Denial, Chapter Nine
**I know it may seem weird to some people for a five-year-old to be in a booster seat, but actually the recommended age to take a child out of one is 9 lol even though no one in my family has been in it past 4 or 5. Just clearing that up!**
The car ride home was silent except Bren making crashing sounds with action figures. Ezra looked him over. He didn't seem upset, but what did a five- year-old know? He certainly didn't know anything when he was five. And his parents had never been as protective of him as they were Bren, though. An example was that Bren was sitting in a booster seat. Ezra was three before his parents started sitting him in regular seatbelts. Also, he had never really gotten TOYS. From his fifth or sixth birthday, he had been set up with video equipment or cameras.
"So what's your name?" Bren asked. "You know my name, Bren," Ezra pointed out. "I know, Ezza, but this is a game. It's called 'meet you'." Bren explained, in the voice of a kid who was tired of 'dumb' older people. "Oh, okay, Bren. My name is Ezra. What's yours?" Ezra tried to play along. Bren shook his head. "No! No! You know I'm Bren already! I give'p!"
Ezra's parents laughed in the front. "Now, Bren, play nicely!" Ezra's dad said. "Key," Bren answered and was quiet. Ezra soon resorted to staring out into space and turned when he felt a tug at his arms. "Yes?" he asked. "When 'ou goin' home?" Bren asked. "Day after tomorrow," Ezra answered. "Aww can't you stay?" Ezra shook his head, "No, I don't-" but Ezra's mom interupted him. "We'll have to see, sweetie. Maybe!" Ezra glared at his mom. "Don't lie to him. You promised-"
"Oh, Ezra, telling a five-year-old you aren't leaving is like saying nothing, he'll forget!"
Ezra sighed. "I never did."
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Once home, Bren pulled Ezra through the house. Ezra blinked two or three times as Ezra showed him they're room. "Um, OUR room?" Ezra demanded. "Yeah, that's right," Mr. friedkin responded. "There's three empty rooms, dad, why do we have to share?!"
"Because, it's bonding time for two brothers."
"I don't think there's much a five-year-old and seventeen-year-old can bond about. We're from different decades, father. Or have you forgotten so quickly?"
"Don't talk like that, Ezra!" Mrs. Friedkin stepped in, grabbing her husband's arm. "You know what? I'll share a room with him. But don't start this 'everything is so great' stuff, please. It sent me to a looney bin. Imagine what it could do to a little kid," Ezra said with a smirk and walked into their room, closing the door behind him. The beds were on oppisite walls, and Ezra's bedset were still the same color scheme--dark blue, dark red. He'd have figured his parents would've changed them to deny the fact that they're perfect, precious son had made a downfall. But Bren's bedset were colorfull, with cloud decor on them. All in all, it seemed like a perfect room, for two sons trying to forget the twelve-year- difference.
But, as Ezra thought, it was to perfect.
Wasn't it?
**I know it may seem weird to some people for a five-year-old to be in a booster seat, but actually the recommended age to take a child out of one is 9 lol even though no one in my family has been in it past 4 or 5. Just clearing that up!**
The car ride home was silent except Bren making crashing sounds with action figures. Ezra looked him over. He didn't seem upset, but what did a five- year-old know? He certainly didn't know anything when he was five. And his parents had never been as protective of him as they were Bren, though. An example was that Bren was sitting in a booster seat. Ezra was three before his parents started sitting him in regular seatbelts. Also, he had never really gotten TOYS. From his fifth or sixth birthday, he had been set up with video equipment or cameras.
"So what's your name?" Bren asked. "You know my name, Bren," Ezra pointed out. "I know, Ezza, but this is a game. It's called 'meet you'." Bren explained, in the voice of a kid who was tired of 'dumb' older people. "Oh, okay, Bren. My name is Ezra. What's yours?" Ezra tried to play along. Bren shook his head. "No! No! You know I'm Bren already! I give'p!"
Ezra's parents laughed in the front. "Now, Bren, play nicely!" Ezra's dad said. "Key," Bren answered and was quiet. Ezra soon resorted to staring out into space and turned when he felt a tug at his arms. "Yes?" he asked. "When 'ou goin' home?" Bren asked. "Day after tomorrow," Ezra answered. "Aww can't you stay?" Ezra shook his head, "No, I don't-" but Ezra's mom interupted him. "We'll have to see, sweetie. Maybe!" Ezra glared at his mom. "Don't lie to him. You promised-"
"Oh, Ezra, telling a five-year-old you aren't leaving is like saying nothing, he'll forget!"
Ezra sighed. "I never did."
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Once home, Bren pulled Ezra through the house. Ezra blinked two or three times as Ezra showed him they're room. "Um, OUR room?" Ezra demanded. "Yeah, that's right," Mr. friedkin responded. "There's three empty rooms, dad, why do we have to share?!"
"Because, it's bonding time for two brothers."
"I don't think there's much a five-year-old and seventeen-year-old can bond about. We're from different decades, father. Or have you forgotten so quickly?"
"Don't talk like that, Ezra!" Mrs. Friedkin stepped in, grabbing her husband's arm. "You know what? I'll share a room with him. But don't start this 'everything is so great' stuff, please. It sent me to a looney bin. Imagine what it could do to a little kid," Ezra said with a smirk and walked into their room, closing the door behind him. The beds were on oppisite walls, and Ezra's bedset were still the same color scheme--dark blue, dark red. He'd have figured his parents would've changed them to deny the fact that they're perfect, precious son had made a downfall. But Bren's bedset were colorfull, with cloud decor on them. All in all, it seemed like a perfect room, for two sons trying to forget the twelve-year- difference.
But, as Ezra thought, it was to perfect.
Wasn't it?
