History or Fantasy?

Chapter 1

Most of the time, people call family reunions the horrors on earth well at least the stereotypical ones. We had so many stereotypes about our generation, pubescent teens who just can't figure themselves out. Well, that was actually rather true. In the modern age, people were more open and my parents made sure to tell me plenty of stories about how much secrets were kept in the past. Especially when it connected to sexuality.

Well other than not being a big nerd, I was as 'normal' as I hoped to was. I did spend a bit more on the computer than any other thing, but that was standard for my age right? I wasn't the most sure. I loved family reunions for mostly one thing in particular, my grandparents. The two sets of them, they were like my entire social life, well, almost. They shared my taste in pretty much every subject I enjoyed talking about, they also loved being told stories, and telling them too. Maybe, that was where my parents and I both got it from?

My grandparents had started to go on about their young romances, either where they would go for the night of 'fun' and some kissing. It wasn't a topic I loved that much, but it was better than being around my other relatives.

"Janet and I would have sleepovers without my parents knowing. At around midnight, after her parents had went to bed. She would come over and wait for me to help her into my room." My grandpa Harold was telling the story this time around, while holding my grandma Janet's hand. Who smiled at the story. "She was an early-riser, and your great grandparents usually slept in on the weekends. So, before your great grandparents woke up, Janet would wake me up. Even if I refused to most of the time and I would help her from my bed out the window. I almost dropped her a few times."

Lawrence had heard this story before, many times before. He didn't care though, as he enjoyed the stories anyway. This was usually the cue for them to start kissing. Which they did after the scheduled hit to the head that Janet did with a gentle smile, which just encouraged the kiss to happen even quicker.

"Grandma Kelly, do you have any stories?" I looked over to her, with a small smile. She had been paralysed waist-down for a couple years now, it had been caused by a car crash that had also killed her husband, my grandpa Colton. She was going through a depression that doctors had said would stay with her till she died, I was the only person that could actually make her smile. She looked at me, a gentle smile on her face, nothing big. As it could easily fall away once she looked over to something else, her eyes showed the incident. It was like it was being replayed in her eyes over and over, and she had been living with my grandpa Harold and Janet since the accident.

"I don't have any at the moment dear, Janet and Harold would probably remember more of their stories than I would." Kelly told me, I nodded and looked over to Janet as I hadn't heard a story from her for a good while. "I will email you any stories that I remember." Kelly added, I then suddenly remembered about the chain of emails that they had been doing since Kelly had gotten a computer. She was really good at writing on it and her grammar was ridiculously nice, even better than his own. She would have special font just for talking to me, and other fonts for many others, he didn't even know if changing font for email was possible.

I nodded to tell her that I had heard her, before smiling at Janet. "Do you have any?" She then looked at me with that face that clearly showed that she was going to say something I wasn't going to like. "How about you go and talk to your cousins? I am sure they want to talk to you. We would like some time to talk to each other, and we shouldn't be keeping you from visiting your other relatives. We will be here when you get back."

I opened up my mouth for a reply, however, Kelly showed it clearly that she would like if I went by sending me a small smile that said 'go be a child'. "Alright, I will be back in ten minutes." A small warning glare came from Janet. "Half an hour." I corrected, she seemed happier with that answer. Then I ran through the living room, kitchen, and up the stairs. He had a fairly small family, two cousins, one aunt, one uncle. One mom and dad, his grandpa, and two grandmas.