A Day In The Life - {Watty Awards 2015}

Chapter 8: Drive My Car (Jeb)

To JadeHero330 for being amazing, and to CJTomlinson for being so much like JadeHero330 that they're almost the same person... Wait... Anyway, here's to us!

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The next morning, I awoke to a sleeping Michael with his head on my stomach. I had fallen off the couch, obviously taking him with me. I looked around to see Nell curled up in Andrew's lap, his arms protectively around his littlest sister. Even in his sleep, he was the best brother ever. I looked up on the couch, glad to see that Melinda got to sleep comfortably across it once we had fallen off. It was then that I noticed Jeffery, who was standing in the middle of the room, absolutely fuming at our unorthodox sleeping patterns.

"Good," he said, "At least one of you hooligans is up." Then he took a closer look at the way I was sleeping, moreover the way someone else's head was sleeping on my stomach. "What is that strange man doing in my house?" he yelled at anyone who was listening, waking almost everyone in the room. Andrew started, waking Nell, and Melinda stretched her arms above her head, smacking Jeffery in the stomach. I only wished she'd stretch with more force. Michael was the last to wake up, and even then, he only awoke when Andrew directly addressed him.

"MICHAEL!" He yelled, and Melinda ended her stretch with the force I had wished she had used before, causing Jeffery to wince in pain, doubling over, and regretting that he'd ever yelled at us in the first place. That'd teach him.

Michael jumped and, his head coming off of my stomach, looked at me groggily. He then realized that his head was over my stomach and that everyone in the room was staring at him, so he sat up quickly. He looked over at my step-dad, not sure who this angry old man in the middle of the room was or what he was doing there. It was clear enough why he was angry to not be questioned. Seeing that everyone was awake, Jeffery looked around the room for a minute and left.

"What time is it?" Michael asked, yawning and rubbing the last bits of sleep from his eyes.

"Um..." I looked for a clock. I found it odd that there were no clocks in the basement, because I thought we had made sure to have clocks everywhere because I can't wear a watch.

"Two-thirty PM," Melinda read, looking at her watch. "I honestly didn't think I'd ever sleep that late." Seeing us on the floor, Melinda scooted over to one side of the couch. Michael climbed up happily, and I stood to stretch and sat down between them.

"So... Anybody hungry?" I asked around the room.

Andrew looked at Michael and the two of them started to nod emphatically. Nell nodded after the other two and Melinda and I rose at the same time. I looked at her as if to ask her what she was doing. "Let's go check the kitchen!" She said. So off we went to the kitchen.

When we entered the kitchen, I opened the fridge. Seeing that there was nothing prepared, I looked at Melinda and said, "We're on our own."

She turned on the CD player full blast, playing a mix of eighties music I made one day when I was really bored, and I went to get gluten-free pancake mix. While we were mixing pancake mix with other various things, Any Way You Want It came on. We started dancing around the kitchen in a dance we do every time it comes on. About halfway through the song, Andrew came upstairs to check on how breakfast was coming, and on seeing what we were doing, started laughing. When the song ended, we went back to making pancakes, which by this time were almost finished. We shanghaied him into being a gentleman and carrying breakfast downstairs. When everyone had eaten, Melinda decided it would be best if she left after helping with dishes. We washed dishes, glad to be alone so we could decide on a plan of action for nabbing this twisted bastard soon, before he got another innocent family killed. We'd go investigate the houses of the two families for any evidence of ransom notes on our lunch breaks. After we did the dishes, Melinda went home. I was still waving and yelling "Goodbye!" from the porch ten minutes after she left, Andrew and Michael standing in the door, looking at me with slight amusement and faces that said, "This chick is insane."