Notes: Thank you to all of you who've read/reviewed. All of them are very much appreciated. They also make me smile on a daily basis giving me the incentive to write more. Also thanks to all those who've given me ideas for my two favourite boys. They have really helped. Love and kisses to all of you.
Plethora of Pleas
Summer break's been going by like a breeze. I can't believe it's half way through July already. My mom's been talking about some trip she wants to take the family on. That doesn't sound to fun. Unless I can convince her to bring Roger along. Then it'll be mega fun. Okay, have to think. What would be the best way to convince my mom.
"MOM!!!" I call out to her excitedly as I race down the steps.
"What it is Marky dear?" I can hear her say as I reach the bottom of the steps and slide in my socks across the kitchen floor past my mom. I nearly crash into my sister.
"Watch where you're going dork." Cindy bitches, pushing me away from her.
"Cindy. Don't call your brother a dork." My mom hollers at her, hands on her hips. Ha ha. Busted. Stupid bitch.
Cindy protrudes her tongue at me, storming out of the kitchen. I display a satisfied smile laughing inwardly. Serves her right. She's always giving me a hard time. Well someday I'll get her back.
My mom interrupts my thoughts of revenge on my sister. "What was it you wanted Marky? You rushed down here like you had something important to talk about."
"Oh yeah." I pause a moment. I have to think of the perfect way to form my sentence to convince my mom to bring Roger along on this trip she's been hinting about for the last several weeks. Hmm, okay let's see... Ooh, I've got it.
"Mom," I give her my best innocent face sounding like the perfect son. "You know how you've been wanting to go camping?" I bring it up to her, making it seem like I really want to go too. This should seal the deal allowing Roger to go. Hopefully.
"Camping? Well I'd love to go camping, but I didn't think anyone else wanted to." Her face lights up. I can tell she's very ecstatic someone made a mention of it.
"I'd love to go mom." Only if Roger can go too. "I just wasn't sure if you still wanted to go."
I watch her eyes widen in delight hearing me say those words. I've got this one in the bag. "Of course I still want to go. The thing is going to be convincing your father to go. Once we have your father hooked though, he'll make sure your sister goes too." Her gaze falls away from me. I can almost see the wheels in her head turning as she makes plans to convince the rest of the family to go on this trip.
I remember when I was younger my mom always loved camping. She'd take us to the same place every year and tell us the same story of how she met my father there while there with her family. How they used to meet at a secret spot to see each other every time they where there at the same time. She's the one who taught me how to fish too, and always spoke about how her and my father used to go as teens... blah, blah, blah.
"Mark!" I hear my mom shout my name trying to get my attention.
"Huh?" I shake my head realizing she's been talking to me this whole time.
"Honey are you alright? You looked like you were in a trance."
"Oh sorry mom. I was just thinking about how you used to tell us about how you and dad met."
That makes her smile even more. "Really? That's sweet dear." I watch her get lost in her thoughts. She's probably thinking about how they met now. This should definitely get her to say yes about Roger.
"Uh mom," I've got to be careful how I ask her. I speak softly and sweetly. "Would it be okay if Roger came along too." I pause watching her reaction, but quickly add a good reason why he should go. "That way he could hear how you and dad met. Maybe you could even teach him how to fish." I cross my fingers behind my back hoping that was enough incentive to convince her.
"Well, I don't know..."
I cut her off before she finishes with a plethora of pleas. "Pleeeeeeease mom. Please, please, please, please, pleeeeeeease mom. It'll be fun. What better way to get to know him?"
She stares at me a moment, the expression on her face confuses me. What is she thinking? Is it working?
I think quickly of how to close the deal. "I promise he'll be on his best behaviour." I smile gingerly hoping that did the trick. Oh please let this work.
She raises an eyebrow at me. This means she's thinking about it. I'm practically batting my eyelashes at her being as sweet as possible.
"Well,"
"Please." I whisper.
"Alright." Yes. She said yes. "But," No, no, no. No but. "But, you have to make sure he's on his best behaviour."
"I will I promise."
"That means he has to listen to us when we tell him something. And I don't want him to bring any of that 'devil music' with him."
"Can he bring his guitar with him though? He could play campfire songs for us." Plus he never goes anywhere without it.
"I suppose. As long as he doesn't play anything inappropriate."
"I promise he won't. I'll keep him in line." This is going to be very interesting trying to keep Roger from misbehaving.
