A.N.: Wow. Another chapter. Amazing, ain't it? Lol. And here y'all probably
thought I forgot 'bout yah. Hehe. Well, Enjoy!
Lenore's view
"Randy, are you sure your Mom's not gonna kick me out like last time?"
"Lenore, Dad said he'd take care of it, so he'll take care of it. Don't worry about it so much. You know Dad won't let her kick yah out."
"But-"
"Baby Doll, for once, please just be your tough guy self and relax," Brad almost begged. "Your worrying is starting to make ME worry, and I know Dad's NOT gonna let yah leave with your arm wrapped up like that."
I sighed. "Oh, alright." I lay back down on Randy's bed, and placed my good arm over my eyes, to shield out the light. Soon I felt someone prying my arm up slightly
"Whatcha thinking 'bout?" Randy asked, after I'd let him lift my arm up, so he could see my eyes. "Hmm?"
"Nothing," I muttered.
He grinned. "I know you," he said. "You're thinking that once Dad leaves for work, Mom's gonna kick you out and take off with us."
"Maybe," I mumbled, letting my arm drop back down.
He removed my arm from my face once again. I groaned and just laid there, unwilling to do anything else. Soon though, I felt his lips on mine, and couldn't help but smile as he kissed me. When he pulled back, I was grinning up at him, my eyes now open.
"Thanks," I whispered.
He smiled down at me. "No problem." He laid down next to me then, and grabbed my good hand, and played with my fingers.
We lay there staring at the ceiling, just talking while Brad and Mark played video games, for what seemed to be forever. When, actually, it had only been about twenty minutes. That's when the door opened and Tim came in. He threw the two of us a smile, then sat down on Brad's bed.
"Lenore, you're staying here," he told me, the boys listening. "And if Jill tries ANYTHING to get rid of you, you let me know a.s.a.p. Alright?"
I nodded. "Okay," I answered.
"And no hiding it because you're afraid something bad will happen if you do tell," Tim added. "I won't stand for her trying to throw you out. We teach the boys to be tolerant of others, so she'll have to be tolerant as well."
I nodded again, and tried to stifle a yawn. Though I didn't want to admit it, I was tired. Extremely tired. The painkillers were starting to kick in. if you're wondering when I took one, it was when we were in the car. Tim stopped off and bought some bottled water so I could take them.
"Well, its time for supper boys," Tim stated. "And, no, it's not Mom's burnt offerings. I ordered Chinese take-out."
"Alright!" The guy cheered. "Take-out!"
I tried to sit up when Randy did, but Tim stopped me. I gave him a confused look.
"Nuh-uh kiddo," he said. "You rest right now; you need it."
"But-" I tried to protest.
"I'll have Randy bring you something up later," he told me. "For now, sleep. Alright?"
"Oh, alright," I sighed heavily.
I may've been tired, but I was hungry too. Yeesh. I can't seem to win, now can I? Grr. Hehe. Don't mind me. I'm just mad because my tummy and head are arguing over whose more important, thus starting to give me a headache.
I lay back down, and watched as they all left the room, Randy being the last out. I knew he'd be last as he always has to make sure I'm A-ok. Hehe. I'm special.
"I won't be long," Randy said. "I promise. I know you don't like being alone when here."
I gave him a small smile. "Quit reading my mind," I joked. "And go eat before your mom brings out her alien slop."
He laughed, kissed me on the head, then left after covering me up with a blanket. The blanket, which was two different shades of blue, had been lying at the foot of his bed.
I fell asleep shortly after he'd left me alone, and didn't wake up again until quite late. Actually, it was around midnight when I woke up extremely hungry. Wasn't my fault I hadn't eaten supper. I rolled over and found Randy lying at my side. But he looked too cute to wake up, so I left him where he was. Amazingly I managed to wriggle out of his grasp and slide out of bed without him noticing any, which was good.
"Now what?" I thought. "If I go downstairs and Jill catches me, she'll think I'm trying to steal something."
I sighed heavily before tiptoeing out of the room and downstairs anyway. I entered the kitchen and headed straight for the fridge, knowing there'd be leftovers from dinner. I rummaged around with my good, left, hand until I found the take-out boxes, and then set them on the counter. I groaned inwardly when I remembered we're not allowed to use the stove because we're too young to be able to handle that kind of responsibility. So I've been told by Jill numerous times. So what did I do? I stuck them in the microwave of course! (Haha! Bet you thought I'd eat it cold. Ick!.) Anyway, once it was done and it'd beeped its annoying seven times, I set myself up a spot at the counter. Once settled on a stool, I began to eat with a fork and not the chopsticks, as I can barely use those with my good hand, so no way was I trying them with my left one. Besides, just imagine how hard I found it using the FORK with my left hand instead of my right. While I ate I thought about things I wanted to do with Randy while I stayed at his place. It was then that I remembered he had school.
