Living Life With The Parker Boys

Chapter Eighteen- Fist Fights and Flights

Chapter Eighteen

Fist Fights and Flights

Dinner was filled with awkward silences, only the the clanging of cutlery against plates could be heard. Beth and Richard had called earlier in the day to say that they would be arriving back in the morning which left the house all to us.

"So, what's Brooklyn like?" Max asked in an attempt to stir a conversation.

“Annoying, deceiving, devious-” I rose my eyebrow at Justin, “but extremely wonderful beyond comparison to anyone in the world.” We both joined together in laughter as Blake continued to answer the actual question.

"Well, it's different," Blake smirked. Justin and I shared the same look . Max, Tyler, Ash, Charlie and Logan looked between themselves as well.

"Like how?" Tyler asked, interested. I could almost hear Ash disproving of his brother as he took interest.

"Well for a start we don't eat from fine china every night." Blake said light heartedly.

"How unfortunate for you" Ash spat bitterly. Oh, how I would love to punch him. 

Scowling at him I warned, “If I were you I would watch it,” 

“Or what?” He challenged.

“Well, we wouldn’t want a repeat of last time now, would we? Say, Ash are you still not over that cold? Your skin still looks a bit green.” I smirked.

“Just wait, I’ll get you back,” He threatened.

“I’m shaking in my boots,” I smirked. 

From there on the conversation yet again ceased to exist. For the rest of the time I shared hateful glares between Ash and made sure to 'accidentally' kick him more than once. I guess there was at least one advantage of getting stuck next to him. Everyone else seemed to find the placing hilarious, everyone but us of course.

By Monday morning Ash had still not made his move and I was beginning to wonder if he was even in the game. Nevertheless the house was particularly chaotic with boys shouting up the stairs, doors being slammed and glass shattering somewhere followed by Beth’s shouting. It was a miracle Blake and Justin were able to sleep through it all. Being deep sleepers would come in handy if they were going to be staying here for much longer.

I was eating my cereal when a shoe knocked me on the side of the head followed by a string of apologies from Tyson. He shakily tied his shoelaces and sat down to eat breakfast, only all he did was push it around his plate.

“What’s got you on edge?” I asked, taking another spoonful of cereal.

“What? I’m not on edge. I’m fine. Cool and collected. Cool as can be. Cool as a cucumber. Cooler than cool. I’m great.”

“Alright, you smart ass but I’m watching you.” I chuckled. 

“Wow, is that the time? We better get going then, huh?” He rushed, jumping out of his seat. Looking at my watch, I realized that if we were to actually be on time we’d have to leave right at that moment. 

I rode with Tyler again seeing as they were all taking their own cars, their chauffeurs must of been part of the cut back Beth had talked about. I had seen a difference in the number of staff in the house. The Chef only cooked some nights, the maid cleaned rooms only once a week, I hadn’t seen the butlers in their penguin suits in a while. It turned out Beth was taking it quite seriously.

When we got to school I went straight to the gym where I knew Mattie would be. His office door was wide open so I didn’t hesitate when knocking.