"No one asked you to," Hobie started.
"So I'm going to sit back and let you ruin my things?" Bre scoffed.
"What is the point of having a bloody dishwasher and not using it?!" He pointed to the kitchen.
"What do you mean? You get plenty of use," she shrugged, "And no, you can't touch the other one after you put a d mn fish in it!"
"I wanted to see if you really could cook one in it and it was like a sardine!"
"Do you not understand the concept of a stove or microwave!?"
The teens watched the back and forth between the rocker and the grandma. It was like a game of tennis.
Hobie crossed his arms, "I can take care of myself."
Bre laughed, almost doubling over.
"What's so funny!?"
"You," She wiped her eyes, sighing, "That's a good joke. Hoo, you taking care of yourself," she began laughing again.
"I have and can!"
"Yes, sure you can," she dismissed, walking past him to grab her mail, "When was the last time you changed your oil?"
"Two months-"
"Without being reminded?"
He glared off, "You act like needing a reminder is a big deal."
"Who fixed your car's suspension?"
"I did. Has dementia got you already?"
"Nope, but it might have skipped me and gone straight to you," she wagged a finger, "You did something to that suspension. Then I fixed it."
"You know," he crossed his arms, "I didn't come here to be disrespected and talked down to in front of my friends!"
The older woman shrugged, "Then why did you bring them?"
"We're going to my room," he ushered the trio to the stairs, "and I'm taking the cat!" He grabbed Yujin, carrying him on his shoulder.
She waved them off, reading through the letters.
X
"Love that woman," he smiled, tossing a ball at Pav, "I got three good songs cranked out. So when do you want to aim this concert for?"
Gwen shrugged, pushing the CD in and playing some tunes, "I just need to have enough notice."
Miles tickled Yujin's chin, "A fish though?"
"Yea, Gwendy showed this video where a guy cooked a fish in his dishwasher. I wrapped it in the foil, of course."
Pav chuckled, "That's different. How did it come out?"
He shrugged, "I fell asleep. It cooked, kinda. I think. I just remember her yelling at me about wasting food." Apparently Nan had checked to see what was in there and threw it out, "You guys wanna see the bowling alley we checked?"
"Sounds good to me," Pav agreed, petting the cat.
"Bet," he jumped off the bed, "Hey Nan!"
X
"You wanna stay the night?" Hobie wrapped and arm around Miles.
The shorter teen was in the zone as he tagged the wall, "I gotta call mami and see what she says. But I don't see it being an issue."
Punk nodded, turning his attention back to the wall. He whistled, nodding at the display, "I knew you would let loose in here."
"Impressive," Pav hurried over, "Ohhh! We're gonna need to get you more colors. Imagine all you can do with a fuller rainbow."
Gwen glanced over, recognizing the mural of all their spider-man shoes. Feet in Pavitr's case.
"Thats pretty cool," she sat on the counter, watching him go.
X
"Back," Hobie hung the keys up, "I filled the tank. Thanks for letting me borrow it."
Bre gave the boy a nod, "Did your friends enjoy? Looks like one came back with you."
"Yea, look what Peter Pan here did," he rushed over, sitting next to her and showing a picture he took of the graffiti.
"Nice. And you all signed your names," she nodded in approval, "I see Dimples didn't exaggerate on your skills."
"Aw thanks," he smiled, rubbing his neck, "My mom said I can stay the night. Is that ok?"
"Of course! I love little ones, and I'm happy my sweet little headache has actual friends," Nan rubbed her boy's back, him leaning into her forehead.
"Thanks," Miles stood a bit awkwardly as those two snuggled.
"Don't be a stranger, there's plenty of room on my couch for you and I have another arm. I also have drinks over here," she pat the seat to her right, wrapping an arm around him when he joined them, "I need to meet your parents next. See who created such a cute little thing."
He gave her a crooked smile, "I'll have to talk to them about it."
"You best, now," she checked the time, "It time for my show," she turned to watch a Kdrama, "They have a new episode up. Oh! And we're getting season three."
"I told you they wouldn't leave us hanging. Too many questions unanswered," Hobie stared intensely at the screen.
"I've seen it happen so many times. You don't understand," Bre slammed her fist on the armrest.
X
Nan pulled the blanket over the boys. Miles was out like a light, hugging Hobie as he slept. Bre-ma always gave them so much food.
She adjusted her boy's bonnet, "Its time for me to get that hair taken care of again."
That comment tanked Hobie's mood.
Bre could sense the change, "What's wrong?"
"I…I don't like her touching my hair."
"Did she hurt you?"
"No, it didn't hurt," he chewed on the nipple of his bottle, "I just don't like it. I don't know her."
"Ah," she nodded, rubbing his leg, "We have to maintain it, keep your hair nice. You were so pleased with how it turned out."
Punk shifted uncomfortably, chewing the bottle again, "I…don't like people I don't know touching my hair."
"Ok dumplin'," she thought about how to deal with this, "How about we get to know her? She won't do your hair, but maybe you can go with Virgil? Would that be better?"
He thought on her suggestion and nodded in agreement.
"Ok, we'll do that," she pressed her forehead against his, "You get good sleep. We'll talk about that later. Your little friend is a lightweight."
Hobie snickered, handing her the empty bottle and rubbing Lizzy against his cheek, "Just a little. Night night, Nana,"