Topic: when you're forced to go to one of his sleepovers
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Matthew (age 11)
You were in the living room watching tv when you heard arguing. You turned the volume low on the tv so you could hear. It was your mom and your older brother Matthew.
"Your dad is out working late and I have to go visit your grandmother. So either take her with you or you're not going to that sleepover." You heard your mom exclaim. "Mom c'mon, have mercy." Matthew begged.
That made you chuckle. "Just go ask her." Your mom said and the argument stopped. So you put the volume up on the tv again. You heard footsteps approaching the couch where you were and some grumbling.
Someone sat next to you. "Can you come to a sleepover with me?" Matthew asked. "No." You said not even thinking about it. He kneeled down on the floor and looked up at you. "Please?" He begged. "Nope." You said again.
"Do you love me?" He asked. "No." You joked. "C'mon I promise it'll be fun." He said. "Why do I have to go?" You asked already knowing the answer. "Because if you don't go then I don't go to the sleepover, please?" He asked once more.
"Fine. You're buying me ice cream afterwards though." You said. "Fine by me." He said walking back to the kitchen where your mom was. "She said yes!" You heard Matthew say.
He walked back into the living room where you were. "Hey go get ready cause we're leaving in half an hour." He said. You groaned not wanting to get up.
"Can you carry me?" You asked. "No." He said. "Then I'm not going with you." You said. "Ok fine." He agreed and picked you up and carried you up the stairs, going into your room.
"Here we are, my lady." He said in a British accent. He put you down on your bed softly and left closing the door behind him. You got up from your bed and headed over to your closet.
You got a duffle bag to put your sleeping bag, a separate blanket, pillow, toothpaste, toothbrush, hair brush, charger, iPad, iPad charger, your pajamas which was just a simple zebra onesie, and importantly phone charger.
There were some other toiletries you decided to pack as well like deodorant. You put on some sweats, and a hoodie for the ride to whoevers house you were going to.
Matt never actually told you whose house you were gonna sleep over at. You decided to ask him once you were ready. You also packed some extra shoes —which were converse — for the next day, and also the next day's outfit.
You were now ready and put your phone in your pocket and out on some vans for the ride. You got your duffle bag and left your room closing it behind you. You walked downstairs and went to the kitchen and sat on a stool that was by the Island and watched your mom make your lunch for the sleepover.
Your mom always made food for you when it came to sleeping over at someone's house. She was overprotective, maybe that's where Matthew gets his protectiveness from.
She put it in a ziplock bag and put the bag in a plastic box, closing the lid tightly. She turned around with the plastic box in her hands and when she saw you she jumped dropping the box in the process. You giggled silently and she said "you scared me!" She said picking up the box.
"Sorry." You said. She handed you the box and told you to put it in your duffel bag telling you to eat it when the time came to eat at the sleepover.
