Chapter 13
Flip.
"Woaahhh! Do it again!" Jordan screamed from the kitchen counter.
Flip.
"Again!" He laughed.
Flip.
"Again again again!" He continued, clapping his hands excitedly.
"Last time." I said, before lifting the black pan and tossing the pancake up in the air, making it flip and land back perfectly in the black pan.
Jordan giggled and clapped.
"Chris! Pancakes are ready so get your lazy ass down here right now!" I yelled up the stairs.
I heard a grumble and chuckled.
It was Saturday morning, and I was home alone with the two annoying brothers that I somehow loved.
Tyler was gone to his friend's place, and Alex and Kylee were both at their own houses.
"Hilly?" Jordan said.
I turned to him, placing the three plates stacked high with pancakes and maple syrup dripping down them, on the counter.
"Yes Jordan?" I asked.
"What does ass mean?" He asked curiously.
"It means butt. But if I hear you say that again, Santa's not gonna get you anything." I threatened.
His eyes widened.
"I swear! I'll never say it again!" Jordan said so sincerely, I wanted to laugh.
Instead, I just nodded and smiled.
"Never say what again?" Chris said as he walked over to the chair, still in his pajamas, next to Jordan and plopped down.
"Ass." I said as I stuffed a forkful of pancake in my mouth.
I let out a soft moan. It was heaven.
"Oooh! Santa's not gonna get you anything Hilly!" Jordan said, while stuffing some pancake in his small little mouth.
"Santa's not real kid." Chris dead panned.
Jordan's eyes went wide and glossy all of a sudden and his bottom lip started to tremble.
Uh oh. I had to stop him before he-
"WAAAAH!" Jordan cried out at the top of his lungs.
He sobbed uncontrollably, making the whole house seem to shake.
Just what I needed on my Saturday morning... Note the sarcasm.
"Oh great. Hilary, this is all your fricken fault." Chris groaned.
"My fault? How's this my fault?" My temper started to rise.
"You're the one who crushed his dreams!" I yelled.
"You're the one who led him on. He needed to find out sooner or later!" Chris huffed.
"He's only FIVE FUDGIN YEARS OLD!" I cried.
Chris opened his mouth to talk back, but was cut off by the sound of the door opening.
"Erm, guys...?" Tyler said unsure, peeking his head in.
"What!?" We both yelled at the same time, as Jordan let out a warrior scream, and launched himself onto Chris' back, causing them to topple to the ground.
I heard the front door close and a moment later I heard the car speed away quickly.
"Santa is real!" Jordan yelled as he held on tighter to a struggling Chris.
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Breaking Promises
Teen Fiction*WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK* I wrote this story a long time ago, it was my first one and I'm not too happy with it. So just a warning, don't expect too much :/ "I promise, that I will never marry him." I said to my parents as icily as I could...