She rolls her eyes, disbelieving me then walks away. I shoot up the steps to my room extremely excited. I jump on my bed and the first thing I do is pick up the phone and call Roger.
"Hello?" A familiar female voice picks up.
"Hi Mrs. Davis, is Roger there?"
"Oh hi Mark. Just a sec, let me get him." I hear her call out his name informing him I'm on the phone.
"Hey Marky, what's up?"
"How do you feel about camping?" I'm doing all I can to contain my enthusiasm.
"I've never done it before. Why do you ask?"
"Well, would you like to go with me and my family?"
"Uh, sure. I guess. Your mom actually agreed to this or are you asking in advance?"
I can't contain myself anymore. "No dude. She said you could go. Can you believe it?" I squeal.
"No way." Roger sounds surprised. "Are you sure?"
"Very. I was surprised too. But there's one catch."
"I knew it was to good to be true." Roger almost sounds disappointed now.
"No it's nothing to serious. She just said you have to be on your best behaviour."
"And exactly how am I supposed to do that?"
"With my help of course." I can't help but laugh over the phone. Just the thought of taming Roger, is like taming the wildest of lions. Not very probable.
"What's so funny Mark?"
"I was just thinking of you behaving. Is it even possible?"
I hear him scoff. "What's that suppose to mean? I can behave..." He stops a moment then continues quietly. "...if I have to."
I snicker. "Okay Rog, if you say so."
"Hey fuck you man. I'll prove it. Just tell me what I have to do."
I'm still snorting. "My mom says you have to listen to what she says, and you can't bring any of your cds."
"Ah, that sucks. None of my cds?"
"Nope. Not a one."
"Can I bring my guitar at least?"
"Yeah, she said you can bring that. But you can't play any of the kind of music you play with your band. Also I told her you'd," I hesitate to finish my sentence.
"I'd what Mark?"
"That you'd play campfire songs."
"Marky." It's so cute how he whines my name.
"I'm sorry Rog, but it was the only way to convince her to allow you to bring your guitar. It might not be that bad." I can almost see him glaring at me.
I hear him sigh. "Okay Marky. I'll do it. You're gonna see a new and improved Roger Davis. So when's this trip?"
A new and improved Roger Davis? Should I be worried? "I'm not sure yet. Mom's still gotta convince dad to go. But I'm gonna help her with that so it should be soon."
"Cool. Well let me know when and I'll be ready. Your mom won't know what hit her the next time she sees me."
Now I'm worried. "Okay Rog. I'll call you later."
We say our goodbyes and I hang up. I lay in my bed staring up at the ceiling with this huge smile on my face. I have got it bad for that boy. That sexy boy with the cute smile.
The rest of the night my mom and I do all we can to convince my dad to go. Reminding him of the good times they had as kids, and all the good times we had as a family. It works. Of course the best part was hearing dad tell Cindy she has to go. She was so pissed. She whined to my parents all night begging them not to go. Neither of them caved. I was so thrilled. Finally my parents did something right.
"Hello?" A very sleepy-sounding Roger answers his phone. I can hear him yawn.
"Hey, you just wake up?" I'm extremely chipper at 10:30 in the morning. I can't help it. I'm excited about this camping trip.
I hear him yawn again. "The phone woke me up. Why are you calling me so early?"
"Early? This isn't early. When we go camping this weekend you'll be up before the sun even rises." Subtle way of telling him.
"This weekend? I take it you convinced your dad to go?"
"Yep. And he forced my sister to go too. It was so funny last night. She begged and begged, and neither of them let up. I was so proud." I laugh just thinking about it.
"That's cool. She won't bother us though will she?"
"Oh shit I didn't think about that. She probably will, but we can just avoid her as much as possible. Besides, she doesn't like doing much so she'll probably just hang out in her tent and read or listen to her music."
"Cool." I hear him yawn again. "Can I go back to sleep?"
I can't help but snicker. "Yes Rog, you can go back to sleep. But in two days we're going camping so you better be ready."
A/N: I know. Cheesy ending. But it'll get better... I hope. -smiles nervously- Thank you evilemmylou for your idea. I'm gonna use it. I have this whole idea of how to put it together too. So thank you very much. I will also incorporate fraulein's idea into it too. So thank you both very much. It helps. Cuz for a little while I was stumped and couldn't think of what else to write. You guys have been awesome. Thank you, thank you, thank you soooooooooooo much. Also thank you to those who've read and reviewed so far. Love you all.
BTW: Can you feel the slash creeping closer? HEHE