Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2010 7:48:01 GMT -5
Keith awoke from his nap on the couch when he felt the weight and pointed edges of about a hundred enveloped being dropped on him.
“What the crap?!” he cried attempting to sit up and tossing his blanket aside.
“I checked the mail.” His mother said pointing to the pile. “It’s for you.”
Keith began to sift through and pulled up a letter. “That’s not mine!” he cried. “It’s a bill!”
“It’s yours now.” His mother contradicted.
“Mommy!” his mother walked to the doorway and began to sip at her coffee. “…don’t I get any?” he asked.
“Children don’t get coffee; it makes them hyper.” She smirked.
Keith sighed and began to look over the letters. ‘Bills, bills, bills, proposals…’ his eyes went wide. “Ah!” Suddenly he was standing behind his mother pointing at the offensive note.
“What?” she asked. He whimpered in return. She sauntered over and began to read over it. “Well she sounds nice,” Mrs. Harkin said scanning the rest. “I wonder how old she is.”
“Mommy!”
“Ooh, and this one!” she read another “‘can’t wait for the live chat,’” she read aloud. “‘We have so many wedding plans to discuss.’ She sounds sweet too.”
“Mommy!!! I don’t want a girlfriend!”
“Keith, you’re 23. You need a girlfriend, and to stop calling me mommy for that matter. That should have stopped a long time ago.
“Hey Mommy,” Rebecca said walking in.
“Yes Darling?” His mother answered
“Why can she call you mommy?!”
“She likes me better.” Rebecca joked.
“Mommy?” Keith asked. “That’s when you’re supposed to deny it.”
“Deny what?”
“This is why I like Granny better.” He muttered.
~*~
“I thought you knew!” Keith yelled running down the street wearing his pajama and his blanked trailing out behind him as Mrs. Harkin marched after him, a broom in hand.
Rebecca and Mr. Harkin watched from the porch.
“You’d think he’d learn,” Rebecca commented shaking her head.
“You would think.” Her father replied watching as Keith rounded the corner.
“What the crap?!” he cried attempting to sit up and tossing his blanket aside.
“I checked the mail.” His mother said pointing to the pile. “It’s for you.”
Keith began to sift through and pulled up a letter. “That’s not mine!” he cried. “It’s a bill!”
“It’s yours now.” His mother contradicted.
“Mommy!” his mother walked to the doorway and began to sip at her coffee. “…don’t I get any?” he asked.
“Children don’t get coffee; it makes them hyper.” She smirked.
Keith sighed and began to look over the letters. ‘Bills, bills, bills, proposals…’ his eyes went wide. “Ah!” Suddenly he was standing behind his mother pointing at the offensive note.
“What?” she asked. He whimpered in return. She sauntered over and began to read over it. “Well she sounds nice,” Mrs. Harkin said scanning the rest. “I wonder how old she is.”
“Mommy!”
“Ooh, and this one!” she read another “‘can’t wait for the live chat,’” she read aloud. “‘We have so many wedding plans to discuss.’ She sounds sweet too.”
“Mommy!!! I don’t want a girlfriend!”
“Keith, you’re 23. You need a girlfriend, and to stop calling me mommy for that matter. That should have stopped a long time ago.
“Hey Mommy,” Rebecca said walking in.
“Yes Darling?” His mother answered
“Why can she call you mommy?!”
“She likes me better.” Rebecca joked.
“Mommy?” Keith asked. “That’s when you’re supposed to deny it.”
“Deny what?”
“This is why I like Granny better.” He muttered.
~*~
“I thought you knew!” Keith yelled running down the street wearing his pajama and his blanked trailing out behind him as Mrs. Harkin marched after him, a broom in hand.
Rebecca and Mr. Harkin watched from the porch.
“You’d think he’d learn,” Rebecca commented shaking her head.
“You would think.” Her father replied watching as Keith rounded the corner.