Chapter 2 The Grandparents
Luke had done as he told Brooke he would do, he called the rest of their far away children and told them to rush home. The hardest to get home was Frae. She loved college, away from it all, doing hat she liked, but reluctantly agreed. Emmie was hanging all over Ora, her biggest sister, she was her little shadow. Tassi stayed to herself mostly and her car, she absolutely loved it. Dallie loved it too, she was shocked some old guy would just give it to her. Frae stayed in her room mostly doing homework.
"Emmie, what do you want to do," Ora said, giving up after naming all the things she did as a child.
"I want to play horsie, giddyap," she said climbing onto her sister's back. She kicked her sides with her feet. Tassi walked in, and looked.
"You wonder why you're lucky you don't live with this monster, and if you're not careful I'll pack her up in your suitcase and send her back to college with you, free of charge," Tassi said. Ora rolled her eyes at her and crawled around the floor with Emmie on her back. Tassi just laughed.
"Faster you stupid horse, don't talk to people, horses don't talk, move faster, you're too slow," Emmie said, kicking harder and pulling hair. Ora went a little faster, or so she thought. "Did I tell you to slow down, keep going move it, move it, to the kitchen, I'm thirsty," she said, kicking and pointing. They ran into Dallie. "Let me down, this looks like a faster horsie, don't go anywhere slow horsie, I'll need to give you a manicure and a pedicure later," she said, getting up and climbing onto Dallie's back. Ora got up off the floor.
"You wonder why I haven't killed the poor thing yet," Tassi said, shaking her head at Ora.
Ora rubbed her sides, "I might join you on that, that hurts."
"Its not so bad, once you're used to it," Tassi said, watching Dallie. "Do you think mom and pop would go for me leaving this summer, to another country?" she added the last part quickly and watched her sister's expression.
"Why?"
"Well, sorta long story," she started.
"A long story you're going to tell me."
"Maybe I don't want to," Tassi said, stomping her foot and acting like a pouty baby. Then the doorbell rang. "It must be them, I'll get it," Tassi said rushing to the door. She gracefully opened it, and saw to elderly people. "You must be grandma and grandpa Davis, welcome, welcome," Tassi said, kissing each of their cheeks and hugging them, then taking their coats and gloves and hats and hanging them in the hall closet.
"Well, where are the rest of you," grandma Davis said.
"I'll go and fetch them, would you like a drink, water, a soda, juice?"
"Water would be nice," grandma Davis said.
"Well right this way to the kitchen, I'll get two glasses of water, and then go and fetch the rest of them," Tassi said filling two glasses with water and helping them into chairs and walked out of the kitchen, then ran up the stairs. She ran into Emmie first. "Emmie, go get changed, grandma and grandpa are here," Tassi said stepping over her and continuing her way. She got Ricky and Dezzy next. They went down, since they were already ready.
"Hello, grandma, grandpa, I'm sorry to keep you waiting," Dezzy said curtsying and taking a seat.
"Yes, terribly sorry," Ricky said, bowing and getting some crackers and meat out, to make cracker sandwich things. "Would you like some?"
"Yes, you, girl, why don't you help him, get a pitcher of water and glasses for the table, and some plates, napkins maybe," grandma Davis said, and Dezzy looked at Ricky. She got up and got one plate down from the cupboard and placed it on top of the counter. "Girl why don't you carry them all here at once?" grandma Davis said as she started carrying one place at a time.
"I'm sorry, but I can't," Dezzy said setting a plate down in front of her.
"And why not, why when I was a girl I would carry one hundred pounds at a time, all over the house and town and you're telling me you can't carry more than one plate," grandma Davis said, Dezzy standing, growing pale and wide eyed. Ricky took the plates from her and set them on the table. Emmie ran in, in her rocks, and skidded across the floor. She looked very sloppy, her hair coming undone, and the back of her dress halfway zipped, her socks were dirty, from skidding so many times across the floor that day.
"What's up ole lady, dude," she said slouching into a chair.
Grandma Davis looked horrified, but couldn't be like that for long because the rest of them filed in.
