"Mommmmmmmm!" I groaned as I chased after my little brother.
"Yes, darling?" she called back.
"Felix is being a little-"
"Language!" she shouted.
"Sorry," I huffed, finally wrapping my arms around the red-headed boy.
"Gray took my turtle!" Felix shouted, thrashing in my arms.
"I did not, you liar!" I yelled, looking up at my mom, who was standing in front of us with a displeased grimace. Felix bit down on my hand and I yelped, watching him scurry away.
"Do you see that kid? I can't believe you raised that," I scoffed, rubbing the teeth marks on my thumb.
"Whatever, Grayson. You need to get ready anyway," she sighed before walking back to the kitchen. I went back to my room and locked the door. There was a screech in my closet and Felix came running out with a pair of lace underwear on his head.
"FELIX!" I screamed, leaping forward to rip the lingerie from his possession. He cried bloody murder and then my mom started knocking frantically on my door.
"Felix, baby, are you alright? Gray, what did you do?" she asked.
"Jesus Christ," I muttered as I tightly gripped the red underpants.
"Mommy," Felix cried as he opens my door, "Gray has the older lady's panties again."
My eyes opened wide as I quickly hid the panties behind my back and smiled.
"Gray. I told you you weren't allowed to wear those," my mom scolded.
"But mom, I can't be seen wearing underwear with little dogs on them! I'm not 8 anymore, okay?"
"Christ, Gray. Who would be seeing you in your underwear?" she questioned.
"I, erm, plenty of people!"
"Ew, Grayson. Ew."
"What? Do you see my dilemma?" I asked. She waved me away and took Felix to the kitchen so he could eat his breakfast.
"Oh! Don't forget it's spirit day!" my mom yelled. I groaned and pulled on a tank top that had my school's logo.
Go Crabs.
I left my track shorts on, because I didn't really feel like getting dressed, and went to eat a bowl of cereal.
"Are you wearing your inappropriate panties?" my mom asked. I nearly over poured the cereal and choked.
"What? No. Yes."
"Christ."
"What? It's totally normal. It's not like I'm getting any action anyway," I shrugged.
"Not in front of your brother," she hissed through gritted teeth.
"What's action?" Felix asked as he put another spoonful of Lucky Charms into his mouth.
"Uh, you can answer that, mom," I snorted.
"It's, it's when two people, erm, touch each other?" she said.
Felix reached out, touched my elbow, and squealed, "Look mom! I'm getting some action!"
My mom stared in horror as I spit milk all over the counter.
"Still more action than I'm getting," I mumbled.
