Rediscovering Us (bxb)

No one asked for this project

Lyndon finally got a job! He still had about five months left of trade school but he was able to apply for a carpenter apprenticeship at Home Depot.

The letter came in yesterday accepting him, they wanted him to come in for an interview on Monday.

He was ecstatic. When he read the letter he dropped it and picked me up and spun me around the room.

I was happy for him. He was finally getting his life together.

Lyndon's interview went very well and they called him back on Wednesday saying he got the apprenticeship and he would start next week.

He set up the garage as his own personal work space so he could practice.

Ever since then, he's been rather..handy around the house.

It seemed like I never saw him anymore. He spent all day in the garage.

You would just hear the banging of a hammer and the sound of a drill continuously.

I started to not like to be in the house, it was too loud there. I don't think I'll ever get the smell of sawdust out of my nose.

My mother noticed all of this. I don't think she really liked the noise either as she started making excuses not to be home.

I went into the garage often just to chat with Lyn. He was friendly but it was impossible to hear each other as he was always hitting something with his hammer or sawing wood.

Hell, he could have been telling me he hated me and I would have no idea.

However, these were just little problems. The big problems started when he moved his projects upstairs.

I walked to the library one morning to return my self-help book. It gave me a reason to be out of the house so I took it.

"Hi, I checked this book out about six months ago. Can I still return it?" I asked the librarian.

"Sure, just leave it here." She patted the spot in front of her.

I set the book down, wished her a good day, and left.

When I returned home, I heard a drill from behind the door before I even put my key in

I sighed and unlocked the door. I pushed it open and was shocked when I saw the whole kitchen in a mess.

The air smelled like a mixture of paint and sawdust. My mother was on a ladder painting the ceiling white. She waved at me when I cautiously stepped into the kitchen.

The cabinets..were gone. Everything was covered in plastic.

Lyndon stood in the middle of the kitchen with a new cabinet. He looked concentrated as he drilled a screw into it.

"Mom, what's going on?" I said, my anxiety slowly starting to rise.

"We're redoing the kitchen! I'm painting, Lyndon is building us new cabinets. Isn't that nice?" She smiled at me, she looked happy that he was doing this.

"But why? Are we moving?" I asked.

"No, I've been meaning to give our home a makeover. Lyndon has been working on a lot of projects and it was his idea to redo the cabinets." My mother answered.

"But, this isn't your house Lyn! You can't start changing everything." I looked down at Lyndon who was quiet during my talk with Mom.

"Your Mom's fine with it." He shrugged and picked the cabinet up. He set it on the counter and patted it.

"Mom!" I said, I felt like a toddler whining now.

"Shane, calm down. Why are you acting like this? I think it's very nice of your friend to di this for us." My mother climbed down from the ladder.

I couldn't even do anything besides turn around and head to my bedroom. It wasn't worth the trouble.

Yes, I'm twenty seven and getting angry at cabinets. You don't have to cry about it, I'll cry about it.

Oh, and by the way. The cabinets and the kitchen came out great. Guess I'll never doubt Lyndon's ability to read directions on how to build a cabinet.

AN: Don't worry, the story is going to get really good soon. Just had to have another chapter of Lyndon pissing Shane off.