Disclaimer: See chapter 2
Chapter 4- Will
"Rise and shine, sweet little Will." Bobby Drake sang in an overly perky voice.
"Oh my gosh, Dad, please quit being disgustingly happy." Will groaned at his father.
"Not a chance, pumpkin." Bobby trilled to his brown haired, brown eyed son. "I'm hoping my horrible rays of happy will get you out of bed quicker."
"Well, it worked." Will grumbled, getting out of bed.
"Of course it did." he said, doing some kind of obnoxious twirl.
"Why couldn't Mom get me up instead of you?" asked Will, who was still too sleepy to laugh at his Dad's antics.
"Because, she's not as full of spirit!" he answered, doing a very good impression of a cheerleader.
"Okay, Bobby, leave Will alone." Jubilee chuckled, rescuing Will from his father.
"Morning," Bobby said to his wife, dropping the cheerleader voice.
"Morning," she replied, as they both followed Will to the kitchen.
Jubilee put some bread in the toaster and took some frozen pancakes out of the freezer. Will yawned widely, after which his mother asked, "Will, how long were you up last night?"
"Um, I dunno." answered the fourteen year old, hoping his mother wouldn't know the answer to that. "Sure," she said snappily. "Good luck surviving the school day on five hours sleep."
"Oh c'mon, Mom, everyone knows the last day of school doesn't count for anything," Will commented.
"He's right, you know," said Bobby, who was spinning a broom as if he was on drill team. He was a band director at the local high school, so he did things like this often.
"Bobby!" Jubilee cried as he tossed it into the air and caught it, "Put that down before you break something!"
Just as she said that, the end of the broom collided with a glass that was sitting on the counter. It shattered into a million pieces as it hit the floor. Bobby then made a mad dash for the dustpan before his wife killed him. Jubilee sighed as she put a plate of pancakes on the table, carefully avoiding the mound of broken glass that Bobby was sweeping off the floor.
"Bobby, could you go and get the mail?" Jubilee asked her husband as she brought a jug of milk out of the refrigerator.
"Yes, of course." he answered quickly. He was grateful to get away from her at the moment, in fear that she was still mad about the glass.
When Bobby came back in, they all sat down to eat and both Jubilee and Bobby took a look at the mail. They rolled their eyes at the heap of junk mail they had gotten and threw it away. Then, the two looked over bills with comments like, "I thought we already paid that!" and "Whoa, you've got to be kidding me!"
As they came to the end of the stack, Bobby grabbed the envelope and said, "Hey, Jubes, check this out!"
"What?" she asked, looking over his shoulder.
Soon Will had also appeared at Bobby's side, and was just as curious as his parents to open the envelope. Bobby opened it, and he and Jubilee looked at for a moment before saying, "Let's get packing."
Chapter 4- Will
"Rise and shine, sweet little Will." Bobby Drake sang in an overly perky voice.
"Oh my gosh, Dad, please quit being disgustingly happy." Will groaned at his father.
"Not a chance, pumpkin." Bobby trilled to his brown haired, brown eyed son. "I'm hoping my horrible rays of happy will get you out of bed quicker."
"Well, it worked." Will grumbled, getting out of bed.
"Of course it did." he said, doing some kind of obnoxious twirl.
"Why couldn't Mom get me up instead of you?" asked Will, who was still too sleepy to laugh at his Dad's antics.
"Because, she's not as full of spirit!" he answered, doing a very good impression of a cheerleader.
"Okay, Bobby, leave Will alone." Jubilee chuckled, rescuing Will from his father.
"Morning," Bobby said to his wife, dropping the cheerleader voice.
"Morning," she replied, as they both followed Will to the kitchen.
Jubilee put some bread in the toaster and took some frozen pancakes out of the freezer. Will yawned widely, after which his mother asked, "Will, how long were you up last night?"
"Um, I dunno." answered the fourteen year old, hoping his mother wouldn't know the answer to that. "Sure," she said snappily. "Good luck surviving the school day on five hours sleep."
"Oh c'mon, Mom, everyone knows the last day of school doesn't count for anything," Will commented.
"He's right, you know," said Bobby, who was spinning a broom as if he was on drill team. He was a band director at the local high school, so he did things like this often.
"Bobby!" Jubilee cried as he tossed it into the air and caught it, "Put that down before you break something!"
Just as she said that, the end of the broom collided with a glass that was sitting on the counter. It shattered into a million pieces as it hit the floor. Bobby then made a mad dash for the dustpan before his wife killed him. Jubilee sighed as she put a plate of pancakes on the table, carefully avoiding the mound of broken glass that Bobby was sweeping off the floor.
"Bobby, could you go and get the mail?" Jubilee asked her husband as she brought a jug of milk out of the refrigerator.
"Yes, of course." he answered quickly. He was grateful to get away from her at the moment, in fear that she was still mad about the glass.
When Bobby came back in, they all sat down to eat and both Jubilee and Bobby took a look at the mail. They rolled their eyes at the heap of junk mail they had gotten and threw it away. Then, the two looked over bills with comments like, "I thought we already paid that!" and "Whoa, you've got to be kidding me!"
As they came to the end of the stack, Bobby grabbed the envelope and said, "Hey, Jubes, check this out!"
"What?" she asked, looking over his shoulder.
Soon Will had also appeared at Bobby's side, and was just as curious as his parents to open the envelope. Bobby opened it, and he and Jubilee looked at for a moment before saying, "Let's get packing."