Mutt Jones and Mysterious girl 3
Okay here is the 3rd chapter. I hope you enjoy it.
I do not own any of these characters.
Once they got home, Mutt was prepared to tell his parents the whole story. When they entered the house, they heard Marion upstairs. When she came downstairs, she saw the look on Mutt and Indiana's face and stopped. "What happened?"
Mutt and Indy looked at each other and told Marion to follow them into the kitchen. "Okay tell me what happened." Marion said, after she sat down. Indy looked at Mutt. "Well kid, start talking.
It took Mutt 10 minutes to explain what had happened. He had told them everything. From him hitting Ricky to him running away, because he knew he could never take on 5 guys alone. When he finished he looked at his parents who did not seem very happy. He wondered what his punishment was going to be. His father was the one to speak first, while his mother just looked disappointed.
"Here it is, Henry, I promised you that you could drive your motorcycle to class for two days if you got an A on your geography test. Since you did I'm going to keep that promise, but instead of two days, it's only going to be one. And you have to come straight home." This did not make Mutt happy, but it was better than not getting to drive his motorcycle.
"Fine, on Monday I'll drive my bike to school and then I'll drive it straight home when I'm finished." Mutt started to get up from the table, but his mother stopped him.
"I have a question, Mutt. You told us that Ricky made you angry, but what exactly did he say to make you so angry?"
Mutt sighed and sat back down; silently wishing his parents would just forget about everything and give him his punishment. "Well, he said some words…and I just got mad. Why does it matter?"
"Well, because I want to know what made you so upset."
"It's nothing, mom, I just don't like the guy. He tried to hit me, but I hit him first." Mutt was clearly getting agitated. He hated it when his parents questioned him about things. Especially when he really didn't feel like telling them.
"Okay. Why don't you go to your room and finish your homework. I'll call you when dinner's ready."
Mutt got up and walked up the stairs. Indiana and Marion watched his every movement as if they were trying to read their son's thoughts.
"I don't know what to do, Marion."Indy said, putting his arm over his wife's shoulder. "He seems bothered by something, but won't say. When I questioned him about the fight he just got angry and when he thought I wouldn't listen to his side of the story he started crying."
"I think it's just stress from school and the last few months have been hard for him. He just needs time."
"Mutt, it's time for dinner." Marion called up the stairs hoping her son would hear her. Marion heard the creak of his door opening and then heard it slam shut. She then saw her son walk down the stairs in a sullen kind of walk.
Mutt walked into the kitchen and smiled, because his mother had made his favorite. Roast with mashed potatoes with green beans on the side. It was a weird favorite for someone his age, but it was his favorite. Mutt sat down across from his father who was watching him the whole time. "What?"
"Nothing." Indy looked away. He wanted to know what was wrong with Mutt, but he knew he had to give his son space. When Marion served dinner, Mutt's spirit started to rise. They ate in silence until Marion questioned Mutt about the rest of his day, just to get him talking.
"Mutt, how was the rest of your day? Beside the fight and getting in trouble with us, what happened?"
Mutt swallowed his food. "I got an A on my geography test. I took so long that all the rest of the students were gone. Mr. Martin was relieved when I finished."
Talking to his parents about other things beside the fight got Mutt into a better mood. Hopefully, by next week no one would even remember anything about a fight.
"What else happened, Mutt?" Marion asked, taking a drink of her homemade lemonade, that no one but her liked.
"Well…I met a girl." Mutt wasn't sure how his parents were going to react with this news. Every time he ever mentioned anything about a girl, his parents jumped to the conclusion that he was always interested in her as a girlfriend and not as just a friend. She wasn't even a friend, yet. He knew absolutely nothing about her, except her name. He looked at his parents for any sign of jumping to conclusions, and he was right, his parents were looking at him with a smile plastered on their faces.
His father was the first to speak up. "A girl? Anyone I know?"
"I don't think so. She's new, only been in school for a week." Mutt took a drink of his mother's horrid lemonade and made a face. Luckily, Marion didn't see.
"Does this girl have a name?" Indy was wondering what girl had caught his son's attention.
"Claire Thomas."
"Claire? That name sounds familiar to me. Do you know where she's from?" Marion asked, wondering where she had heard the name before.
"No. I only know her name. Why does she sound familiar to you?" Mutt had just met the girl why would his mother know her. But his mother thought Claire's first name sounded familiar, nothing else.
"I don't know. When you said the name Claire, I got a distant memory of that name being yelled. Maybe I heard it on Television or something." Marion shrugged the feeling off and kept eating her dinner.
"How did you meet her?" His father asked.
"Well…I sort of ran into her…literally." Mutt had not told his parents this part of the story. When his father looked at him to explain, Mutt continued.
"When I was running from Ricky's pack, I ran into her and we both fell down. Then we hid in an empty classroom. We were going to get lunch, but she had to meet her parents or something like that." Mutt was still interested in knowing who this girl was, but it would have to wait until Monday.
That night Mutt's sleep was dreamless. It was a gift to have no dreams, because every time he did it was always of that girl. That girl, who had been on his mind for months, haunted him. He could never remember a thing about her, which upset him. When Mutt woke up he quickly dressed and went out into the garage. He needed to clean it. Cleaning the garage was not a punishment, but a job. His father had asked him to clean it a week ago. He offered Mutt 10 dollars if he did it on the weekend and if he did it right. Mutt set to work hating dust now. He swept until his fingers felt like they were never going to unfold from holding the broom.
After he set the broom down and gave the room a look over, he began to putt boxes on shelves. He went through tons of boxes that had just been laying there for years, he guessed. One had many pictures of his parents before he was born. Another was just a box of old clothes that looked to be so worn out they could probably be used as rags. He set each box on shelves and was straightening up, when his father walked in. "Mutt, how's it going out here?"
"Fine dad. Just finishing up. How does it look?" Mutt hoped that he did a good job; he really needed that 10 dollars.
Indy looked over the garage and smiled. Mutt had done a better job than what he would have done. "It looks good kid. Here…," Indy reached into his pocket and took out a 10-dollar bill. "don't spend it too soon." He handed it to Mutt who gladly accepted it.
The rest of the Saturday went smooth with Marion cleaning house, Indiana grading papers and Mutt working on his motorcycle. When night fell, Indy suggested that the family go to the drive-in that was just located a few blocks down. They went to see a new movie called 'The Spirit of St. Louis' starring James Stewart, who was Marion's favorite actor.
Luckily, it was not one of those romantic films that Indy and Mutt couldn't stand. Therefore, the whole family enjoyed it. When they got back, all was extremely tired and went straight to bed. That night was also filled with dreamless sleep for Mutt. When he woke up, he groaned, because he knew that today would be a day to catch up on schoolwork.
Mutt spent most of the day working on History homework, which was due tomorrow. His parents were busy doing nothing. Marion had cleaned all she could clean and Indy had graded every paper he had had. It would be safe to say that Sunday was lazy day for everyone, except Mutt. He finally finished around dinnertime, which were just leftovers from the other night. Mutt didn't really think anything about tomorrow until his father had reminded him that he could ride his motorcycle to school, but had to be home straight away. "Well tomorrow's going to be interesting. I hope I see that girl." Mutt said, before going to bed.
Okay this is the 3
rd chapter. It took long and has really nothing to do with the main plot of the story. It is probably the most boring chapter I have ever written. Don't get me wrong I like it and I hope you did too, but the rest of the chapters are going to be much more interesting. I should have the 4th chapter up soon. Please review they keep me writing.