"Damn!" I thought. "Why can't it be summer vacation!"
Okay, I know I made it sound like only Randy has to go to school, but in all reality, all three boys have school. Actually, when I stay with them, I do too. Well, okay, I've it all the time as well, since Tim enrolled me a few years ago. But - um- let's just say, I don't always tend to show up, all right? I mean it's not like I have to anyway. I've nobody to tell me what to do and where to go and all that. So because of that I'm bad for playing hooky. But, hey, can I help it if there are things so much more fun than school? Besides, I'm a genius anyway - I got the brains and all to be in a higher class than what I'm in, but never get put up in the next grade because of all the days I miss. I don't mind, not one bit. I know if I get moved up I won't be in Randy's class no more, and I highly enjoy being able to stick with him. He helps me keep my bad temper under control. Honestly, if it weren't for him, I probably would've been expelled or something long ago because of my temper. I don't like nobody picking on him or me or anybody littler than us. I'm not a bully really, just considered one.
I finished my midnight dinner, and had just finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher, when I heard someone coming downstairs. In my moment of panic, I ran for the backyard, knowing it would be easier for me to hide out there like I sometimes did. Mind you, I only hide out there when Randy's been grounded because of me, and we're not supposed to see one another. Anyway, no sooner was I outside than did the person walk into the kitchen. Stupid me had forgotten to turn the lights off. I was quite relieved to see that it was only Brad though. I know he won't care that I was up this late, especially knowing I get hungry real easy at times.
I took a seat on the patio swing Tim had made out the old swing set, promising us he'd build a new one when he had the time. Obviously he hasn't had the time yet, as we've still got to use the park if we wanna play on any equipment.
I was still swinging quietly when I heard their next-door neighbour, Wilson Wilson. I knew he'd spotted me when he spoke.
"Hi-dy ho littlest neighbour-ette."
I giggled and made my way over to the fence. Once there I climbed up onto a box that was sitting there, so I could peek over and see Wilson.
"Whatcha doing?" I asked.
"I'm roasting my chestnuts," he answered.
I giggled. "They smell good. But I didn't know they sold chestnuts during the spring. I thought they only came out for Christmas."
Wilson turned to smile at me and came over to the fence. "No. No. They're actually sold all year round, but no one ever thinks to buy them except at Christmas time."
"Oh," I nodded. "Neat."
"Would you like to try one, my littlest neighbour-ette?"
"Sure!"
He went back over to the chestnuts and studied them for a moment, before returning to the fence with a chestnut in hand. He passed it took me, after warning it may be a little hot.
I took the roasted chestnut and bit off a tiny piece. "Mm." I said with my mouthful. "This is really good."
It was at that moment that Brad decided to come out. "Hey Runt, Whatcha doing out here so late?"
"I got hungry, then heard someone coming and thought it was your mom," I told him. "Hey, you should try some of Wilson's roasted chestnuts. They're really good."
Brad gave me a weird look, making both Wilson and I laugh.
"Would you like one Brad?"
"Oh-kay," Brad answered skeptically. He laughed too after Wilson had passed him one. "Oh! These chestnuts! I thought you'd both gone crazy or something."
"Brad, when am I not crazy?" I teased. "I mean, after all, I do hang around with your dad quite a bit."
Brad grinned at me. "That's true. But Dad's not as crazy as mom."
"Speaking of your mother, how'd she take to Lenore staying, Brad?" Wilson piped up.
I watched as Brad snickered before replying. "Not too good. She's really mad at Dad. I think she's mad at Randy and I too, for not telling her Lenore was going to be at the park."
Wilson nodded. "I figured she'd be in a foul mood once your father told me what had happened."
I stared down at the fence then, not looking at either one of them. It was then I felt Brad's hand on my shoulder.
"C'mon Baby Doll," he said softly. "I think you still need a bit more rest."
I nodded softly, as I began to climb down off my perch.
"Bye Wilson," we said waving quickly, before hurrying back into the house.
A.N.: Well, that's it for now. I do believe this was the longest chapter yet. Hope yah liked it. Plz R & R! Thanx! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTRSPA & KTCAPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTLCPA & KTBKPA & KTRMPA!!!!!
