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We stealthily climbed the recently
vacuumed carpeted stairs and entered the gleaming kitchen. Not a speck of dust
to be found nor a crumb to be nibbled on in the entire kitchen. Every appliance
was sparkling in that special way that only recently cleaned things do.
“I don’t know about this, man” I murmured.
Dane whispered back in a nonchalant manner,
“Bro,
I’m your best friend. Plus this isn’t a big deal at all.” As my bare feet
started to pad across the cold, hard wooden floor of the kitchen I replied,
“Nothing is a big deal for you! You are a
rule-breaker at heart.” Failing to address the real problem as he always did
Dane quickly replied as though he had expected me to make that accusation and
he had already thought of his counter-argument.
“You know I wouldn’t make you do anything
that wasn’t one hundred percent worth it. . . I’m telling you, hot chocolate is a million
times better after midnight. You wouldn’t know, your mom is too strict on the
rules for you to have ever experienced this” He said so with that huge
mischievous smile that he always wore when he was convincing me to do something
that I knew that I shouldn’t do.
“Fine.” I said under my breath “Just try
not to make any noise, Mom is sleeping just on the other side of that wall” I
pointed to the large wall that was across the living room and had a very large
painting of Jesus Christ on it.
“yeah, yeah. Just think about it though,
who knows if we are going to be able to talk our parents into letting us have a
sleep-over ever again? We have to make the most of the night while we still
have it” classic. I’m over hear thinking
that if we behave well, and nothing goes wrong then maybe we’ll be able to have
more sleep-over later on, and he is just thinking about the now. acting as if the world was going to end
tomorrow and no consequence would ever really reach him. Aloud I simply
said, “your right, let’s do this” just telling him what he wanted to hear. This
was boring, and his was fun. He just poked and prodded enough until I succumbed
to the part of myself that actually wanted
to do the ridiculous thing that he was suggesting.
I began getting the necessary materials
ready for the perfect cup of hot-chocolate and soon enough the hot chocolate
machine was giving off a low rumbling as it stirred and heated the
hot-chocolate. I settled into the stool and eased into a more comfortable state
of mind, thinking well if we were going
to get caught it would’ve happened already.
That’s when we heard the loud clearing of
someone’s throat. It was more of an announcing of one’s presence than an actual
clearing of the throat. Like a lioness finding her prey trapped, knowing that
escape was impossible, and making noise just to scare them before she had her
fun. We slowly turned around and Dane made a small, involuntary squeak as my
mom, with her hands on her hips and a how-are-you-going-to-explain-this!? expression on her face, came into
view.
“Boys, why am I disappointed right now?”
my mom almost spitted out. I quickly respond before Dane can say something that
will really get my mom going.
“Because this isn’t the first time that
you’ve told us to get to bed, and the fact that we are up here right now, looks
like a direct disobedience.”
“looks like!?” my mom throws back at me,
daring me to hold to that statement. uh
oh! I look over at Dane in hopes for an escape. On second thought, maybe he shouldn’t say anything. Ya he knows just
how to get on my mom’s nerves. Definitely better that he doesn’t say anything. .
. But I’m already looking at him. It was too late, I could almost feel Dane getting ready to say whatever it is that
he always says to get out of the infinite number of tight situations that he
has escaped in the past.
“Traci, I know that you don’t know this,
but in my house, I cannot go to sleep
unless I have a warm cup of milk.” Dane begins, but I know that it’ll never
work. And it doesn’t. Mom simply tells us,
“Boys, you knew a very long time ago that
you needed to go to bed at 10:30 so that you could wake up and be ready to make
your first day of education week a good one. If you needed anything you should’ve
been preparing for that before. This wasn’t a surprise.” We both decided that
it was damage control time. In his humblest voice, Dane decided that apology
was the best course of action,
“You are right Traci, I should’ve planned
better. We’ll head to bead right now” We headed to bed only thinking about one
thing,
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