I woke up to mom shaking my shoulder worryingly.
"Sweetie," she asked shocked, "are you okay? What happened?"
All I could remember was coming downstairs to apologize for my rude behavior and everything was quiet. I heard sounds coming from the living room and went to investigate. That's when I got punched in the face and blacked out.
"What happened to you?" she asked, "do you remember anything?"
So I told mom what remembered and she sighed... almost relief like. I expected to see Chris with her, but it was mom in her nightgown. She got me sitting up.
"Where's Chris," I asked.
She was quick to answer my question.
"Oh he's still asleep," she said, "he was pretty worn out last night."
She then got up from kneeling and went to go make breakfast. I looked at the clock, I must've been hit really hard to be unconscious until the morning. I pick myself up and head to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. The smell of bacon floods my nostrils.
She's humming a little tune to herself as she flips the bacon. Then cracks some eggs in another pan, as she places toast in the toaster. I sip my coffee and watch her. She's wearing a loose fitting nightgown, that flutters about with every movement. Her hair was kinda messy, but she did just wake up half an hour ago.
She turns to me and places the breakfast on the table. I reach for a juicy piece of bacon, only to get my hand slapped.
"You know the rules," she said sternly, "go wake up your brother and tell him breakfast is ready."
I sighed as I got up from my chair and walked down the hall to his room. I tapped on his door and gulped. Wait, why did I gulp? We're the same age and yet he acts way different than guys our age. I open his door and saw him sprawled out on his bed. His foot and right arm dangle over the side of his bed. I thought of a perfect way to get back at him.
I remembered this one rumor, that if you dip someone's hand in warm water, they'd unconsciously wet themselves. I fill up a cup full of warm water from the bathroom and snuck back to his room. I stopped alittle bit from his door as I heard two voices. The first one is Chris who was groggily, the second is...mom?
I press myself against the wall and listen in vain to what was going on.
"Morning sleepyhead," mom said tenderly, "I thought I asked your brother to walk you up. Anyway...did you sleep well? I bet you did after..."
She probably sensed that I could be listening and closed the door. I heard her walk up to his bed and sit on it.
"Was what we did last night okay," she said quietly, "am I bad for allowing it to go that far?"
What the hell is she talking about?
Chris said something, but I couldn't make out what he said. It made mom laugh and then the sound of a muffled wet smacking sound. Mom sighs and giggles before telling him to get up for breakfast. I heard her get up from his bed. I very quickly walk back to the dining room and wait.
She came out with Chris a few minutes later. He had this smug look on his face and sits down. Mom pours him a cup of black coffee and hands it to him. Chris is the only one in the house, that loves black coffee. Did my imagination play a trick on me or did I see mom tenderly place her hand over his. It was only for a second, but I could've been imagining it.
Mom sits down next to Chris and begins to eat her breakfast. I saw her jolt briefly a minute later, before she relaxes. Her eyes fluttered and she tries to continue eating. Her cheeks are flushed. What's going on?
"Something wrong mom?" I asked, "stomach cramp?"
She shook her head.
"No-wait yes," she stammered out, "a bad stomach cramp. It'll go away soon."
She resumed eating and fought through whatever was happening on their end of the table. Her hand clenches onto the side of the table as she spoke.
"So what should we do today guuuUUUYs?" she said.
Her eyes went wide and then she cleared her throat before speaking again.
"Sorry about that," she said, "I guess it was just gas buildup."
"What should we do today guys?" she repeated, "go to the park and have a picnic? Go for a drive somewhere?"
Chris got up and I could see he had something else planned.
"I had plans to hangout with the guys today mom," he said, "I'll be back later on today though. So maybe we can do something later?"
She sighs rejected
"Okay," she said obviously wanting to spend time with her two sons.
