"Alright boys, I'm going to work." Max calls out, as he heads for the front door.
"Bye dad!" David and Dwayne call out.
Max leaves, and David and Dwayne let out a small cheer.
"I can't believe that dad actually let us invite our friends over!" David laughs, normally David and Dwayne had to sneak Edgar and Alan over, Max would never normally allow a sleep over without an adult in the house.
"I think he's ill!" Dwayne laughs. "He even left us 40 dollars! For Dominos!"
"No way." David gasps.
"Yes way!" Dwayne waves the two 20 dollar bills around.
"Shit, when should we feed Marko?" David thinks outloud, looking at the clock. It was about 5:30 PM. Edgar and Alan were expected around 6.
"I geuss we should do it now. Dad said to give him instant breakfast."
"I hope we have chocolate or strawberry. Marko really hates the vanilla one. Found a bottle of that stuff under his bed, and it rotted. It was gross. And I think Dad found another rotten bottle in the car."
"Dad bought a big box of the chocolate kind. Do you wanna make it or me?"
"I will. You don't make it right! Marko won't drink it if you make it. You add too much milk!"
"I follow the directions, David! It's one half milk to one half powder, and you put the nipple on the bottle and shake it!"
"NO! YOU MIX IT BEFORE IT GOES IN THE BOTTLE! I don't think Marko would like a mouth full of powder!"
"Maybe it'll teach Marko it's time to eat solid food."
"I'll take care of Marko, Dwayne!" David huffs, and goes into the kitchen to prepare Marko's "dinner".
"Speaking of... Marko and Paul are a little too quiet. Especially Paul. He's incapable of being quiet, unlike Marko, who sometimes is too quiet." Dwayne ponders outloud.
"I hooked up the Playstation in the play room. Paul is playing that WWE game. And Marko, last time I checked, was in his room, playing with his stuffed pigeon."
"It's creepy as hell that Marko loves pigeons as much as he does." Dwayne shakes his head.
"Leave him be, Dwayne."
David continues to prepare Marko's bottle and has Dwayne put in the order for Dominos. Soon enough, Marko comes out of his room, looking for David, to let him know he's hungry.
"David? I'm hungry."
"Good thing! I have your bottle right here, okay?" David hands Marko the bottle.
Marko grins and starts to drink from it, his eyes however intent on whatever it was that David was doing.
Not that Dwayne would admit it to David, who obviously favored Marko, but the way Marko would stare or watch intently creeped him the fuck out! The way those blue-green eyes just took things in made him shudder. There was something wrong with Marko, possibly psychotic even, and Dwayne knew it- even if no one else did.
"Marko! Are you gonna be a good boy tonight? Dwayne and I are having Edgar and Alan over!"
Marko dosen't respond, but grins, whilst still drinking from the bottle.
Marko's grin also made Dwayne uneasy. A five year old should not grin like The Joker.
"Uppy!" Marko demands, throwing his now empty bottle to the ground, leaving it for Dwayne to pick up and put in the sink. And David, of course, scooped Marko up into his arms.
"You're too skinny, Marko! You need to eat more!" David shakes his head in concern.
"I'm sorry, David. DON'T HURT ME!" Marko cries out.
"Marko! I would never hurt you. You're my Marko! My favoriteist Marko in the whole world!" David smiles at him, then whispers "my favorite brother in the whole world."