I woke in morning and now I thought today I have to go to that cookout. Just then I heard a knock on my door. Dad came in.
"Morning. How was the night up here?" he held onto his coffee and sipped while waiting for me to answer.
"It was good and nice and warm. I like this room. And I can sleep soundly." I smiled.
"Today is Saturday? Right?" I nod. "Oh yeah. We got that dinner with our new neighbors. So you got to get ready and fix a dish to take over there." he nudged me a little. I laid down again. Groaning.
"I don't want to go. I want to stay home and watch my TV show!" I covered my face and pouted.
"Come now. We have to go." he continued on.
I sat straight up and looked dad straight in the eye and blow a raspberry. I used my morning muscles to move to the bedside. I sloppily slipped on the slippers.
I've been working my butt off to turn in work and do my essays and read my books to for reports that were due yesterday. So, now I'm bushed, I can't do this. I stepped down the stairs and used the second floor restroom.
After the R&R I walked to the kitchen. Seeing dad making breakfast of pancakes, toast, eggs, and sausage. I sat and picked out my food.
"What was the man's name that came by Monday? That time when we got here?" I blankly stared at him, thinking.
"John... Jose... Joe? Joe Lace?!" dad looked at me, "I think I don't really know." I took a bite of my biscuit and made a breakfast sandwich.
I sat there for like hours just eating and eating. I love food. I looked out the window and saw someone coming to the house. Joe Lace is walking up to the porch and we both aren't ready to see anyone this morning.
"Dad, Joe's here!" I yelled and he looked up smiling as if he heard me yell. Dad was scared, that he almost dropped the last pancake.
"What? Why did yell, you dummy?" I was laughing at how he tried to get ready and tried to comb his hair with his hand.
The doorbell rang.
I stayed where I was, just eating my syrup covered pancakes. Dad stood in front and I watched and listened.
"Hi." he said. As he opened the door.
"Hey neighbor. I just wanted to see if you guys are still coming to the party?" he said being really chill. Dad smiled and looked at me behind the door.
"Yes. We are still... Um... do you want us to bring anything for the cookout?" he said sighing. Joe stood there smirking and he leaned against the door. 'Oh god!' I put my head in my hands.
"Well yeah. Sure." he said looking at dad with a his eyes as if he was charming up my dad.
"Oh okay. I'll think of something." he said as Joe suddenly wink at dad, he chuckled as dad blushed wildly. "Hahaha. I think I'm gonna close the door.
"Wow. He tried." I said as he walked to the counter taking his food to our table. I got up and walked to the wink cleaning my plate and walking up the stairs when a knock came from the door. Looking through the peek hole and saw Joe. Opening it I notice that he had a little present.
"Oh." is all I said as he cleared his throat.
"Um... This is for your dad." he was beet red.
"Okay. I'll give it to him." I relied happily.
After closing the door he walked down the steps.
"Now what did he want?" I shook the present and heard something shake. "A present and I'm a get ready." I walked off.
"Okay, clean up." he said opening the box.
As I entered my room I grabbed my clothes I set out yesterday night. Walking back down to the restroom. I locked the door and turned on the shower. I showered and lathered soap and washed up.
As I walked out I smelled good. I put on the clothes and combed my hair, then hair sprayed it to hold still.
I put my clothes in the laundry shaft and walked back to the kitchen. Then I saw a glass decoration thingy on the table. I was confused.
"Joe. Gave us that for a warm house welcoming." I nodded and started on the side dish I wanted to bring.
'Side dish is going to be good.' I thought. As I read the recipe...
RASPBERRY AND STRAWBERRY SHORTCAKE
