Baby Brother

2- Groceries

"People cry not because they are weak, but because they've been strong for too long"

It was Friday, which meant grocery shopping for the Bryde's. With a house full of boys, food runs out quick, especially when there's a hungry hippo named Marcus James Bryde living in that house of boys, not that he was fat though, it was all muscle, the kind every girl wants. I had agreed to go with them, hoping I could get a bag of my favorite candy in the whole wide world; skittles! I looked around the store quietly, staying close to my protective older brothers since people gave me strange looks and made me feel uncomfortable, though I don't know why they were staring at me like that. I began to nibble on my nails from my anxiety, hoping no one would notice. Just my dumb luck, Marcus had noticed a few minutes after a started to bite on them and slapped my hand away harshly, causing me to whimper "We'll get you a sucker or something you can suck on, something better than your fingernails," he says to me, sounding a bit mad. I'm relieved he didn't say something like a pacifier or a dummy. That would've been super embarrassing, though I didn't like how he'd gotten mad at me. I can't help it!We continued browsing the store, I occasionally found my fingernails back in my mouth, Marc or Luke constantly slapping my hand away and reminding me I shouldn't do that because my fingernails are dirtier than a truck after a dirt storm; which was definitely not true. My nails are cleaner than Woody after he got patched and polished. I love you Woody! I was too busy thinking about Toy Story that I had missed when Lukas and Mathew had left to get their own things and so did Marcus and Joshua. I was left with Timmy! My favorite brother, Timmy! I'm not a child, nope, just act like one sometimes, but no one said you had to grow up completely. Right? "Alright let's buy you a bag of dumdums because I'm tired of that nasty nail chewing you keep doing  and then we're on restocking the bathrooms with the usual," he says to me, gritting his teeth at the mention of nail biting, also my nails were back in my mouth. Okay I admit, it might be a slight problem. I simply nod and pull the nail away from my mouth, knowing he was about to slap my already hurting hands. I followed him to the candy isle and search until I find what I wanted the whole time. "Can I get skittles?" I asked as I looked at a giant bag of them. Tim looked to me. "Not today NaNa" he says. I pout a little, hoping to soften him. "Please MoMo?" I collapsed my hands together, making my puppy face, thinking he might crack . He sighed and picked me up. I leaned into him as he got a small back of skittles and a bag of lollies, though I wasn't complaining since I got candy and the thing I wanted; Skittles! Yes! He really was a softy to me. Love you MoMo! He carried me to the bathroom area where he got hand soap, the kind with fishies on it and some Axe along with shampoo, the good stuff. He then got a razor and met up with the other boys, holding me the whole time, which was rather surprising since I was about 130lbs though MoMo is rather strong. I didn't see what the others got, though I didn't really care since I had Skittles! I had must've fallen asleep since I woke up in the bed me and Timothy share. I look over and notice Tim wasn't sleeping next to me. I frowned and got up, going to try and find him. That was when I hear Lukas and Mathew arguing in their room. "I'm not wearing that!" Lukas yelled to Mathew. "You have to little bro, only solution," Mathew argues to him, his tone more calm than Lukas's. "I'm only younger by almost an hour!" He shot back, obviously furious at Luka. "Please Lukas, I don't want to wake up to a wet bed again," Matty Patty begs to his brother. Wet? What were they arguing about? I'm so confused! I simply shrugged and walked on. Silly brothers. I thought as I looked around. I couldn't find Timothy or the others anywhere so I decided to go into the living room, wearing my oversized hoodie and watch Toy Story 3 for the billionth time, though that one scene still makes me cry. Woody! I grab my favorite stuffy, my Woody stuffy, the one I always watch Toy Story with, and snuggle with my fluffy blue blanket. I smiled a little as it began to play with kid Andy playing with his toys. I'm not childish, your never too old for Pixar! Or Disney! Or Stuffies! Especially if it's Toy Story! I continued to watch as my thumbnail crept its way into my mouth, though I didn't notice until my hand was suddenly slapped. I look up to see Timothy there. I smiled happy, rubbing my hand. "MoMo!" I hugged his leg, still holding Woody in one hand. "Let me go get your Lollies," he says before leaving me again. I nodded and continued to watch the movie, watching Woody talking to the toy phone . "I can't believe you're making me wear these! Why don't you wear one too?!" I hear Lukas still arguing over something I didn't understand . "Because it's not my fault the bed gets wet," Matt says, though I still don't know what they were talking about. I turn up the tv and continue to watch the movie. Timothy comes back with a cotton candy flavored lollipop. I smiled and thanked him before sticking it into my mouth and continued to watch the film until eventually falling asleep. I felt myself being picked up and brought to bed, though I began to whine, not feeling Woody in my arms. I hear someone sigh before hearing footsteps. I suddenly felt something familiar beside me. Woody! And....Timmy! I smiled softly and snuggled into them happily as I fell even more asleep.