When Boredom Leads To Children

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"Well, Chrissy, that was amazing.  Do you need any help cleaning up dishes?"  She started to shake her head, but Brian laughed.  "It wasn't really a question.  I'll help."  He smiled at me.  "This one.  She's always so independent."

    Aunt Chrissy tilted her lips up in a strange combination of shyness and sarcasm.  "Is there something wrong with that?"

    He shrugged.  "I don't know.  But I'm helping anyways."  I opened my mouth to ask if I should do anything, but Aunt Chrissy gave me a look. 

    "Don't let Brian give you any ideas.  You're the guest here."

    I closed my mouth.  Brian glanced at the half-eaten chicken leg on Aunt Chrissy's plate, a frown starting to dampen his cheery countenance.  I knit my brow then realized that that was all she had eaten.  She had been taking tiny bites, and even those had been spaced by intervals of her smiling or responding to something Brian had said.  I looked at Aunt Chrissy, but she was already carrying plates and cups over to the sink.  He chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment before sighing and picking up her plate, bringing it over to her and whispering something in her ear, his shoulders tense. 

    "I'm fine," she said at normal volume, smiling at him with that pinched look again.  "My head is just really bothering me.  I don't feel well enough to eat." 

    "Do you need to get that checked out?" He asked with a twang of actual seriousness. 

    She laughed, even though it didn't sound too real.  "Like I said, I'm fine.  Really."

    He frowned at her for another second before the worry completely disappeared from his features.  "Alright.  Hey, tell me about this new assistant guy.  How come the kids were so excited about him?" 

    The wrinkles relaxed.  "Well, he's about Allie's age, not an old bat like me, which they enjoy.  He's fun, he messes around with them at recess, the girls think he's cute..."

    Brian laughed, like he hadn't been worried only seconds before.  "How do you think they'd react if they met me?"

    "They'd probably scream and run," she commented calmly.  I watched them like they were a tennis match, noting how comfortable she was with him.  His laugh bellowed out from him, making me jump.

    "Nice one!"

    "I try."

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Posted by @CupidsLawyer on lameteenagebloggers.com on June 12th, 2015

Well, love birds, it's been a week, and I don't really know what to say.  No progress on 36 questions, sorry.  I can't figure out a way to test them!  If you have any suggestions, please, tell me.  I'm lost.  Where I'm at in life...I don't really know too many people.  And that means no possible way of a test.  I'll try and find one soon, okay?  Sorry...

    In other news, here's a question I'll ask... do you think that it's possible to be in love with two people at once?  Don't know why I'm asking, but I think it's worth consideration. 

    Catch ya'll later, lover birds!  Cupid's Lawyer out.

    This is getting to be frustrating.  It had been a week since I had come to Aunt Chrissy's house, and I still had gotten nowhere.  I still had no ways to test it, and I was getting bored just sitting around doing nothing.

    I had found out pretty quickly that while Aunt Chrissy was sadly saint-like in her kindness, she wasn't really all for socializing either.  She showed up for breakfast, where she was normally already awake when I got up, which was weird considering I woke myself up around five-ish.  It was a different meal each day, too.  On Saturday, she had been making chocolate pancakes with a side of bacon and orange juice, and she had still asked me if it was okay.  Sunday had been breakfast burritos, Monday was French toast, Tuesday: cinnamon rolls, Wednesday was waffles with homemade syrup, and Thursday was hash browns, eggs, and bacon.  Every single time it was like heaven in my mouth, and every time she asked with genuine concern if it tasted good.  She ate a little (the woman had the smallest appetite), then left for her day job, leaving me to do whatever. 

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