Sam and his brother are seated on the front porch, Both taking sips from their soda cans as they speak.
"I did it all Chris" Sam enthusiastically starts, "just like I saw it in that movie, but she still didn't........"
" That's because you saw it in a movie, dummy "Chris interjects
," movies aren't exactly.... real, so next time you see her, just apol..."
"Im just gonna quit this, she doesn't like me , that's it!"
Chris takes a heavy sigh and replies in a rather soft tone
"You know, sometimes I literally have to pinch myself into believing that you're sixteen"
"With that you mean?"
"You know what, let's just forget this, you're..........you're something else Sam"
Sam's face lights up
"Why thank you big brother , you're somethin' else too"
"I didn't mean it as a comp......."
But before he can finish , his brother pulls him into a giant embrace, catching him off guard.
He sighs as he resists the urge to roll his eyes.
*************
Sam is in the kitchen , making himself a quick meal. He takes out a cinnamon bun and puts a sausage in it, he then squeezes mustard onto it, as he is doing so , his eye is caught by Darla passing by. He stretches his neck out the window to get a better view of her,not noticing that his hand is still squeezing hard on the mustard container. By the time he realises this, the whole table is yellow with mustard, some of it dripping onto the floor.
"Oh snap!" Chris exclaims as he lays his eyes back on the kitchen table.
"Better get this cleaned up before somebody sees it " he mutters to himself.
*************
As the Blake family sits in the lounge room, Chris enters from the kitchen with an empty mustard container , an irritated look on his face.
"Look mum,somebody thought they should use up the whole mustard" he says rather nonchalantly.
Mrs Blake takes the mustard container from his hand and stares at it in disbelief, then her gaze falls to Sam, her eyes stern, daring him to deny his involvement in the mustard container matter.
"Care to explain this?!" she asks, fury lacing her tone.
Sam awkwardly shifts in his seat, clears his throat before answering.
"That's uhm , an empty mustard container, meaning it's contents are all used up. Did you know, that an empty mustard container, makes...."
"Quit fooling around Samuel!" Mrs Blake interjects rather harshly before continuing "that's it! Home chores for the whole week, I get to sit and watch TV while you do all the work,and no help from your brother, otherwise he'll be joining you, are we clear young man?"
"I'm kinda sleepy now, so to answer your question , you're not clear , you look kinda blurry."
And with those words , Sam fuels his mother's fury.
"I swear Imma kill you Samuel, I swear to God!"
"Sam" Mr Blake nonchalantly calls his son.
"Yes dad" Sam answers, sensing a hint of anger in his father's tone, but quickly feeling relieved when he notices the small grin on his face.
"Why don't you come and sit next to me" his father offers, tapping the spot on the couch next to him. Sam reluctantly does so.
"Stop driving your mother crazy all right, and I know women can get a little...you know...crazy sometimes, and they tend to make a fuss about most of the things , you know. It's all a ball of wire in their heads."
" I can hear you loud and clear Morgan!"Mrs Blake shouts from the kitchen.
"Pretend you didn't hear it Honey!" Sam's father shouts back.
"So try best not to anger her, and be responsible sonny" Morgan says to his son, making certain to lower his voice.
"Dad ,are we having a moment?" Sam asks his father, a small grin on his face.
"Oh yes we are sonny,yes we are" his father answers , returning the gesture.
"Now we're going to go shopping tomorrow, and we're gonna buy a few stuff, including mustard to make it up to your mommy OK?"
Nancy , Sam's mother can't help the full grin that forms on her face when she hears this .
"OK dad" Sam agrees.
"That was .....cute" Chris says,mimicking an overexcited schoolgirl.
"Oh shut up Chris!" Sam cuts him off as he shoots up from the couch , dragging himself towards his room.
"Supper's ready!" Mrs Blake enthusiastically calls from the kitchen moments later.
They all gather at the table, give thanks and start digging into their meals.
