"No rain... No rainbows." I quoted. "True. True." Aric agreed. We're slouched on the couch, watching the first 'Captain America' "we should do something practical." I groaned. "You still studying for that Math test?" Aric asked. Oh right. That goddamn test, two days from now... "Yeah, I'm going to fail it anyway though." Depressing, I managed to pull a elastic smile. "Math comes in handy in life." He said, intelligently. Pft!! Where have I heard that. "That's what calculators were invented for." I said, cheekily. A smirk was tugging at the corner of Aric's mouth. "Ill add the bed, you subtract the clothes, you divide the legs, and Ill multiply!" Aric joked. He was smirking like crazy. "What the fuck dude!?" I stared at him blankly, tossing a punch to his arm.
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"Wat that?" A cute cuddling, over adorable voice questioned. Turning my head, Flinn my two year old brother, stood looking up at the ceiling. "What's, what?" I asked, confused. "That!" He said, cheerful and curious. Flinn's little finger was pointing up towards the fan, hanging from the ceiling. "It's a fan, bud." I said, using a childish voice. "Wow!" He said, waddling away.
The movie's been done for about a half hour already. Sadly Aric and I, haven't found anything "Productive" to do. Well maybe I haven't. Aric has been pretty busy teasing me with his revolting jokes!
"Nice legs... What time do they open?" Aric joked. Goddamn it! The fault in me, for wearing shorts today... I admit, I burst into laughter. Aric somehow finds a way to make sickening jokes, actually funny.
"Mommy!!" Flinn screamed in joy, as mom opened up the door, entering the house. After mom settled in, Flinn started jumping up and down again. "Popsicle, Popsicle. Mommy!" He bagged. "here, give one to Ricky and Tabbie." Mom said. As Flinn waddled into the room, Aric and I jumped up. At the sight of Flinn, holding two Popsicles, I spotted a mango flavoured one. Leaping from the couch, I dashed over to Flinn, snatching the mango flavour Popsicle from his tiny grip. "Mwahahhahaha!" An evil laugh, escaped my lips, as I danced in victory! Aric took the sour apple Popsicle from Flinn, pouting. Bursting into laughter, as I spotted Aric's face scrunching up, his taste buds obviously couldn't stand the sour taste.
