my tight-knit family

Twenty Three / 23

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"Uh, Whizzer what are you doing?" Marvin had been trying to pry open the door to his room for what felt like forever, when really he had been waiting for ten minuets. Whizzer was holed up in Marvin's room, and locked the door not letting anyone come in. Eventually, Marvin had to play bad cop and he got the emergency key from downstairs.

"Whizzer, I repeat-" Marvin threw the door open, "what are you - sweet canadelach," Marvin looked around his bedroom, not only was his furniture in different spots of the room, but there was paper everywhere. Not just nice big sheets of it - oh no! - shredded paper, like someone had been cutting paper for a living and threw it all over his carpet.

"I'm scrap booking!" Whizzer smiled holding up a big binder of colorful paper with the words, he was sitting on Marvin's bed covered in paper. "OUR TIGHT-NIT FAMILY!" scrawled across the top of the binder in permanent marker - very colorful rainbow letters. "I thought Jason is going off to college soon-"

"He's turning thirteen,"

"And what better way to remember him by making a scrap book of his family?!" Whizzer beamed, ignoring Marvin's complaints of the paper. "I mean I have outdone myself here, I even added the amount of baseball games we watched, 27!" Whizzer sighed, frowning. Marvin bit his lip, was this Whizzers way of grieving over his parents?

"Uh Whizzer?" Marvin looked down at the scrapbook once more. "You spelled 'tight-nit' wrong,"

"Nuh-uh!" Whizzer stuck out his tong glaring down at his hard work. Had he really spelled Tight-Nit incorrectly? Marvin rolled his eyes walking over to his misplaced bookshelf. He pulled out a dictionary flipping to the page he desired.

"It says right here - 'Tight-Knit, well-organized'," Marvin held out the book for Whizzer to see.

"What year is it?" Whizzer looked down at the book perceptually.

"Huh?"

"What year was that book published? Because I think nowadays they spell it 'Tight-Nit'..." Whizzer mumbled, Marvin rolled his eyes flipping the book to the first page to see the copyright.

"Nope - it's updated, updated last year," Marvin sighed.

"Well, Glinda misspelled her name until act two so a little misspell-ance is OK," Whizzer smiled, leaning back on Marvin's horribly colored choice of sheets. He had to try not to gag, he didn't want to hurt Marvin's feelings over his terribly chosen choice of fabric.

"Alright then, can we get back to why my room looks like a scene from Hedwig?"

"What's wrong with that? I personally liked the whole car scenario,"

"WHIZZER!"

"Fine," Whizzer rolled his eyes, throwing a pen across the room, "I came into your room, because let's face it it's sad. So I wanted to give it some attention. While I was in here I noticed how crooked your picture frame was. Did you know how crooked your picture frame was?" Whizzer looked up at Marvin who was crossing his arms. He sat at the opposite end of the room. Where now his desk and chair were moved.

"So I was like 'why not clean up Marvin's room a bit? He'd like that!' and so I moved a few things around and I got this smart idea for a present for Jason. So I stole one of your binders and I started to do this, and I guess I -" Whizzer sighed taking a breath. He felt tears slip from the corners of his eyes.

Marvin was alarmed he rushed over to Whizzer.

"I saw something, I mean it was in your junk drawer so I was like 'it's probably nothing' but - it was something." Marvin sat next to Whizzer rubbing his back. He couldn't care less about his junk drawer, he was just wondering what got Whizzer so upset. Maybe he found the baseball cards he had bought and was going to give to him for his birthday? But why would that make him cry?

"What did you find?" Marvin whispered, he watched Whizzer's sleeves fall past his wrists. His jacket was too big, which meant it was really Marvin's jacket. Whizzer rummaged through the pocket in his jacket. He pulled out the box that Marvin had forgotten about. The engagement ring! Now Whizzer probably thought that Marvin had chickened out and didn't want to marry him!

"Is t-this what I think it is?"

"NO! Yes! I m-ean..." Marvin looked blankly across the room.

"You wanted to marry me?"

"Yes," Whizzer paused, he opened the box and pulled out the ring. He smiled slipping it on his finger, a perfect fit. "Why-" Marvin reached over and kissed him.

"I'm sorry I'm a loser-"

"Whu-?"

"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you, It's just that when I thought of the whole 'marriage' thing you were in the hospital. I didn't want to force you to get better. And if you d-didn't I didn't want you to feel like you were letting me down or-" Marvin took a shaky breath.

"But why didn't you just ask I might have had something to look forward to," Whizzer smiled looking down at his hand. He flushed a bright red ripping the ring off his finger and placing it in the box.

"Keep it on, it looks good on you," Whizzer took it back out of the box, he reached up to brush his hair out of his face.

"It's very sparkly," Whizzer giggled. He smiled, glancing across the room. He got up and started to pick up pieces of paper out of the carpet.

"Sparkly is good right?" Marvin started to collect the paper that had woven its way into his hair. He grumbled. Whizzer snorted so Marvin had finally realized that Whizzer had 'accidentally' thrown paper into his hair. "Oh you did NOT!" Marvin took the little pile of paper that he had finally collected out of his hair and threw it at Whizzer who screamed.

"N-NOO! This is vintage!" He whined. Seconds later Mendel ran into the room with a broom.

"ALRIGHT! I've had enough of you two always screaming! WHIZZER STOLE MY HAIRBRUSH! MARVIN WASTED MY HAIR GEL! I'M SICK OF IT!!" Mendel noticed how both men stopped to stare at him. "Oh, you two weren't fighting?" Mendel noticed both Whizzer and Marvin were laughing and were both covered in paper. "I'll get the leaf blower, meet me outside in five minuets, DON'T TRAIL THAT PAPER THROUGH THE HOUSE!"

"You think he's mad?" Whizzer whispered, brushing some paper into the trashcan under Marvin's desk.

"Naw, he's just on edge he hasn't gotten any clients for the past couple of days," Marvin waved him off. He grabbed a handful of paper and walked out the door.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" Marvin dropped a few pieces of paper in front of Mendel's room, 

"I'm trailing the paper through the house,"

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"We got our miracle!" - Jason, Whizzer, Marvin & Mendel