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IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: As many of you may know, the teen choice awards are coming up in August (Only on Fox) Anyways various Glee Cast members are nominated for a fairly large number of awards. It is our duty as obsessed fan girls (and guys) to make sure Glee wins every award it is nominated for. Let's kick some Twilight butt gleeks!
LESS IMPORTANT BUT STILL IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT: My profile poll is currently "Which Hudson kids is your favorite?"
The Standings are:
Will: 0
Mark: 0
Hannah: 1
Aaron: 0
Joey: 0
Coen: 0
I'm bummed for the boys, not one vote. So if you want to make their day (and mine) go on over to my profile and vote. To make things more interesting... I need five votes before I continue. I want to know whose the favorite so I can develop him/her more.
July 4, 2018
William Hudson woke up to cracks of sunlight peeking in his window through his blinds. He smiled at the sun. The sun meant that the fireworks wouldn't be rained out. He loved watching the colorful sparkles light up the air and shower down slowly before disappearing into the clouds of smoky colored sky.
He pulled back his blanket; it was the same old truck pattered one he'd had since he was two. He had a new bed, having outgrown his small toddler bed and giving it to Mark. This bed was bigger and taller: a real big boy bed. Not just the kind your parents gave you when you were two and said was the real deal. At that age you ignored the little bars on the front half up by your pillow, you no longer had that babyish crib. That's how Will felt until he got a bed without any bars and gave his old one to Mark, who was delighted at the thought of his own big boy bed. Will had told him it was a little boy bed, but not a little baby bed. Mark and scowled and declared it a "daddy bed". He had tried at least.
He slowly slid down the side of his bed on his tummy. He could easily touch the ground, but it was so much higher than his old bed at two feet off the ground. His daddy laughed at this but Will insisted he wasn't scared of getting off the bed, it was just fun. He his feet felt the ground and he jumped off quickly. He considered changing into something more manly than his green pajamas with a blue and gold fire truck on the front, but he decided it would take too much of his time.
He quietly ran past the twins' room and darted across the hallway to his parent's room. Will slowly pulled on the handle and pushed the door open. When he heard nothing, he took a step forward; then another. He looked at his parents' digital clock. The numbers were 5, 3, and 6. He had no idea what it meant; he just knew what numbers they were. He tip-toed right up to his mommy's side of the bed. Seeing that his mother was wrapped in his father's arms on his side of the bed, Will crawled under the covers.
He looked over at his daddy. Will had always wondered why his father slept in a t-shirt and loose pajama pants. Why didn't he wear real pajamas, with trucks on them like his? Or the moon, like Mark's? Or even stars like Hannah's favorite pair of pajamas or on his mother's nightgown? When Will had asked him, he'd replied that he didn't have pajamas. Will had asked why, and he'd said he didn't need them. Will offered to lend him his least favorite pajamas when he was two, but Finn declined. Will sighed; old people were hard to understand.
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Rachel's eyes opened at six a.m. exactly, as they had nearly every day since she had been twelve. She wriggled free of Finn's protective grasp, being sure not to wake him up. She'd done this many times before, it was like a science. It was harder when she was five months pregnant with child number four.
When she quietly turned around she saw her eldest son lying in her spot. His dark hair brushed her pillow and his hands clutched his baby blanket. It was his favorite color and had his trademark truck on it. She climbed over him off the bed and pulled the covers over his body and kissed his forehead. He didn't stir.
She smiled at him then snuck over to the twins' room. She had suggested that Mark move into Will's room once before. They had looked at each other and shook their heads, not willing to be separated. Rachel pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside. On the left side of the room was Mark's bed. The sheets had been replaced since it had been Will's, now being a soft light blue. Mark was lying sideways across the bed, his feet and ankle's hanging off the side and his blanket on the floor. She smiled at the Mark-ness of it. She picked the blanket off the floor and covered him with it, not wanting to wake him by flipping him the right way. She kissed his forehead and moved on to Hannah, her only daughter.
Hannah was her "normal" sleeper. Her head was perfectly centered on her pillow, her hair forming a circle around her. Rachel kissed her forehead as she had with her sons and slowly closed the door. She then slipped back into her own room to grab her iPod so she could exercise to music. Right before she grabbed it she noticed Finn. He was now flipped over the wrong way, his feet facing the headboard and his blanket to his side. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "Nice try Finn."
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