Nicky x reader (nrdd)

Rock 'n' rules

A horn honks outside. "Mom! Your cab's here." Ricky says. "I can drive myself." "No. Your relaxation starts now." Dawn says. "We love you." Nicky says. "And we want you to have fun on your spaghetti-way." Dicky says. "Dicky, it's 'spa getaway'." Ricky corrects. "You know, where you get massages, and pedicures, and facials?" Nicky says. "I know. I pronounce things weird summertimes." "Just go." Dawn says to Anne as the car honks once more. "You know, I don't know. Maybe this isn't the best weekend." Anne says. "No, no, no. This is the only weekend. I bought this gift certificate a year ago. It expires Monday. You have to go." Tom says. "I guess. I just don't like leaving the kids all alone." "You mean with me?" "Right. No, of course I meant with you. Yeah." "Don't worry, mom. It's gonna be fine." Dawn says. "That's what you all said the last time I went away for the weekend, and I came home to you kids carving ice sculptures in the living room." "Dad said we had to be creative." Nicky says. "You were using a chainsaw." "Creatively." "Okay." "And there was no rule against it." Dicky says. "Which is why now there is a rule against it. Along with a bunch of other rules. That are in my big book of rules to keep the kids in line." Tom says. "Okay, so when you say a big book do you mean actually a—." Dawn was cut off why a big book being slammed on the table. "oh, mama, that's a big book." "For example rule #6. No making ice sculptures in the living room." "What about sculptures made out of—." Dicky gets cut off. "Or butter, or cheese, or food of any kind." Tom says as you all groan. "see, hon? They're groaning. I got this. It'll be good for you." "You need to go and relax." Dawn says as you nod in agreement. "I do, I really do." "Face it. We stress you out." Ricky says. "You do. You really do." "You know who else stresses you out? Dad." Dicky says. "I do." "You really do." Then the car honks again. "Hold your horses! I am coming."

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"Come on, guys. Think! There's got to be a way we can make money." Dawn says sitting down. "Perhaps some of my refreshing lemonade will help stimulate our thinking muscles." Nicky says as you all 'mmm' after taking a sip. "This is good stuff." Dawn says. 'You know you did well in choosing who to be with of dawns brothers.' 'I though that thank you very much.' 'Hey don't get mad at me.' You snap back into reality. "Oh, it's just Oscar. He's got a hankering for some lemonade and is wondering where he can buy some." Dawn says. "Well, text him back, and tell him we're too busy worrying about our money problems to worry about his lemonade-buying problems." "Yeah." 'They are that dumb.' 'Tell me about it.' "No, wait. We can solve both problems! We should open a lemonade stand." Dawn says. 'At least she knew what to do.' 'Mhm.' You snap back into reality again. "I'll go to the bathroom."  Dicky says. "How is that going to help?" Dawn asked. "It's not. I just had a lot of lemonade."

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"I have a large for Natalie. Nat-a-lie?" Dicky says. "It's 'Natlee'! The 'a' is silent!" "Sorry." "You call this a large?" "Sorry." Dawn says. "Sorry." Dicky says. "Sorry." You say. "Sorry?" Nicky says. 'She can be a pain in the butt.' "You know, maybe I should start calling out the names." Dawn says. "Don't worry. I got this." Dicky says. "I have a medium for Twrmnym." Dicky says. "'Twrmnym' is not a name. It's just smeared. Here. Um, Timothy? Theodore?" Dawn says. "Twrmnym?" "You call this a medium?" "You guys are using the wrong cups!" Nicky says. "So how much longer until we can pay the rent and start making our own rules?" Dawn asked Ricky. "At this rate, if we stay open 'til dinner... nine years."

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"Okay I found six-and-a-half fish sticks and two day old meatloaf." Dawn says and made a boy walk away. "Nobody's going to buy two day old meatloaf." "They will if we call it 'deliciously aged'." "Deliciously aged meatloaf? I'll take it." "It doesn't matter anyway. We're working our fingers to the bone, and we're still not making enough money to pay the rent." Ricky says. "I wish there was a way we could make money without actually having to work." Dicky says and the boys phone rings. "Hey, mom. Just getting some lemonade. Don't worry. I'll get the van off the front lawn. I don't know, I can't park it in the street. I just got to find someone who will let me pay them a lot of money to park in their garage."