Siblings Stick Together

Chapter 5

Everyday, Imelda wakes up at 6 AM sharp.

So, when she walked downstairs, still in her gown, she was shocked she to see the twins in their clothes cleaning the house.

"What are you two doing?" Imelda said, a bit louder than she meant.

Oscar and Felipe flinched, and turned around to Imelda.

Oscar and Felipe sheepishly grinned.

"Cleaning." They said in unison.

Imelda felt their foreheads.

They were still warm.

"You're still sick." Imelda said, crossing her arms.

"We can still work!" Oscar said.

Just then, Oscar started fainting, and Felipe grabbed him.

He slapped Oscar's face until he was awake.

Then once Oscar was stable, Felipe leaned on him, then Oscar leaned on Felipe.

Imelda shook her head.

"You two obviously aren't well." Imelda said, hands on her hips.

"Go back to bed." She said, one hand on her hip, the other pointing upstairs.

The twins sighed and trudged upstairs.

Just as the twins went upstairs, Ernesto walked out of, now, his and Hector's room.

"Go get Héctor, Ernesto." Imelda said.

Ernesto sleepily nodded and went back in the room.

When he came out, Héctor was following behind him, looking even more tired than Ernesto.

"Why are you two so tired?" Imelda asked, giving them a look.

"Because we aren't used to waking up so early..." Ernesto said sleepily. "Hector kept me up a while, talking about stuff..."

"Then why does Héctor look way more tired than you?" Imelda said.

"Because Héctor couldn't go to sleep, so after I went to sleep, he must've stayed up longer."

Imelda and a more awake Ernesto looked at a half conscious Héctor heavily leaning against a wall.

Ernesto walked over to Héctor and shook him.

Hector flinched, but continued to dose off.

Imelda walked over to Héctor and slapped him.

"Get up Héctor."

Hector jolted awake.

He then sighed when he saw it was just his best friends.

"Ay, Imelda, I had the weirdest dream me and Ernesto were living in your house."

Imelda and Ernesto gave him a look.

Héctor then looked around and saw he was, in fact, in Imelda's house.

"W-we are living with you?" Héctor stuttered.

Imelda nodded.

Héctor bounced in excitement.

"Let me help you cook, Imelda!" Héctor said, running towards the kitchen.

Imelda grabbed his arm to stop him.

"Ah, ah, ah." Imelda said. "Héctor, you have never cooked, you will burn or poison everything like the twins."

Héctor giggled.