18 – Non-stop Fighting

Every adolescent went through periods of teenage angst and rage and a bag full of hormones. It was commonplace stuff, nothing to worry or fret about. It was just, these were her boys, and annoying little phases were becoming a little too normal.

These phases were starting to occur daily, each boy bubbling with…with something. Something irritable and angry and just plain adolescent.

They weren't so cute anymore, maybe that was the problem, less dimples and giggles, more zits and sarcasm.

They'd prod and provoke and nag, and there was only so much more she could take of whiny Mark, sniping Randy and a hunched Brad who wanted to pound his fists into something, anything. So much reckless abandon, so much outright frustration.

If Jill were to be plain and simple about it, the matter was fundamentally that of fights and arguments and cruel words that sprung from innocent lips at any chance they got.

"Hey, Mark! Did you touch my computer?"

Mark flashed huge brown eyes to the door, then back to Randy, as the 16 year old stormed into the room. Brad inched to the edge of the sofa, fists itching for a fight.

"Why would I go anywhere near your computer?" Mark asked, fingers clenching at his knees.

Randy turned purple, seeing the floppy disk under Mark's skinny thigh, and really the situation deteriorated from there.

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Jill rolled her eyes, her boys; her men lying sprawled on the floor, a tangle of growing limbs. Each slept in hopeless oblivion, cuddling and drooling all over each other.

With any luck, this phase would be over soon.

She sighed, somehow she doubted it.

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