The PJ Masks, Greg, Connor, Amaya, Catboy, Gekko, Owlette, PJ Robot, Luna Girl, Night Ninja, Romeo, etc are all © to their respective owners, presumably Romuald and Disney Junior. The only parts of this work that I claim ownership of are any characters aside from those just mentioned as belonging to Disney (e.g. Finn is mine). I also own the story itself. Again, none of the characters owned by Romuald or Disney Junior are mine.
WARNING: STOP! YOU ABSOLUTELY MUST READ THE EVENTS IN THE PREVIOUS SERIES, INTERESTING TIMES, BEFORE YOU READ THIS STORY!
This short story and the others in "The Big Brother Chronicles" are a sort of interstitial series to exhibit some of the important and cute moments that happen in Finn's infancy and early years. The stories will also serve as a vague prologue to the new series of fics I will be working on this month.
Keep in mind: This story skips ahead by a significant amount of time.
11-year-old Connor pushed his way through the crowded hallway at school, eager to board the bus and ride home. He was in a foul mood, today, even though it was Thursday and the week was nearly over. He hadn't been able to do anything right all day and he just wanted to go home and take a nap.
Just as Connor saw the double doors in sight ahead, he heard a familiar voice: "Connor! Wait!" Connor spun around and saw his best friend, Greg, barreling through the crowd. Connor raised an eyebrow.
When Greg got to him, Connor flatly said, "I thought you had a book club meeting today." The noise in the hallway made it hard to hear.
Greg replied, "Yeah!" He panted tiredly. "I was gonna ask you a favor."
Connor sighed. "Uh, sure? Make it quick, I gotta get to the bus."
Greg nodded and took a big breath. "Will you go to my house and play with Finn?" He grinned widely and made big puppy-dog eyes.
Connor raised an eyebrow. "Why?" Connor had never really spent a lot of alone time with Finn.
Greg sighed. "Well, Mom said he was really sad last month when I was gone most of the afternoon and early evening at book club." Greg scratched his head and looked away from Connor. "I… Well, he likes it when you come over and play…" Greg looked back up into Connor's eyes. "Please? Mom will be there, you know. That's usually what I do on Tuesdays and Thursdays when Mom and Finn are at home."
Connor said, "Well… I'm kinda tired."
Greg quickly said, "Don't lie. I know you have had a bad day. Go play with Finn; it will make you feel better. You'll just spend the afternoon sulking in your room, otherwise." He stared at Connor with a very matter-of-fact look.
Connor had to look away from Greg's intense gaze. His cheeks felt warm; Greg was right. "Well…" Connor sighed, and said, "Okay, I'll go play with him, but only because I hate to think that Finn and I would both be sad. That'd just make me sadder."
Greg smiled. "Thank you, Connor!" He gave the older boy a quick hug, even though he knew Connor didn't like to get hugs at school. "Finn will love it, I promise. Now go, don't miss the bus!"
Connor scowled at the hug, but said, "Alright. Seeya." He walked toward the exit, and Greg waved happily.
30 minutes later, Connor knocked on the door to Greg's house. He made a quick stop at his house to call his mom and tell her where he'd be, and now here he was. Connor heard an excited scream inside the house. He allowed himself to smile slightly.
After several seconds, Linda, Greg's mom, opened the door. From somewhere inside, Connor heard Finn shouting "Greggy! Greggy! Greggy!"
Linda raised an eyebrow. "Uh, hi?"
Connor said, "I'm here to see Finn." Linda still seemed confused, but she opened the door the rest of the way. Connor said, "Greggy sent me."
Linda confusedly said, "Why would he…? OH! Okay! Come on in!"
Just as Connor stepped inside, Finn ran around a corner, "Greggy!" The little boy had an excited look on his face and was carrying a small plastic ball in his hands. He had fair blonde hair that was in a short crew cut; it was slightly spikey in the back. When Finn spotted him, he stopped confusedly and used his powder blue eyes to study Connor. The little flecks of ice blue that dotted around Finn's irises, along with the dark blue circle around his irises, truly fascinated Connor. After a few seconds, Finn said, "Nonnor?"
Connor smiled at the little one. "That's my name." He knew the two-year-old was still working on perfecting his hard C sounds, and he found the way Finn said Nonnor superbly cute.
Linda shut the front door and watched as Finn walked over to Connor and curiously looked behind him. "Where Greg go?"
"Well…" Connor took off his backpack and sat it down next to the door. He got on a knee next to Finn. With a soft tone, Connor explained, "Greg had to stay at school. So, he asked me to play with you. Is that okay?"
Finn looked up at Linda confusedly. Then, he walked over to Connor and put a hand on the bigger boy's face. He mumbled, "Greg no here?" He made a slightly deflated look.
Connor said, "Nope, Greg is not here, buddy." Connor gently placed his own hand on Finn's little cheek. The two blue-eyed boys stared into each other's eyes for several moments. Eventually, Connor remembered something important. He grinned and suddenly he lurched and grabbed Finn.
