"Seth Cohen, where have you been?" Mom said furiously, while getting off
the couch, and walking over to me.
"What time is it?" I asked calmly, and she didn't like that response.
"It's 11 o'clock, Seth." She answered, nodding her head as-a-matter-of-fact like.
"That's not past my curfew." Again, not the best choice of replies to your irritated mother.
She tilted her head at me, and placed her lean arms onto her hips.
Wow... what a badass.
"Seth..." Dad began, getting up, and walking over to mom, leaving Ryan behind on the now empty couch.
"...We were just worried about you, son" He said in his usual Good Cop way.
"Why? I just went out for a walk..." I said irritated by this pointless prying.
"Well, we didn't know that, son." Dad said in that soothing tone again that was really starting to piss me off.
"Yeah, we all get that I'm your son, dad. Listen, can you just ground me or whatever you were planning on doing even though I simply plum forgot to tell you I was going out for a walk which didn't go past my curfew by a whopping two hours but ya know whatever gets you to sleep at night." I said, my words pouring with exasperating sarcasm. I then proceeded to go upstairs, but was stopped by dad's death grip on my just about broken wrist.
I screamed, and sank to the floor in unconceivable pain. It felt like he had finished off the thread it was hanging on by.
"What is it?" Dad shouted in horror, and reached out for me.
I shielded myself from him with my good hand, and scooted my body to the front door with my feet and elbow. I hit the door hard, and cradled my arm like a newborn baby. Dad jogged over to me, and squatted down, resting a hand on my shoulder.
"Let me see...let me see..." He said unconvincingly calm, and pulled my good arm away from it. He pressed down lightly on my wrist, and I yelped. He examined it for a few moments, then sighed, and carefully rested it back into my arm.
"Oh jeez..." He said rubbing his face, "It's broken..." He finished, as if he were to blame. It actually wasn't as far-fetched as one would think for someone to grab someone else's wrist and break it by accident, and he seemed to believe that was exactly what he had done. I almost wanted to let him twist in the wind about it but I wasn't that cruel.
"You didn't break it..." I began quietly, then added, "well, yeah you did but it was already messed up pretty bad..."
"What happened?" Mom asked, and joined us in the foyer, also squatting.
"I ate it on 54th "
"Skateboarding?" Mom asked.
"We'll talk about this later. We need to get you the hospital." Dad cut in, and he and Ryan helped me up onto my feet. I instantly felt dizzy, and I swayed momentarily. Dad grabbed me, and mom looked so scared. I kind of felt like a jerk about that badass crack.
"Whoa, you okay?" Dad asked, still feeling guilty about my wrist.
I just nodded, and put most of my weight on him and Ryan.
"God, crush us, fatty." The girls voice from my past, screamed in my head, and I leaned away from them quickly.
"Uh...I got it..." I said coolly, and pulled away from them, showing that I didn't need their help. It was just a break. If it were Ryan they wouldn't have been so repulsively attentive. God, I wasn't a little kid anymore.
Ryan opened the front door, and I walked out of the house toward the Range Rover. Ryan ran ahead of me, and opened the passenger seat door. I clearly saw him open the door for me but I was still mad at him from earlier that night so I opened the backseat door, and got in.
"Seth, I think you would sit in the front seat." Ryan said nicely but still in a superior way that made my eye twitch. I purposely didn't answer him, and he just stood there staring at me.
"Ryan, let's go!" Dad said suddenly, already in the car. Mom jumped into the passenger seat, and buckled up.
"Yeah." Ryan said and ran around the car into the seat next to me.
It was probably the quietest drive we had ever taken as a family.
"What time is it?" I asked calmly, and she didn't like that response.
"It's 11 o'clock, Seth." She answered, nodding her head as-a-matter-of-fact like.
"That's not past my curfew." Again, not the best choice of replies to your irritated mother.
She tilted her head at me, and placed her lean arms onto her hips.
Wow... what a badass.
"Seth..." Dad began, getting up, and walking over to mom, leaving Ryan behind on the now empty couch.
"...We were just worried about you, son" He said in his usual Good Cop way.
"Why? I just went out for a walk..." I said irritated by this pointless prying.
"Well, we didn't know that, son." Dad said in that soothing tone again that was really starting to piss me off.
"Yeah, we all get that I'm your son, dad. Listen, can you just ground me or whatever you were planning on doing even though I simply plum forgot to tell you I was going out for a walk which didn't go past my curfew by a whopping two hours but ya know whatever gets you to sleep at night." I said, my words pouring with exasperating sarcasm. I then proceeded to go upstairs, but was stopped by dad's death grip on my just about broken wrist.
I screamed, and sank to the floor in unconceivable pain. It felt like he had finished off the thread it was hanging on by.
"What is it?" Dad shouted in horror, and reached out for me.
I shielded myself from him with my good hand, and scooted my body to the front door with my feet and elbow. I hit the door hard, and cradled my arm like a newborn baby. Dad jogged over to me, and squatted down, resting a hand on my shoulder.
"Let me see...let me see..." He said unconvincingly calm, and pulled my good arm away from it. He pressed down lightly on my wrist, and I yelped. He examined it for a few moments, then sighed, and carefully rested it back into my arm.
"Oh jeez..." He said rubbing his face, "It's broken..." He finished, as if he were to blame. It actually wasn't as far-fetched as one would think for someone to grab someone else's wrist and break it by accident, and he seemed to believe that was exactly what he had done. I almost wanted to let him twist in the wind about it but I wasn't that cruel.
"You didn't break it..." I began quietly, then added, "well, yeah you did but it was already messed up pretty bad..."
"What happened?" Mom asked, and joined us in the foyer, also squatting.
"I ate it on 54th "
"Skateboarding?" Mom asked.
"We'll talk about this later. We need to get you the hospital." Dad cut in, and he and Ryan helped me up onto my feet. I instantly felt dizzy, and I swayed momentarily. Dad grabbed me, and mom looked so scared. I kind of felt like a jerk about that badass crack.
"Whoa, you okay?" Dad asked, still feeling guilty about my wrist.
I just nodded, and put most of my weight on him and Ryan.
"God, crush us, fatty." The girls voice from my past, screamed in my head, and I leaned away from them quickly.
"Uh...I got it..." I said coolly, and pulled away from them, showing that I didn't need their help. It was just a break. If it were Ryan they wouldn't have been so repulsively attentive. God, I wasn't a little kid anymore.
Ryan opened the front door, and I walked out of the house toward the Range Rover. Ryan ran ahead of me, and opened the passenger seat door. I clearly saw him open the door for me but I was still mad at him from earlier that night so I opened the backseat door, and got in.
"Seth, I think you would sit in the front seat." Ryan said nicely but still in a superior way that made my eye twitch. I purposely didn't answer him, and he just stood there staring at me.
"Ryan, let's go!" Dad said suddenly, already in the car. Mom jumped into the passenger seat, and buckled up.
"Yeah." Ryan said and ran around the car into the seat next to me.
It was probably the quietest drive we had ever taken as a family.