Okay, here's Chapter Five. Sorry it has taken so long, but I've had a horrid case of writer's block. The week of August 13th through the 20th I will be on vacation at the beach so I won't update then, or even write. I will be relaxing and tanning and having a blast. Sorry to ya'll.
I also thank you for the wonderful reviews that inspire me to keep going. Keep up the good work on your part, and I'll do my part, a little something I like to call supply and demand, you demand, I supply.
Okay, I really talk to much, so on with the chapter.
Chapter Five- Shopping With Devils
James and Kyle came home fighting, as usual. For someone to tell about them practically killing each other, it wasn't a shock.
Haley had taken them to the grocery with her after school, along with Farley, who knew how to behave himself. Nick and Nate had basketball practice after school, so they weren't able to join the fun.
"I want Oreos!" James said, running to the cookie aisle, Kyle ran after him.
"No, I want chocolate chip cookies," Kyle grabbed a bag off the shelf.
James grabbed a bag of Oreos, "Oreos," he said, hitting his brother with the bag of cookies.
Kyle wasn't one to stand there and be hit, he hit James back with the chocolate chip cookies, " Chocolate chip."
Haley hurried to them, Farley following behind, acting older than James and Kyle, though he was younger.
"Might I suggest some hearty oatmeal cookies," Farley asked, looking at the shelves of cookies. James and Kyle looked at each other and grinned devilish grins. They walked up to him.
"Sure," James started.
"Not!" Kyle finished, and they both hit him with their bags of cookies, well, more of bombarded. Poor defenseless Farley. Some big brothers they were.
An elderly woman walked up to Haley, "Do you know that your children are fighting?"
Haley just smiled and chook her head, "No, I wasn't aware that they were fighting."
"Are you going to stop them?"
"Yes."
"Well…"
"I will."
"You just let them get away with this kind of destructive behavior?"
"No, but I don't yell and punish them in public. They're only hurting themselves."
"But the shorter child, they're beating him up."
"I'm sure he can hold his own against them, they're my kids, I should know, but thanks for the advice, James get the Oreos, Kyle get the chocolate chip, Farley get the oatmeal cookies and lets go," Haley said smiling and walking back to the cart that now had three bags of cookies, two of them very damaged. Haley just shook her head and moved on, "What do you guys want for dinner?"
"Pizza!" James said.
"Meatballs," Kyle said, bonking James on the head.
James hit Kyle back, "Pizza, not meatballs."
Kyle hit James again, "Meatballs, idiot."
James punched Kyle square in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him, "Pizza it is."
Kyle got up and knocked James down, then sat on him, "You wish, it's meatballs." They wrestled on the floor a while until Farley suggested something for dinner.
"How about steamed broccoli with cheese and pork chops?" Farley asked, just before James and Kyle jumped on his back pushing him face first into the floor.
"No," James started.
"Pork chops," Kyle finished. James and Kyle looked at each other.
"Peanut butter!" they said at the same time, getting off Farley.
Haley looked at them, "Peanut butter?"
"Sandwiches," James said.
"And pretzels," Kyle added. Life was never boring with them two. They had like some telepathic thing going between them and argued it out, and duked it out.
"Chips," James said, making a fist.
"Pretzels," Kyle said, about to hit James with the closest thing, be that a package of frozen vegetables, so be it.
"How about both," Haley suggested, before someone got knocked out with frozen carrots.
They looked at each other and nodded and dashed off to the chip aisle. Haley thought it not best to follow them, they'd surely be fighting again, and she was sick of it.
Everywhere they went they fought, school, home, grocery store, everywhere. After all that, no wonder they're not that bright, and there's also the fact that their favorite person is Tim. How much of a role model is Tim? He urges them to beat each other up.
Tim, Tim, Tim…
