Different Breed

Different Breed Part Five

********************DIFFERENT BREED PART FIVE********************

"Yeah, so what's her name, star?" Javan asked as he took the last sip of his Tom Brown porridge

"Christie Michel" Milton grinned "My mum's name is Christie Michel" he repeated in disbelief and contentment

"What a butters name" Javan beamed [BUTTERS means "ugly"] "Just joking" he laughed

"Whatever star. At least I can finally put a name to the face" Milton smiled as his emerald green coloured eyes lit up with vibrancy

"Uncle, do you know of a Christie Michel?" Milton asked

"I can't say that I do. Holland is quite a big place so I'm guessing there is maybe thousands of women with that name" Arthur replied as he finished his cup of Milo "Boys you know I'll have to call your Dad, he will be worried to the high heavens not knowing of your whereabouts"

"Please uncle, don't It's just gonna make things difficult" Javan pleaded. Arthur had a think

"Alright. Well what are you guys going to do for the rest of your stay; because I haven't got a job yet" Arthur asked "I've got an idea. I'll show your Auntie Nana that I can take care of this place myself, so we're going to go shopping"

"Allow that, uncle. We're cool just jamming here" Javan snapped

"You're going to come with me to shopping, or should I tell your Dad that you're here?" Arthur bribed

"You win" Javan sighed

"Alright. Clean your plates and let's go to the shopping centre" Arthur said as he made his way into the kitchen.

The boys put their bags down, Milton wore his hoody in his trademark style - wearing his hoody half way, showing the front of his modern mushroom cut, honey blonde coloured hair, and he, Javan and Arthur proceeded to the shopping centre. They arrived in no less than 30 minutes. The time turned to 10:07. Arthur took the boys round to get some necessities for the house. The boys reached a supermarket, where their Uncle got a shopping trolley and they proceeded into the supermarket

"This is so dead! I can't believe I'm wasting precious time of my bad man life for this crap" Javan moaned

"Shut up. You're the one who didn't want Uncle to grass, so just shut your lips" Milton spat [GRASSED or GRASS means "to report"]

"Don't think I won't bang you up in this supermarket. I'm not shook of any person in this place" Javan barked

"Boys could you hurry up and stop with the talk and more with the walk" Arthur said as he indicated with his hand for the boys to hurry up. Arthur wore a midnight blue coloured long sleeved t-shirt, Denim blue jeans and jet black shoes, with a Rolex watch

"Uncle, if you don't work, how in the world can you afford a Rolex?" Javan asked with curiosity

"Don't worry son, just do as you're told" Arthur snap-speedily replied

It's was 10:29; the men have done a considerable amount of shopping, but weren't done yet.

"Milton, could you go to the detergent section and get some toilet bleach" Arthur asked. Milton nodded and proceeded. He reached for the detergent isle, but his eyes were elsewhere; His eyes dilated at what he saw. Could it be? He approached the lady who looks similar to his Mum, or so he thought

"Mum," Milton asked, touching the lady on the shoulder

"Het spijt me, weet ik u?" The lady asked [DUTCH: Sorry, do I know you?]. Milton looked closely and he had made a fool of himself - she looked nothing quite like his mother. He quietly just retrieved the toilet bleach and returned to Arthur and Javan. Over the next couple of minutes, Milton's behaviour became increasingly erratic; He would approach every middle aged, Blonde haired woman in hope that one will claim him as her son. He miserably failed. Javan approached Milton, after a woman, with caution, walks away from Milton, as their Uncle was paying for their items at the till