Candies and Sticks

Part Two

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PART TWO

The End.

I closed the book I was currently reading, the same time Nicky yelled, “Move your lazy ass and get ready for school, kid!” from downstairs, probably the kitchen.

I scoffed to myself. If only he knew, I had been awake for far too long. Oh wait, I didn’t get any sleep in the first place! Blame Frank Peretti, for writing such amazing books. I just had to finish reading ‘Monster’. It was that good I sacrificed my beauty sleep.

I did all of my morning routine, and then trotted downstairs to face my older brother in one of our silly battles. Like for one, who could eat pancakes more and faster. Or, who ruled in Black Ops or the ever Guitar Hero, even Mario Kart. Sometimes, it could get as stupid as who could stand not taking a bath longer. He would always win at that last part, all because he was so used to feeling sweaty and sticky because of football. Unlike me, I would freak out if I would as much as got touched with dirty hands.

Before I left my room, I made sure to admire my dolls, which were now glassed on an entire wall for display. I didn’t play them anymore, like how I used to. But I still fancied them. They were not the sizes of what kids normally played with anyways. Never did, never will. My collections ranged from a foot and a half to two feet, and they’re definitely not dressed like Barbie or whoever. My dolls were either in gothic costumes, queen gowns, elegant dresses and accessories—

“RILEY!”

“Oh my sweet Jesus, I'm coming!”

“EEEWW!”

And yeah, let’s all welcome Nicky, my brother who made it his life mission to be my bodyguard. But, the moment we were back in home, he would annoy me to no end.

“Yes, Nicky, because I would so fuck you.”

“Muuummy! Riley said the f-word!”

I stood there gaping at him, momentarily checking if he didn’t wear his clothes backwards or inside out – just so I could have something to point out. None. Good. Now, last time I checked, he was older than me by four years! And then I just cracked. I laughed so hard that I was banging my fists on the bar table.

“Shut it, Nicholas. You were asking for it,” my Mum, Cassidy, said. Don’t get all amazed yet, that she's cool like that. Wait for my Dad.

“Yo, Mum, what's for breakfast?” And there he was, trudging down the stairs in all his disheveled, just-got-out-of-bed, 6’4” glory.

“Dad! Riley said the f-word to me!” Nicky repeated, this time frantically pointing to himself, as if that would help.

“What f-word? Forever? Fantasy? Flavor? Freezer? Fancakes?”

Nicky groaned. “It’s fuck, Daddy. And it is pancake! With a ‘P’, not an ‘F’!”

Our Dad, Donovan, just laughed as he plopped himself on the other stool beside me. “I know, son. I'm just fucking your brain cells dead.”

I covered my ears as I laid my forehead on the bar table. And there went our family for another normal day. They were going at it mildly today actually. You wouldn’t want to be around them once they got in the mood.

“So, Riles, got any boys to play with?” asked my ever-fantastic Dad.

Mum laughed, placing plates and mugs of yumminess in front of us. “I swear, Don, you are more desperate in getting Riley a boyfriend than he himself!”