Finn squealed happily as Connor stood up with him and tickled him. He dropped the plastic ball in the commotion. Connor laughed along with him and stopped tickling him. He held Finn and asked, "So, can we play?"
Linda smiled in the background. Finn said, "Nonnor play!"
Connor sat him down, and Finn ran over to the ball. "Wanna play with your whiffle ball, buddy?"
Finn said, "Yeah!" He scrambled to grab the ball.
Linda tapped Connor on the shoulder and whispered, "He and Greg usually go around back and play catch as soon as Greg gets here on Tuesdays and Thursdays." Linda added, "Thank you for coming over."
Connor whispered back, "No problem. I needed to get out of the house anyways." Connor looked and saw Finn had retrieved the ball. He confidently said, "Alright, come on, Finn!"
As Finn followed Connor toward the back door, the toddler excitedly said, "Nonnor play ball!"
Three hours later, Connor sat in the rocking chair in Finn's room as he watched the toddler play with Amaya. The girl was happily playing a game where she and Finn were both playing pretend with action figures. Connor had called Amaya and asked her to come play about ninety minutes ago.
Amaya had always been better at playing pretend games of this type, so Connor called her when Finn decided he wanted to play pretend. Connor, on the other hand, now had out his sketchbook and his color pencils. He was concentrating hard on finishing the coloring and shading of his sketch.
Greg walked in suddenly and everything went wild. Finn screamed and ran around excitedly and Greg laughed. Finn suddenly pointed his action figure at Greg and said, "Fweeze!"
Greg put his hands up, "Oh no, don't hurt me, mister!"
Amaya joined in and pointed her action figure at Greg too. "Yeah, freeze, criminal!"
Greg didn't move for a second, and Finn said, "You under arrest!"
Greg dramatically said, "No! You'll never catch me alive!" He stepped at Finn as if he was going attack him and drew a pretend pistol from his belt.
Finn quickly said, "Pow! Pow! Pow!"
Greg grabbed his chest and said, "OOF! He got me!" He slumped to the floor in as silly of a way as he could. Finn giggled, and Connor had even looked up from his sketch by this point.
Amaya said, "Good shooting, Ranger Finn!"
Greg laid on the floor in a position as if he was dying. "This is it for me, boys." He coughed dramatically and clutched at his chest. "The Rangers finally got me!"
Finn ran over to him and put his foot on his big brother's arm. "Rangers stop the cwiminal!" Amaya clapped excitedly.
Greg quietly said, "And I would've gotten away, if it wasn't for ranger Finn!" He made a sound as if he died, then closed his eyes and stuck out his tongue. Amaya giggled at Greg's cheesy acting, but she was impressed; Finn loved it!
Finn made an excited noise and after a few seconds, he dropped his action figure and stepped back. He roared and tackled Greg, who instantly started to wrestle with the boy.
Connor laughed as the two of them roughhoused. It was always entertaining to watch how gentle Greg had to be with the little one. Eventually, Greg had Finn pinned in a hug and Greg said, "You want out?"
Finn defiantly said, "No!" He wiggled around, but couldn't free himself.
Greg tickled him, while still holding him in the hug. He teasingly said, "You want out now?" Amaya giggled and Finn wiggled wildly.
Finn finished laughing and goofily said, "Yeah! Out!"
Greg said, "Welllllllll, okay. But only if I get a hug."
"Otay!"
Greg released the little one and rearranged him so that they were in an actual hug. Finn squeezed Greg's neck and Greg hugged him back. Greg said, "I missed you today, little guy. Did you have fun with Connor and Amaya?"
Finn said, "Yeah!"
Greg said, "Cool! Did you get to play ball?"
Finn looked at Greg and said, "Yeah! Nonnor play ball!"
Greg nodded and said, "Cool, dude!" He looked at Connor. "I wonder what Connor is doing now?" Pause and he looked back at Finn. "Go look!"
Finn wiggled his way out of Greg's grasp and walked over to Connor. "What doing, Nonnor?"
Connor smiled and said, "Well, I was sketching you." He showed Finn, Amaya, and Greg the sketch he had been coloring. "I just finished it."
Amaya said, "Wow Connor. That's great. Especially the eyes."
Finn said, "That me!" He jumped up and down excitedly.
Greg said, "I like it too, but you only colored his eyes." Indeed, Connor had drawn a striking resemblance of the toddler, but he had only colored in Finn's powder blue eyes. The eyes were very well drawn, though; they had many of the lines and features in Finn's actual eyes.
Connor shrugged, and then smiled. "I like Finn's eyes. They really fit his personality."
Greg nodded. "Yeah, they do." Pause. "Can I keep that sketch?"
Connor scratched his chin. "Hmmm... sure." Connor grinned.
Greg said, "See? Aren't you glad I got you to come to play? You'd still be sulking in your room otherwise."
Connor smiled; he knew Greg was right, but he didn't want to admit it. Instead, he worked on gently tearing the page from his sketchbook. In the background, Finn had walked away and grabbed his action figure. He went back to Amaya excitedly and they resumed their playing while Greg and Connor finished talking about the sketch.
