squee frowned, "you really need to eat healthier... wait, have you had a doctor check those pills you take for-"
She interrupted him, "YOUR NOT MY MOM!" she started crying again.
Squee sighed and picked up some bottles of pills; Aspirin, Zoloft, Sleeping pills, Ibpropehen, non 100% safe, "mom, you shouldn't.... the baby is what, only three months?"
She looked at him direfully, "I luged this shit load around for 4 months now..."
Squee tried to smile, "only 5 months left... try five months with out Beer, Pills, Caffeine-"
She growled, "I will always have my coffee..."
Squee sighed, "ok... at least try a healthy meal..." he opened the cabinets looking around for something..."
There was a knock on the door, squee hoped it wasn't he's dad, he asked, "Who is it?"
The knocker replied, "Pepito! I told you I'd stop by" the door was opened.
Squee replied, "I didn't- ... oh well, you know how to cook?"
Pepito walked into the Kitchen, "a bit, why?" then he looked at the Depressed Woman leaning over the table, "dude, she needs real help..." he whispered to Squee.
((Very very short... but I needed to update, no?)))
Squee picked up Shmee, "It's there a healthy way to deal with this?"
Shmee did not say anything for a long minute then replied, "you don't want my help anymore, your all grown up now! TEENAGERS! You think you know everything, but your not much smarter than when you pooped your pants back when!"
Squee looked Disgusted as well as agitated, "hey! I never meant-"
Shmee interrupted Squee, "You know..." He started.
Squee replied, "yes?"
Shmee laughed a bit, "I have powers..."
Terror stuck poor Squee, "what kind?" he began to worry, not like Pepito he hoped. But what if there worse.
Shmee said nothing.
Squee didn't know to believe him or not, but better safe than sorry, still he wasn't about to burn his mother up.
Speaking of such, he's mother called for him, "HEY! Kid who are you talking to? Come over here for a minute!"
She still doesn't remember my name, Squee thought, but walked down stairs to where he's mother was, "yes mom?" he asked, still a bit scared over Shmee, and the fact she talked to him.
He's mother replied, "oh yeah... when I get this thing out, what do I name it?" her eyes still watered over that crying.
Squee cringed, "um... it's not a it... but... do you even know if it's a girl or boy yet?"
She took a sip of her beer, "nope..."
Squee sighed, "you shouldn't be Drinking, what if that causes birth-defects to the baby?"
Squee's mother sighed, "so?"
Squee leaned against a counter in the kitchen, "what have you ate today?"
He's mom replied, "some corn chips... and a bagel..."
Squee frowned, "you really need to eat healthier... wait, have you had a doctor check those pills you take for-"
She interrupted him, "YOUR NOT MY MOM!" she started crying again.
Squee sighed and picked up some bottles of pills; Aspirin, Zoloft, Sleeping pills, Ibpropehen, non 100% safe, "mom, you shouldn't.... the baby is what, only three months?"
She looked at him direfully, "I luged this shit load around for 4 months now..."
Squee tried to smile, "only 5 months left... try five months with out Beer, Pills, Caffeine-"
She growled, "I will always have my coffee..."
Squee sighed, "ok... at least try a healthy meal..." he opened the cabinets looking around for something..."
There was a knock on the door, squee hoped it wasn't he's dad, he asked, "Who is it?"
The knocker replied, "Pepito! I told you I'd stop by" the door was opened.
Squee replied, "I didn't- ... oh well, you know how to cook?"
Pepito walked into the Kitchen, "a bit, why?" then he looked at the Depressed Woman leaning over the table, "dude, she needs real help..." he whispered to Squee.
((Very very short... but I needed to update, no?)))