Chapter 5: Chain Reaction?
"Howzabout.....Fido?" inquired John.
"Not original." I said.
John, the dog, and I were in my room on my bed discussing on a name for the pup. It was 8:00, and we had just eaten dinner. The dog was sound asleep on my lap.
"That's all I can think of." John said with a shrug. "What about you?"
'Hm.' I thought, staring out my window. "Maybe.....Ro."
"Wha? You can't row without a boat..."
"No, Shortie!" I said with a laugh. "R plus O. Ro."
"Xaiver, that sounds perfect!" he enthusiastically stated.
"Yep, it just fits for some reason." I said, petting the dog. "So that'll be his name." John nodded.
I reached over to a pile of comics on my nearby desk and grabbed one.
"...I have to make a confession...." John suddenly said.
"Huh?" I questioned, putting the comic book back.
"I've...I've been having a strange...shivering problem, too....since Thursday night, after a dream I had."
"Wha?" I was bewildered. "That sounds..."
"....Like you. I know. I....had the...the same dream as you..." he stammered.
It was true. I had seen John shake a little now and then, but it was at times I would think it would be just because it wasn't that warm.
We just sat there for a few minutes, yet it seemed like hours. Finally, John spoke again.
"I wonder...what this means..." I thought the same way.
Suddenly, a heard a knock on my door. I set Ro behind my pillow and went to the door. I opened it. Angela was there.
"Hey, I'm making popcorn, if you guys want some." she said, leaning on my door frame.
John perked up. "Extra butter?" he said anxiously.
"Sure." my sis responded. See why she's a pretty good sister?
Popcorn is a great way to help a problem, and ten minutes later, the three of us were down in the living room, eating it and watching the tube. I reminded myself to save some popcorn for Ro upstairs. Mom came in the room, dressed very elegantly in a red sparkly dress.
"Angela, how nice of you to make popcorn for the boys." she said with one of those pleased smiles.
"Yeah, whatever." sis said, not even paying attention.
"Well, I and your father are going out to dinner now." Oh, that's right. They said they were going out a little while ago. Dad came out at that moment, dressed in a tux.
"Well, I'm ready to go, sweetie." he said to Mom.
"We'll be going now." Mom said to us three. We all said goodbye, and they left the house.
"Boys, I'll see you tomorrow." my sister said, standing up.
I gave her a look. "Huh? This is early..."
"I haven't been feeling well. I've got this shivery feeling, ever since last night, when I had a weird dream. With a capital W." she explained.
"Don't stay up too late."
After she had gone upstairs, John and I looked at each other.
"Did she say......." John started.
I nodded.
"Howzabout.....Fido?" inquired John.
"Not original." I said.
John, the dog, and I were in my room on my bed discussing on a name for the pup. It was 8:00, and we had just eaten dinner. The dog was sound asleep on my lap.
"That's all I can think of." John said with a shrug. "What about you?"
'Hm.' I thought, staring out my window. "Maybe.....Ro."
"Wha? You can't row without a boat..."
"No, Shortie!" I said with a laugh. "R plus O. Ro."
"Xaiver, that sounds perfect!" he enthusiastically stated.
"Yep, it just fits for some reason." I said, petting the dog. "So that'll be his name." John nodded.
I reached over to a pile of comics on my nearby desk and grabbed one.
"...I have to make a confession...." John suddenly said.
"Huh?" I questioned, putting the comic book back.
"I've...I've been having a strange...shivering problem, too....since Thursday night, after a dream I had."
"Wha?" I was bewildered. "That sounds..."
"....Like you. I know. I....had the...the same dream as you..." he stammered.
It was true. I had seen John shake a little now and then, but it was at times I would think it would be just because it wasn't that warm.
We just sat there for a few minutes, yet it seemed like hours. Finally, John spoke again.
"I wonder...what this means..." I thought the same way.
Suddenly, a heard a knock on my door. I set Ro behind my pillow and went to the door. I opened it. Angela was there.
"Hey, I'm making popcorn, if you guys want some." she said, leaning on my door frame.
John perked up. "Extra butter?" he said anxiously.
"Sure." my sis responded. See why she's a pretty good sister?
Popcorn is a great way to help a problem, and ten minutes later, the three of us were down in the living room, eating it and watching the tube. I reminded myself to save some popcorn for Ro upstairs. Mom came in the room, dressed very elegantly in a red sparkly dress.
"Angela, how nice of you to make popcorn for the boys." she said with one of those pleased smiles.
"Yeah, whatever." sis said, not even paying attention.
"Well, I and your father are going out to dinner now." Oh, that's right. They said they were going out a little while ago. Dad came out at that moment, dressed in a tux.
"Well, I'm ready to go, sweetie." he said to Mom.
"We'll be going now." Mom said to us three. We all said goodbye, and they left the house.
"Boys, I'll see you tomorrow." my sister said, standing up.
I gave her a look. "Huh? This is early..."
"I haven't been feeling well. I've got this shivery feeling, ever since last night, when I had a weird dream. With a capital W." she explained.
"Don't stay up too late."
After she had gone upstairs, John and I looked at each other.
"Did she say......." John started.
I nodded.