Lenore's view
"Randy, are you sure your Mom's not gonna kick me out like last time?"
"Lenore, Dad said he'd take care of it, so he'll take care of it. Don't worry about it so much. You know Dad won't let her kick yah out."
"But-"
"Baby Doll, for once, please just be your tough guy self and relax," Brad almost begged. "Your worrying is starting to make ME worry, and I know Dad's NOT gonna let yah leave with your arm wrapped up like that."
I sighed. "Oh, alright." I lay back down on Randy's bed, and placed my good arm over my eyes, to shield out the light. Soon I felt someone prying my arm up slightly
"Whatcha thinking 'bout?" Randy asked, after I'd let him lift my arm up, so he could see my eyes. "Hmm?"
"Nothing," I muttered.
He grinned. "I know you," he said. "You're thinking that once Dad leaves for work, Mom's gonna kick you out and take off with us."
"Maybe," I mumbled, letting my arm drop back down.
He removed my arm from my face once again. I groaned and just laid there, unwilling to do anything else. Soon though, I felt his lips on mine, and couldn't help but smile as he kissed me. When he pulled back, I was grinning up at him, my eyes now open.
"Thanks," I whispered.
He smiled down at me. "No problem." He laid down next to me then, and grabbed my good hand, and played with my fingers.
We lay there staring at the ceiling, just talking while Brad and Mark played video games, for what seemed to be forever. When, actually, it had only been about twenty minutes. That's when the door opened and Tim came in. He threw the two of us a smile, then sat down on Brad's bed.
"Lenore, you're staying here," he told me, the boys listening. "And if Jill tries ANYTHING to get rid of you, you let me know a.s.a.p. Alright?"
I nodded. "Okay," I answered.
"And no hiding it because you're afraid something bad will happen if you do tell," Tim added. "I won't stand for her trying to throw you out. We teach the boys to be tolerant of others, so she'll have to be tolerant as well."
I nodded again, and tried to stifle a yawn. Though I didn't want to admit it, I was tired. Extremely tired. The painkillers were starting to kick in. if you're wondering when I took one, it was when we were in the car. Tim stopped off and bought some bottled water so I could take them.
"Well, its time for supper boys," Tim stated. "And, no, it's not Mom's burnt offerings. I ordered Chinese take-out."
"Alright!" The guy cheered. "Take-out!"
I tried to sit up when Randy did, but Tim stopped me. I gave him a confused look.
"Nuh-uh kiddo," he said. "You rest right now; you need it."
"But-" I tried to protest.
"I'll have Randy bring you something up later," he told me. "For now, sleep. Alright?"
"Oh, alright," I sighed heavily.
I may've been tired, but I was hungry too. Yeesh. I can't seem to win, now can I? Grr. Hehe. Don't mind me. I'm just mad because my tummy and head are arguing over whose more important, thus starting to give me a headache.
I lay back down, and watched as they all left the room, Randy being the last out. I knew he'd be last as he always has to make sure I'm A-ok. Hehe. I'm special.
"I won't be long," Randy said. "I promise. I know you don't like being alone when here."
I gave him a small smile. "Quit reading my mind," I joked. "And go eat before your mom brings out her alien slop."
He laughed, kissed me on the head, then left after covering me up with a blanket. The blanket, which was two different shades of blue, had been lying at the foot of his bed.
I fell asleep shortly after he'd left me alone, and didn't wake up again until quite late. Actually, it was around midnight when I woke up extremely hungry. Wasn't my fault I hadn't eaten supper. I rolled over and found Randy lying at my side. But he looked too cute to wake up, so I left him where he was. Amazingly I managed to wriggle out of his grasp and slide out of bed without him noticing any, which was good.
"Now what?" I thought. "If I go downstairs and Jill catches me, she'll think I'm trying to steal something."
I sighed heavily before tiptoeing out of the room and downstairs anyway. I entered the kitchen and headed straight for the fridge, knowing there'd be leftovers from dinner. I rummaged around with my good, left, hand until I found the take-out boxes, and then set them on the counter. I groaned inwardly when I remembered we're not allowed to use the stove because we're too young to be able to handle that kind of responsibility. So I've been told by Jill numerous times. So what did I do? I stuck them in the microwave of course! (Haha! Bet you thought I'd eat it cold. Ick!.) Anyway, once it was done and it'd beeped its annoying seven times, I set myself up a spot at the counter. Once settled on a stool, I began to eat with a fork and not the chopsticks, as I can barely use those with my good hand, so no way was I trying them with my left one. Besides, just imagine how hard I found it using the FORK with my left hand instead of my right. While I ate I thought about things I wanted to do with Randy while I stayed at his place. It was then that I remembered he had school.
