The Complicated Jason McCann [on hold]

Chapter 2 - "Clumsy"

Chapter two – “clumsy”

*Sophie*

I pulled the doona over my head, escaping the cold air and the rays of sun escaping through the curtains. I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut, attempting to get to sleep, but failing. I threw the doona to the ground and sat up groggily, my eye lids heavy.

I knew I was tired, because for the first time in a long time I woke up with a headache without drinking the night before. I could smell fresh paint and the faint smell of pancakes wafting from the kitchen downstairs.

I threw my hair into a messy bun and stood up, rubbing at my eyes and slapping my cheeks to gain some colour in them. The sound of someone walking up the wooden stairs echoed throughout the quiet house and I opened the door, spotting a cheerful looking Leroy.

“Hey bro.” I smiled, trying to step past him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He smirked, stepping in front of me to block the way.

I chuckled, opening my arms for him. I knew him too well; he always wanted a good morning hug. But I couldn’t argue, at least we rarely fought. He grinned, pulling me into his arms and slightly picking me up. I gasped for air as he squeezed me tightly, choking me with the strong scent of his Hugo Boss cologne. He placed me back on the ground, stepping away from me and with a wink; he walked away towards his room.

I rolled my eyes, smirking, before walking down the wooden staircase and heading towards the kitchen. As I rounded the corner I spotted dad leaning against the island, flipping a pancake with the spatula without ease. He lifted his face to see me, a bright smile forming on his face instantly.

“Good morning sunshine, want some pancakes?”

I eagerly nodded, taking a seat on a high chair and leaning on the table. I breathed in the sugary scent as he flipped another over.

“What would you like on it?” He asked me, breaking me from my trance.

“Ice-cream and maple syrup, the usual.” I smirked.

It had always been me and dads favourite; it was the only toppings we ever added whenever at home or a pancake parlour back in Los Angeles.

“I wonder if there’s a pancake parlour here in Vegas.” I said, taking the maple syrup dad had just passed me, along with the vanilla ice-cream.

“We should go looking.” He suggested.

“Hell yeah.”

*Jason*

“What’s this plan of yours?” Timothy Johnson narrowed his eyes at me.

I smirked, looking over at my brother Alex. I didn’t care what Johnson thought of my plan, Alex was the only one who mattered.

“We set three bombs at the funeral tomorrow.”

“The funeral, really?” Alex arched an eyebrow.

“Stoakes is there, paying his respects. It’s his fault the guy died, he didn’t watch his back.”

“Good work kid, now how is this gonna go down?” Johnson praised, leaning in to hear more.

“We put one in the casket; I’m thinking a mobile phone bomb. Then when the cops go to hide, the tombstones go off. Finally, everyone will run away from it all, towards a van where bomb number three will go off.”

Alex leaned back in his chair, “My brother is honestly brilliant.”

“Yeah, how are we going to know when to set them off?”