Teddies and Milk Bottles (A ghost bird fanfic)

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" Well, um, I wanted to watch them by myself, um, because I hardly ever get time to spend with my cousins! So I told them, um, to stay at home and play Mario carts while I take them out to eat! Only, I can't find anywhere to eat," I say, smiling what I hope is a convsing smile.

" Well then, you better follow me back to my car and I'll take you to my resurant, right little bird?" I nod at uncle, thankful for his brilliant thinking, " I can go on that date another time."

Wait, what?

Before I can ever consider complaining, Uncle has taken the pushchair off of me and is half way down the street, leaving me to run after him and a still bouncing Owen with a half dead Sean dragging behind me.

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" Is that safe?" I ask.

Uncle, unforntually, has the truck with him, which only has two seats in the front of it. So, he stuffed the boys out in the truck and told them not to jump over the barrier if they want to live before shoving a stuttering me into the front seat and taking off.

" Of course! I did it with Luke and North all the time, and they're fine!" I give him a 'do you know the same North and Luke I know?' look before turning back towards the window, watching the boys, who all seem to be having the time of their lives.

Well, except from Victor, who is clutching the side of the truck as he stands up while using the other hand to rub his tearful eyes. Obviously, he had a much stricter bring up than the boys, being rich and everything, so he probably never even experienced a ride in a car with the roof down, let alone on the back of the truck.

" Uncle, I don't think Terry likes it," I tell him as Victor starts sobbing harder when the truck jerks to the right, "Nope, he defiantly doesn't like it."