"Um, could I get you all to line up, oldest to youngest, that way I could meet you all," grandma Davis said, looking at the group, so Ora started into the living room, with the rest following. She looked in credibly short standing next to Dallie, but so did Frae, next to Dallie and Tassi, they stood out like sore thumbs. Ricky was about a foot taller than Dezzy, but didn't look that tall standing next to Tassi, and Dezzy didn't look short because the shortest of all was next to her, Emmie. "Let's start with the oldest, I presume to be you, your FULL name."
"Aurora Luzette Scott," Ora said, confidently.
"Magdalene Mae Scott," Dallie said, half heartedly.
"I don't like that tone, try again," grandma Davis said.
"Magdalene Mae Scott," she said, like Ora said her name.
"Better, work on it," grandma Davis said, moving on.
"Fareeda Keely Scott," Frae said in her best lawyer voice, full of confidence and surety.
"You, Fareeda, know hoe to speak, maybe you can teach that sister of yours," grandma Davis said, not making her redo her name. "You, your name."
"Tassia Kassandra Scott." Grandma Davis moved on without a word, Ora, Dallie and Frae were shocked. She wasn't the best speaker, or even considered good.
"Rikard Mikhail Enu Scott," Ricky said, hoping she wouldn't say anything.
"Work on it, boy," grandma Davis said, moving onto Dezzy, who was growing impatient, since this was taking forever with her comments, and considering how long she was allowed to stand for a period of time. "You, girl, you're pale, what's you're name?"
"Des-" she took a breath, "Desdemona," she slowed up a bit, "Gwen-"
"Out with it girl, come on, are you afraid, stage fright?"
Dezzy took a big breath and "DesdemonaGwendolenNsiaScott," she said really fast, together, in one breath, then moved to the couch in the living room.
"No, girl, you don't sit when an elder is standing in front of you, talking to you, and you need to learn how to talk, you're speech is horrendous," grandma Davis said, grabbing her skinny arm and pulling her up, just as Luke walked in, followed by Brooke. Luke looked at Brooke, and she had that look, the look whenever there was a conversation about her parents, or they were home, they must have done similar things to her.
"Let her go!" Grandma Davis' head turned to Luke, but it wasn't him, it was Ricky, though Luke was about to say something. "Are you deaf? I said let her go," Ricky said, ripping grandma Davis' hand off his sister. She looked at him and just moved on, letting Dezzy sit.
"So angel," grandma Davis said referring to Emmie, "what's your name?"
"Emmie!" Emmie said jumping.
"What's your full name?"
Emmie looked at her as if she was stupid, "I tolded you that my name is Emmie, were you not listering to me, jeez," Emmie said, rolling her eyes. Ora secretly chuckled, good job Emmie, leave it to her to joke around.
"You, child, have horrible English, and terrible grammar," grandma Davis said, while grandpa Davis watched everything from the kitchen, she dragged him here, that didn't mean he had to participate in her foolishness.
"Thankses to you," Emmie said. Grandma Davis' face turned red and lifted her hand to smack the child, but noticed Brooke and Luke there and patted her on the head.
"Sweet little child," she said, as she patted Emmie on the head.
"I'm not a doggie, you are though, nice bitch, nice bitch," Emmie said patting grandma Davis' head. "Good old lady, you want a treat, well to bad cause you're not a good ole bitch, yous a bad one, and bad peoples needs a time out, so move it mister," Emmie said pointing to a wooden chair in the corner. There was a knock at the door.
"Broody, I'm gonna get it, watch my parents, make sure they don't damage too many of our monsters," Brooke said, walking towards the door. He nodded and watched her, then looked back at his children all lined up. He had to laugh. He heard Brooke scream, not a bad scream, a good one, and went over, only to see her hugging an older man, not that old, but getting there.
"Hey, Cheery, who's at the door?" he said walking closer.
"Oh, Luke! This is my brother Bradley, Brad, this is Luke, Luke, Brad," Brooke said, retreating back to Luke. Luke put out his hand for him to shake.
"Hey, nice to meet you," he said.
"Yea, you too," Brad said.
