Chapter two: Typical Saturday
I wake up to the sound of somebody doing dishes upstairs, and I instantly grabbed Peter and hid him in a little bed of blanket and pillows in my closet. Our parents aren’t supposed to be home for two more weeks, who was in our house? I slowly walked upstairs, baseball bat in my right hand and pepper spray in my left. I walk into the kitchen and see Brady standing there cleaning the bowl I used for my ramen last night. I creep up behind him and smack him in the back of the head.
“Hey! What the hell was that for?”
“THAT was for scaring me.” I reply. He smirks at me.
“I don’t remember taking my bowl up last night.” I say as I wipe my tired eyes.
“You didn’t, I came up this morning and brought it down. Where’s Peter?” he asks.
Brady loves Peter, and Peter loves him. I smile as Brady runs down stairs yelling,
“READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!” as if they were playing hide-and-seek. I walk over to the sink and finish doing the dishes listening to Peter’s cheerful laugh as Brady tickles him. I love hearing that. After I finish doing the dishes I go downstairs and tell Brady I have to run to the grocery store to get food, and ask him to watch Peter for me. Of course he agrees, I give them both a quick kiss on the cheek and then I walk out the front door. Before I even make it to the car Brady rushes outside,
“Carson! Wait, don’t spend your money on that. We have plenty of food at our house you guys can take. You need to save that money in case there’s a real emergency. Come back inside and watch a movie with us.” Before I can say anything he says “Don’t argue with me.”, picks me up and runs inside.
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The three of us do this every Saturday, but usually Brady doesn’t come over first thing in the morning which would explain why I almost blinded the kid. Brady comes over and entertains Peter while I do house chores. Then we usually watch movies, and play Go Fish because it’s Peter’s favorite card game. Afterwards Peter takes his nap, while Brady tells me about his week and I tell him about mine. Then once Peter wakes up, Brady takes us out for ice cream. Peter always gets vanilla ice cream in a cone tipped over into a dish so he doesn’t make a mess, and covers it in sprinkles. Not today though, today, instead of sprinkles he drowned it in chocolate syrup and mixed it in to make chocolate ice cream but refuses to make it simpler and just get chocolate ice cream. Brady tells me that he probably just likes mixing in the syrup, and to leave him be. I guess I just feel guilty about eating Brady’s food and letting him spend his money on us. It would be cheaper to just get chocolate ice cream…
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After we’ve all had our ice cream and we get back to the house it’s just past seven o’clock and Peter fell sleep in the car on the way home. I carry him inside the house while Brady moves all the blankets so I can put him in bed. Once we’ve managed to move all of his stuffed animals and blankets I carefully put him in bed and tuck him in. I give him a quick kiss on the forehead and walk to the door.
“Goodnight Peter, I love you.” Then, I close the door.