"Damn!" I thought. "Why can't it be summer vacation!"
Okay, I know I made it sound like only Randy has to go to school, but in all reality, all three boys have school. Actually, when I stay with them, I do too. Well, okay, I've it all the time as well, since Tim enrolled me a few years ago. But - um- let's just say, I don't always tend to show up, all right? I mean it's not like I have to anyway. I've nobody to tell me what to do and where to go and all that. So because of that I'm bad for playing hooky. But, hey, can I help it if there are things so much more fun than school? Besides, I'm a genius anyway - I got the brains and all to be in a higher class than what I'm in, but never get put up in the next grade because of all the days I miss. I don't mind, not one bit. I know if I get moved up I won't be in Randy's class no more, and I highly enjoy being able to stick with him. He helps me keep my bad temper under control. Honestly, if it weren't for him, I probably would've been expelled or something long ago because of my temper. I don't like nobody picking on him or me or anybody littler than us. I'm not a bully really, just considered one.
I finished my midnight dinner, and had just finished putting the dishes in the dishwasher, when I heard someone coming downstairs. In my moment of panic, I ran for the backyard, knowing it would be easier for me to hide out there like I sometimes did. Mind you, I only hide out there when Randy's been grounded because of me, and we're not supposed to see one another. Anyway, no sooner was I outside than did the person walk into the kitchen. Stupid me had forgotten to turn the lights off. I was quite relieved to see that it was only Brad though. I know he won't care that I was up this late, especially knowing I get hungry real easy at times.
I took a seat on the patio swing Tim had made out the old swing set, promising us he'd build a new one when he had the time. Obviously he hasn't had the time yet, as we've still got to use the park if we wanna play on any equipment.
I was still swinging quietly when I heard their next-door neighbour, Wilson Wilson. I knew he'd spotted me when he spoke.
"Hi-dy ho littlest neighbour-ette."
I giggled and made my way over to the fence. Once there I climbed up onto a box that was sitting there, so I could peek over and see Wilson.
"Whatcha doing?" I asked.
"I'm roasting my chestnuts," he answered.
I giggled. "They smell good. But I didn't know they sold chestnuts during the spring. I thought they only came out for Christmas."
Wilson turned to smile at me and came over to the fence. "No. No. They're actually sold all year round, but no one ever thinks to buy them except at Christmas time."
"Oh," I nodded. "Neat."
"Would you like to try one, my littlest neighbour-ette?"
"Sure!"
He went back over to the chestnuts and studied them for a moment, before returning to the fence with a chestnut in hand. He passed it took me, after warning it may be a little hot.
I took the roasted chestnut and bit off a tiny piece. "Mm." I said with my mouthful. "This is really good."
It was at that moment that Brad decided to come out. "Hey Runt, Whatcha doing out here so late?"
"I got hungry, then heard someone coming and thought it was your mom," I told him. "Hey, you should try some of Wilson's roasted chestnuts. They're really good."
Brad gave me a weird look, making both Wilson and I laugh.
"Would you like one Brad?"
"Oh-kay," Brad answered skeptically. He laughed too after Wilson had passed him one. "Oh! These chestnuts! I thought you'd both gone crazy or something."
"Brad, when am I not crazy?" I teased. "I mean, after all, I do hang around with your dad quite a bit."
Brad grinned at me. "That's true. But Dad's not as crazy as mom."
"Speaking of your mother, how'd she take to Lenore staying, Brad?" Wilson piped up.
I watched as Brad snickered before replying. "Not too good. She's really mad at Dad. I think she's mad at Randy and I too, for not telling her Lenore was going to be at the park."
Wilson nodded. "I figured she'd be in a foul mood once your father told me what had happened."
I stared down at the fence then, not looking at either one of them. It was then I felt Brad's hand on my shoulder.
"C'mon Baby Doll," he said softly. "I think you still need a bit more rest."
I nodded softly, as I began to climb down off my perch.
"Bye Wilson," we said waving quickly, before hurrying back into the house.
A.N.: Well, that's it for now. I do believe this was the longest chapter yet. Hope yah liked it. Plz R & R! Thanx! KTBSPA & KTNTPA & KTRSPA & KTCAPA & KTACPA & KTJTPA & KTKCPA & KTCPA & KTLCPA & KTBKPA & KTRMPA!!!!!