'Hey Brad, I bet the kids are still in line for mom and dad, if you want to catch them before they all disappear," Brooke said, laughing.
"Wait, mom and dad are here?"
"Um, yea, thanks to Tassi, of course."
"Crap! Oh well, I guess I might as well, now's better than never, right?"
"Um, yea, sure, right," Brooke said, watching him go back out to his car. 'Come on Broody, he'll be back, lets go watch our monsters while they're actually behaving like humans," Brooke said, grabbing his hand. They went in and sat on a chair, Brooke sitting on top of Lucas, of course. Grandma Davis looked at them.
"Yes mother?" Brooke said, catching her gaze.
"Nothing, just nothing."
"Sure mom, sure." Bradley came back in, leading a young lady.
"Brad, in here," Brooke called from where she was sitting, and he came.
He walked in, "Oh, hey, mom, dad-" he waved into the kitchen and hugged his mother, "nieces and um, nephew?"
"Yea, one boy, Ricky," Brooke said, catching his graze on her children, they all looked half decent. "So, who's the lovely little lady?"
"Oh, this is my youngest, youngest of four, three boys, so this is my only daughter," he said, holding out his hand and a young lady walked out in front of him.
"Hey, chica, how old are you, what's your name, I'm, uh Brooke, well uh, Aunt Brooke," Brooke said laughing.
"Um, I'm 14, and my name's Jacqueline Jessifer Davis, but I'm usually called JJ or Jackie," she said. She was a brunette, short, average, a little girly-girlish, but somewhat tomboy. She wore blue jeans and a wife beater, so she wasn't really dressed for the occasion.
"Cool, and that's my bunch, um Ora, Dallie, Frae, Tassi, Ricky, then on the couch is Dezzy, then the youngest, Emmie," Brooke said, going down the line.
"So, which one of you is going to be my favorite?" Bradley said.
"Don't, have you lost your mind," Brooke said, not soon enough because Emmie came running.
"I'll be your favorite, I'm cute, small and pretty, which is more than the rest of these goons," Emmie said. Ora cracked up at her sister, you could tell she had blonde genes. Dallie found Emmie's performance quite dramatic for a six-year-old. Frae had no emotion over the whole matter. Tassi however, recognized him.
"Coach Davis?"
"Hey Tassi, long time no see, huh," Bradley said.
"Wait, how do you know him?" Brooke said, looking at Tassi.
"He's my coach," Tassi said plainly.
"Basketball or cheerleading?"
"Um…"
"Brad?"
"Track," he said plainly, Brooke and Lucas had no idea she ran track, "Varsity Track, and let me tell you, I was shocked when I found out who she was, my baby sister's daughter, I thought for sure she wouldn't be able to run, but she surprised me, she's the best on the team," he finished, making Tassi look somewhat good, rather than her normal bad self.
"Tassi? Track? Why did you not tell us?" Brooke said, looking her square in the eye.
"Because, its something for me, mom, I take cheerleading for you, and dad pays me, because it makes you happy, and I take basketball for dad, because you pay me to take it to make him happy, but I don't really enjoy or like either, I'm just naturally good at them, track, I'm not, I have to work at it, and it feels good, oh and while were doing the whole confession of sports thing, I take speed skating too, I figured I'd let you know about that,' Tassi said, half sarcastic, half yelling.
Brooke and Lucas looked at each other, the cat was out of the bag, Luke paid Tassi to be a cheerleader, and Brooke paid Tassi to be a basketball player, that could stir up some trouble, well, if you weren't Brooke and Lucas, that is. They caught each other's glance and laughed.
"So, Tassi, you're that great runner dad's always going on about, how I should be like, and here you are, my cousin, sad huh?" Jackie said, looking at Tassi.
"Apparently, I love to run, mainly along the beach, but anywhere will do, it's my passion, and I love to do it," Tassi said, then retreated to her room.
Uncle Danny and Aunt Debbie arrived just as grandma and grandpa Davis went downstairs to Tassi's room.
"Hey, I'm glad you all came, listen, there's something I need help with," she said taking out a letter…
