Straight Mobbing

Stassie-Gross Carrots

             His timer went off on his phone and he groaned. Oscar picked me up and put me on the chair he just vacated. I watched as he went over to the oven and grabbed a white dish with a white crispy top out of the hot oven. I was still shocked by his actions of moments ago. I let him turn my ring around that I hadn't realized the familiar smells until he scooped out a spoonful of the well-known dish.

"You made Shepard's Pie?" He nodded and made another plate for himself.

"Yo Sad Eyes!" He hollered.

I laughed at the sound of someone rushing up the front steps.

"It's ready." Sad Eyes practically skipped over to the hot dish to grab some.

"This better be good." He said too loud, causing Spooky to show a little and stare him down.

Just as he came in, Sad Eyes skipped right out. Oscar pulled up a chair next to me and I dug in.

"This better not have carrots in it." I state before tasting the first bit.

"Oops, it's got peas, corn and carrots."

"Pendejo, look up an Irish recipe next time not Martha Stewart's. How would you like it if I bought store made guac or salsa?" Oscar shook his head at me.

"Alright, alright. I will confer with the Irish next time I cook Irish food. Isn't there a holiday coming up for you?"

"Saint Patty's day. It's a month away. It's a shame y'all don't do pub lock-ins."

"Que?"

"Pub lock-ins, you get locked into a pub by the owners. Drink until the bar is bone dry. Its much more meager then going to a club. Most of the time strangers and tourists think the pubs closing for the night but the locals know to stick around. I haven't been in one since I was eighteen."

"Sounds like a night here."

"Totally different." I forked more food into my mouth. "This is good."

"Better than your mom's?" I shook my head.

"My mother would kill you for asking that question. The Irish don't know how to cook that many dishes but they do, they cook their traditions. And we don't mess with traditions." Oscar laughed and we continued eating in silence.

My phone start vibrating from my back pocket and I pulled it out. It was a FaceTime from Evie and panic set it.

E-Sissy! Look at this! 

She shoved a black and white sonogram in front of the camera. It was too close to see but I still awed and shit for her amusement. I turned the phone for Oscar to see. Panic turned into groveling.

O-Congrats again, E.

How far along are you?

E-Eleven weeks, three days. But I also need to show you this.

Oscar tilted the phone so we both could see. We could hear Mikey in the background muffled speaking to her. I glanced at Oscar and threw him a look before another object filled the screen.

E-MIKEY PROPOSED! AYE! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!?!

I pulled the phone away from me a little further. Her yelling plus the shit quality picture was a bad combination.

Congrats guys! I'm so happy for you.

O-Congratulations you two. But we have to go, business.

E-It's always business. Ana call me later.

Will do. Buh-bye.

I clicked the end call button and let my phone slip from my hand.