Remember: Completed

Four: badassery

The drive to his grandmothers was peaceful. There was no Michael yapping, there wasn't even a sound coming from his mother. Not until they arrived when she said "just breath."

Luke assumed it was for him, so he forced a fake smile and said he was fine but his mother smiled widely at him and said "oh, no, hunny that was for me." She then giggled as she exited the car.

That was an hour ago. They were now seated at the large wooden table with sandwiches, carrots, and a salad on neat pretty little plates infront of all three of them.

The peaceful silence was gone the instant they entered through the door. Michael had appeared back and he was trying to make Luke annoyed, he wanted Luke to leave and go on the adventure with him.

Luke was currently slouched in his chair, wincing every time Michael paced up and down behind his mother and grandmother, who were seated directly across the table from him.

Michael was pacing, marching to be exact. He some how found two pans and were banging them loudly together, over and over as he shouted on the top of his lungs.

"And one, two.... One, two, three, four!" He spun around and started to bang the pans even harder. He was soon singing on the top of his lungs, " I am Henry the eighth, I am! Henry the eighth, I am, I am!"

Luke glared down at his food, poking at the sandwich. He could feel his mothers and grandmothers eyes bore into him like he was a boiling pot of water about to over flow.

"Luke, are you okay?" Grammy j asked, watching Luke continue to randomly flinch and glare at his food. She nor Liz could hear the banging or loud singing coming from Michael.

"What?" Loud shouted, trying to talk loudly over the noises, forgetting Liz and his grandmother couldn't hear any of it. He noticed the concern stare from his grandmother and the confused expression from his mother.

Michael stopped pacing and held up the pans above his head as he continued to Sing, "I got married to the woman next door...she's been married seven times before!"

Luke groaned and looked down at his food, poking at the carrots now. He was starting to get a headache from Michael, and he could barely hear his mom or grandmother talking.

"You've barely touched your lunch." Stated Grammy j, glancing between Luke and Liz.

"I'm, I'm not hungry." Luke stammered, glancing at the marching Michael with an unamused expression.

Michael stopped marching, "something, something, something, sooommeething, no sir!" He sang as he bobbed side to side like a child, bouncing on his heels.

"Nonsense, you need a good meal in you, before you..." Grammy j started to say but stopped herself. She looked like she was struggling for the right word, as if the word jail or prison were too toxic to say. As if the truth was too painful, but maybe because to her it was.

Michael started to twirl and dance, still loudly singing. "I'm the one and only Henry!" He turned and marched over to the end of the table and started to thrust his hips as he moved one of the pans down Infront of his crotch, sticking it straight out. "And my Henry is really - really long!"

Luke pulled his gaze off of Michael, to look at his grandma, noticing that she was talking again. Luke sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, looking away.

"Did you eat before you came here?" Grammy j asked. She turned to Liz, asking in a tone that said she was disappointed and upset, "did he eat, Liz?"

"Really .. Really.. Llllooooonnnnnggggg" shouted Michael, slamming the pans together over and over, no longer in a rhythm.