Three Brood Instigators

79. All Summer Long

Just that midnight after long days in June, Wilkes have finally returned home, Nanny Villa was willing all night without rest to wait.

"I am home, nanny," Wilkes greeted as he opened the door.

"You are home, Wilkes," Nanny opened a hug, and Wilkes rushed for it.

"I missed you," he missed.

"I know," she said. "I know," she said again. "How was the camp?"

"It was...possibly the best experiences I have ever did, I cannot wait to tell you about it," he expressed.

"I am sure you do, tired already?" she asked.

"I guess," Wilkes said. He had to decide it, "I think I want a long sleep."

Febby still continued her sleep, closing Little Robert's ears of Drock's loud snore. When Drock grubbed, he leaned his head straight up, and continued sleeping. He dreamt of deep tensions with someone, releasing feelings of ecstasy, filled with addictive purple skies in the background, then switched to what he saw a blurry body with the dawn sky, waving an arm, Pastuzo smiled with an open mouth.

"Yo," Pastuzo greeted.

"HOLY SHEEEEETT!!!" Drock was scared to death, everyone awoken up from theirs. "Son of a bitch! I thought I was abducted by fucking Mr.Bean!"

"You made a big mistake coming here," Febby looked up close. "Big... fucking... mistake!" she pushed.

"Aww, so you missed, Vanessa," Pastuzo guessed.

"Clayne," Febby stared piss at him. "Why did you hang out with this idiot?"

"Uhh... I don't know, friends come in mysterious places do they?" Clayne said. "Isn't that how friends are made and born."

"Exactly," Pastuzo said, placing a KFC bucket into the center. "And thus... friendships can be made in mysterious ways, some even make friends on the Mariana Trench."

"Well, not like that, you don't," Kevin came.

"Great, more schoolkids to ruin the day,"

"Haha, hey, Kevin," Pastuzo stayed patient. "What are you doing here?"

"Well... you know another thing about friendship, they stick with you wherever you want to go."

"No," Pastuzo said. "They support you, whatever you needed," he said. "Sticking to me won't be enough..."

"And what you are doing is not enough to solve your problems..."

"Hey!" Pastuzo stared close. "Don't fuck up my impression here," he said. "I ain't making the same mistake again."

"Oh typical, school, always with the drama, that's why we would never think of attending such place, school is complicated, the streets, well, as long as you know where to go, nothing will ever be complicated."

"What you said, yeah," Pastuzo said. "Now... I want..."

"Nope," Febby disagreed.

"I have to agree with the disagreeable," Drock said. "No matter what you spent your $10 for, it ain't enough for you to be one of us..."

"Hey, I erased the evidences, I helped you get some Bacotemol..."

"And in the end we screwed up, we got caught by the scientists you stole Bacotemol from. You're just a selfish greedy son of a bitch, who uses 'I' not 'we,' "

"MOTHERFUCKER!" Pastuzo kicked a rock, and felt the pain.

"What, you gonna intimidate me? Try harder!" Drock owned.