Darry had just gotten out of the shower after working all day. He plopped down lengthwise on the couch and closed his eyes.
"Hey, Pony, what are you doing?"
"Finishing up some homework, why?"
"You mind taking out the trash?"
Long pause. "Yeah, I guess.."
"Thanks, buddy," Darry mumbled, drifting off to sleep.
I closed my history book and dragged myself to the garage. 5 bags of trash. I guess we hadn't taken it out in a while. I tried to pick up one in each hand like I had seen Soda do last time it was his turn to take out trash. I couldn't even get the bags off the ground. I had to grasp both hands around the knot at the top of one bag and hefted it over my right shoulder. "If I pull a muscle, Darry owes me.." I mumbled. I staggered out the side door and dumped the garbage bag on the curb. 4 trips more and I was finished.
Rubbing my sore arms, I walked around to the front of the house and smoked a cigarette while watching the sunset. It was one of the better ones I had seen lately. The way the light hit all the clouds made the sky glow.
I finished my cigarette and rubbed out the butt on the porch step. I came back inside the house expecting to find Darry passed out on the couch. Instead, Darry was half-lying on the couch, half-twisted around to talk to Soda, who had just come into the living room from the kitchen.
"Hey, Darry, have you ever started to make pancakes, then decided you really didn't want pancakes and then just started drinking the batter to finish it off?"
Darry just stared at him in disgust for a minute before falling back on the couch and throwing an arm over his eyes. "No. Absolutely not."
Soda rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, uh, me neither. Boy, that sure would be weird." I guess he sensed that I was standing behind him, because he turned and grinned at me, a thick blue paste covering the lower half of his face. "I think this might stain.." he laughed, heading to the bathroom to wash it off.
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"Hey, Pony, what are you doing?"
"Finishing up some homework, why?"
"You mind taking out the trash?"
Long pause. "Yeah, I guess.."
"Thanks, buddy," Darry mumbled, drifting off to sleep.
I closed my history book and dragged myself to the garage. 5 bags of trash. I guess we hadn't taken it out in a while. I tried to pick up one in each hand like I had seen Soda do last time it was his turn to take out trash. I couldn't even get the bags off the ground. I had to grasp both hands around the knot at the top of one bag and hefted it over my right shoulder. "If I pull a muscle, Darry owes me.." I mumbled. I staggered out the side door and dumped the garbage bag on the curb. 4 trips more and I was finished.
Rubbing my sore arms, I walked around to the front of the house and smoked a cigarette while watching the sunset. It was one of the better ones I had seen lately. The way the light hit all the clouds made the sky glow.
I finished my cigarette and rubbed out the butt on the porch step. I came back inside the house expecting to find Darry passed out on the couch. Instead, Darry was half-lying on the couch, half-twisted around to talk to Soda, who had just come into the living room from the kitchen.
"Hey, Darry, have you ever started to make pancakes, then decided you really didn't want pancakes and then just started drinking the batter to finish it off?"
Darry just stared at him in disgust for a minute before falling back on the couch and throwing an arm over his eyes. "No. Absolutely not."
Soda rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, uh, me neither. Boy, that sure would be weird." I guess he sensed that I was standing behind him, because he turned and grinned at me, a thick blue paste covering the lower half of his face. "I think this might stain.." he laughed, heading to the bathroom to wash it off.
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