Chapter 4 is gonna be a short one. I don't have a lot of time. Sorry. Anyway, Review. It really helps! Read on!
When we reached the porch, I stood next to Mikey and stared horribly at the two people stood at the gate; Mr. Perkins and some other guy were stood there, smiling like idiots.
"Hey there, little guys." He said, turning to face me, who was giving him a death glare. "And... girl." He shivered and I smiled. Exactly what I wanted him to do. He tried to get out of my agonizing glare but failing miserably. He continued.
"I'm Mr. Perkins, Troy's father." He finished in a false sense of happiness. Data soon spoke up soon after him, rather quickly.
"Yeah, we know who Troy is. He's such a cheap guy!" Data exclaimed before Brand motioned him to shut the hell up.
"Umm... My father's not home, Mr. Perkins." Brand replied as politely as he possibly could without shouting at Mr. Perkins.
"Well, is your Mummy here?" He asked as if we were like 4. Brand's next remark would've made me laugh if Mr. Killjoy Perkins wasn't there.
"No, sir. Actually, she's at the market buying Pampers for all us kids." Brand shot back. I think Chunk was the only one who snickered at that. Mr. Perkins did as well, only to face 'Phil' as murmur something that I couldn't hear.
" You can give these papers your father to, uh, read through, and sign." Mr. Perkins handed Brand the papers and smiled happily at him. Even Data looked a bit down at the time.
"Thank you." Brand mumbled in an annoyed tone.
"No, thank you." Mr. Perkins replied, turning and motioning over to Data's house before turning to Phil.
"Brand, what is all that stuff?" Mikey asked.
"It's Dad's business." Brand replied, flipping through the papers.
"But what is it?" Mikey asked again.
"I said it's Dad's business!" He repeated, a little louder than before.
"Oh, yeah. Mikey can't look but you can flip through them. Unless you're your dad, you can't look either." I said, glaring at him. I freaked him out so he tried to change the subject.
"Look at 'em, smiling." He saved himself pretty nicely. Everyone agreed with Data being the first one to add to the conversation.
"They just can't wait until tomorrow when they forclose on all the whatever-you-call-it."
"Trash the Goon Docks." Mouth and I said sadly.
"I hope when they wreck our house, they make it a sand trap." Brand said.
"And never get their balls out!" Mikey contributed angrily. I pulled a rock out of my pocket and threw it at Mr. Perkins, half-smiling at their surprised shouts. Still half grinning half angry, I walked over to Mikey and placed my chin carefully on his shoulder.
"We will get to stay here. I know we will." I said, stroking his hair. He turned to look at me.
"I hope so. If I found One-Eyed Willy's treasure, I'd make sure we all stayed here." He replied. I smiled and he grabbed my hand. The one thing that I went crazy about. I felt a thin blush coat my face and the lyrics came to me. The ones from Heart Attack by Demi Lovato
But you, make me wanna act like a girl.
Paint my nails and wear high heals.
Yeah, you, make me so nervous,
That I just can't hold your hand...
At that very moment, Brand walked out and dragged Mikey inside, causing me to reluctantly follow them.
Chapter 4 is super short for reasons. I am doing a chapter for each setting apart from when they're riding down the road to that shop (the outtakes on the DVD will be in this. Heads up!) So yeah. And I have school tomorrow so I've gotta do my homework. Bye.
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