chapter four

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clay's pov

"Clay Anderson, get your ass down here!" I hear a yell from downstairs, but for once, it's my mother. I soar down the stairs to meet her and she stands tapping her foot on the floor. "Well? I haven't got all day, boy." A smile grows on my face. "Is it today?" I ask with hope. She nods her head and hits my shoulder playfully, waving me towards her as she walks closer to the living room.

I sneak closer, keeping my footsteps light to see what i'm looking at, only to see my father and sister asleep on the couch, each on separate sections of it. My mother goes up behind my father and suddenly starts screaming her head off, then breaks into laughter at my father flailing his arms.

"Isabel!" he exclaims with a playful smirk, and then grabs her waist, tackling her onto the couch.

My sister and I groan in unison. "Get a room!" my sister yells, throwing a pillow at them.

"We did, twice. See how that turned out?" my mother chuckles, kissing my father's cheek.

I groan. "Muuuuuuuuuum!!" I rub my face with my hands.

She holds her hands up defensively and smacks my father's thigh, ushering him up. "Let's go, sun won't be up all day!"

And with that, our family sets off to the beach.

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My father sets his beach bag down with his Mr. Krabs-looking arms. "Well, Clay? Did you have fun?" He grins up at me. He takes his hat off and I finally get a good look at him.

My whole family looks kind of similar, all of us being blondes. My mother was the only one with almost white hair, very very light blonde hair. Drista's was a lighter blonde than my dad and I who were dirty blonds, but my father and I had green eyes whereas my mother and Drista had brown eyes.

My dad shared the same body build as I did, he was muscular but also had a bit of a belly, some would describe it as a dad bod which was fitting. He was fit, don't get me wrong, but as fit as a father of two could be.

His hair was shaggy but not quite as long as mine. He also had freckles littering his face just like me. I took after my dad a lot.

"Clay!!! Jesus Christ are you okay??" My father was raising his hand to touch my forehead as I snapped back to reality.

"Oh damn, sorry Dad. I spaced out I guess." He patted my shoulder comfortingly and walks to the kitchen to meet up with the rest of my family. I go to follow him but hear a ping from my phone.

THE BOYZZZ 😋🤨😀😫😻🤪😈
daddy q 🤘😫
WHERES CLAY BEEN

sappy nappy 💫⭐️
yeah fr, he's been MIA all day

gogy wogy 😈
prolly making out with emma 😔😫🫣

karl(local gay /srs)🏳️‍🌈
george is one to talk, mr "i can't hang bc i have a date with a homewrecker"

sappy nappy 💫⭐️
OUHHHHHH SHIT 💀

daddy q 😫
CLAY GET YOUR FINE ASS OVER HERE GEORGE GOT HUS ASS DESTROYEDDDDDDDFDDDDD

I chuckle to myself, typing out my response.

dreamy creamy 😦😮🙁
1: haha gogy
2: im sorry i actually like my family and had to spend time with them, we went to the beach today 😤

And with that, I shoved my phone in my shorts pocket and head to the kitchen.

My mother is sitting on the counter with a speaker playing Glass Animals while my dad dances and cooks, occasionally stealing a kiss from her. My sister is sat on top of the table and kneading some form of dough, singing along to the songs. Patches sat in one of the kitchen barstools and was grooming herself.

I join in singing with my sister, going to wash my hands and help her with the dough. I pass by my father, he playfully swatted the towel on his shoulder at me. I washed my hands and grabbed some dough to help out Drista.

"Clay?" I pop my head up at the sound of my mother's voice. "Yes ma'am?" I question. "Why don't you invite your friends over for dinner? I think your father went overboard and made a whole bunch of food." She glances over his shoulder at the mess on the stove and stifles a laugh. He pouts at her.

I chuckle and go to wash my hands again, grabbing my phone afterwards.

THE BOYZZZ 😋🤨😀😫😻🤪😈
dreamy creamy 😦😮🙁
all y'all come to my house rn or else 😈

daddy q 😫
or what 😈

dreamy creamy 😦😮🙁
my dad is cooking

gogy wogy 😈
ZAYUM ILL BE RIGHT OVER

sappy nappy 💫⭐️
SAME 😋

daddy q 😫
foaming at the mouth i'm literally running rn

karl (local gay /srs)🏳️‍🌈
BRO LETS GOOOOOOO

I set my phone down now that I know to expect all my friends for dinner. I relay the information to my mother and her smile doubles in size.

"You know what I missed most about having your friends over?" she asks me. I tilt my head to the side. She pushes my hair out of the way and holds the side of my head. "They're much nicer than you." She starts laughing as I swat her away. "Mum!" I laugh. She simply shrugs and slides off the counter, latching onto my father's back as he puts all the food in serving dishes.

Due to her working long hours, she isn't home a whole lot. So when she is, she's very affectionate to her family to make up for it. Family dinner nights are always the best with her because it always feels more like a party. She's a fairly young woman, in her early thirties along with my father, so she still knew how to party.

I guess I was lost in my thoughts because the doorbell rang, a bunch of loud talking on the other side of it. I heard my mother open it excitedly and begin to greet all of them with a hug and a forehead kiss.

Luckily I was blessed with a mother who loved all of my friends. Maybe she loved them more than me, but she still loved them.

They all made their way to the kitchen and began setting the table and bringing the food over from the counter. Just because they were hooligans didn't mean that they had no manners.

Everyone was sat down, passing plates and food around and getting situated. Everyone knew that in our house, everyone served themself and instead of praying like other households, we just took a deep breath and began eating. Where did this come from? Who the hell knows. But a tradition is a tradition.

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"Thank you so much for coming, boys!" My mother exclaimed out the door, giving her farewells to the boys climbing into Quackity's jeep.

"No, thank you Mrs. Anderson!" Nick yells to her, then closes the car door as the jeep starts. They slowly back out of the driveway and pull away as my mother shuts the front door.

"They're such good guests." she smiles.

"Good thing you're a good host, mum." I shrug.

"You are too. Go do dishes with your sister." she grins evilly.

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word count: 1203 words

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