Mathew Mats Rogers SeriesChapter 6 Going Home
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"Because I said so and that's final!" Mom said quite literally slamming her foot down. "But you said I didn't have to share my room!" I shot back. "Well that's before your Aunt Audrey called." she shot back.
I think a little backstory is in order...
Every six years we take place in "The Rogers family Reunion". A mindnumbing week long event centered around the 4th of July. We usually hold the event at Grandpa's house in Puerto Rico but for some reason my mother volunteered to hold it at our house which by the way isn't really all that big. Anyway I made it clear to Mother that I would rather not have to bunk with anyone and see agreed, that is until Aunt Audrey called. You see Aunt Audrey was going through a tough divorce and needed some time away from her troubles.
Which brings us too...
"Come on it'll be fine, I mean it's been six years since you saw your Cousin Amber."
"Amber...you didn't say I'll be sharing my room with Amber!"
Amber Franklin, you've never in your life met a more disgusting and obnoxious 12 year old. I still get shivers thinking about her. She was the only k** who dressed like an old woman. She had greasy unwashed Red hair that was constantly twisted in demonic looking Pigtails, she would never smile just sit there and scowel. And worst of all was the pranks, which I was always the target of.
"I figured you would be happy Trey, you always had such fun together."
"Fun...you think what we had was "fun"? No, no, no, no fun is riding a rollercoaster at Six Flags, or playing Volleyball on the Beach. Fun is not pissing yourself because someone put you hand in a bowl of warm water, fun isn't having Nair put in your Shampoo!"
"Oh you always remember the bad times...never the good! Mom said. "Now go tidy up your room, they'll be here soon."
I trudged up the steps to the third floor where my room was, kinda Greg Brady I know, but I like it. I had a large living area with a King Size bed, an entertainment center, sectional couch and my own bathroom (not much just a toilet and shower stall). I grabbed the Air Mattress from the Camping Closet and unrolled it on the floor. It was inflated and covered with linens in seconds.
I sat on my bed as two short horn hits rang out. "They're here!" my mom shouted, her voice carrying impressively from the ground level.
I walked down the stairs and saw my mom furiously hugging Aunt Audrey. I was about halfway down when she entered, Amber Franklin. She had on this offwhite blouse with really short jean shorts, her hair was no longer in pigtails and from what I could see was very clean and smooth skin. I instantly found myself on the floor looking up. "Oh god Trey are you alright?!" Mom said rushing over. "I think I tripped." I said standing up. "On what there's nothhng there?" Mom said. "Ahhh...my shoelace." "But it's tied." "Oh mom who cares what I tripped over."
"Very well then, take Amber's bags up to your Room while I get your Aunt settled." I grabbed the twin suitcases and headed up the two flight of stairs to my level. "You live in the Attic...how Mike Brady." Amber said. "Greg Brady, Mike was the father." "Are you sure?" "Yes I'm sure." I said. "Okay where do I sleep?" she asked. "You can take my bed, I'll sleep on the Air Mattress." I said kicking in the door with a back foot.
"Wow!" Amber said looking at the furnished attic. "How long did this take?" she asked. "It took an entire summer to earn the money to fix this place up. I put in the insulation and drywall myself but had to hire Bathfitter to do the Toilet and shower." "You have your own Bathroom?" Amber asked. "Yeah why?" "I've been driving four eight hours, I need to wash the road off of me." she said. "Ok, go ahead I have shampoo and soap stocked." Amber walked inside and closed the door behind her. I sat on my couch and turned on the TV. "Hey you got towels?" Amber asked a short time later. "Oh yeah but they're in the hall linen closet, hold on." I quickly grabbed a towel and a robe and gave them to her.
"You have your own robes stocked?" she asked. I realised I lost my head for a moment and sighed. "Yeah sorry about that, I forgot where I was."
Amber came out a short time later, wearing new clothes. Jeans and a Pink Mickey Mouse T-shirt. "That robe was for someone else." I said. "Who, your girlfriend?" she asked. "What?" I asked trying to hide my guilt. "I noticed the Dove soap along side the Dial Antibacterial." "My mom would kill me if she found out, she didn't really like Scotty that much." "Scotty huh?" Amber said. "She's s girl, Rebecca Scott. I gave her the nickname Scotty when we started dating. She dumped me a few months ago, said I was and I quote "Emotionally Castrated". "I don't know her but she sounds like a bitch!" Amber said trying to cheer me up. "She was kind of a bitch, that whole Emo thing."
"Dinner!" my mom shouted.
"Sounds like dinner." I said awkwardly. Amber and I walked down the steps to the backyard where the large double picnic table had been set up. The meal was typical summer fare, Burgers, hotdogs, grilled chicken as well as Tossed salad, potato salad and mounds of chips.
"Hey Trey, were gonna play some touch football you in?" My cousin Mark asked. "Hell yeah, what team we on?" "Skins." he shot back. I peeled off my sweat stained T-shirt and ran over. The game was fun, I had started the day with such anger but by the end it was actually kinda fun.
Little did I know, the fun wzs just getting started.
I think a little backstory is in order...
Every six years we take place in "The Rogers family Reunion". A mindnumbing week long event centered around the 4th of July. We usually hold the event at Grandpa's house in Puerto Rico but for some reason my mother volunteered to hold it at our house which by the way isn't really all that big. Anyway I made it clear to Mother that I would rather not have to bunk with anyone and see agreed, that is until Aunt Audrey called. You see Aunt Audrey was going through a tough divorce and needed some time away from her troubles.
Which brings us too...
"Come on it'll be fine, I mean it's been six years since you saw your Cousin Amber."
"Amber...you didn't say I'll be sharing my room with Amber!"
Amber Franklin, you've never in your life met a more disgusting and obnoxious 12 year old. I still get shivers thinking about her. She was the only k** who dressed like an old woman. She had greasy unwashed Red hair that was constantly twisted in demonic looking Pigtails, she would never smile just sit there and scowel. And worst of all was the pranks, which I was always the target of.
"I figured you would be happy Trey, you always had such fun together."
"Fun...you think what we had was "fun"? No, no, no, no fun is riding a rollercoaster at Six Flags, or playing Volleyball on the Beach. Fun is not pissing yourself because someone put you hand in a bowl of warm water, fun isn't having Nair put in your Shampoo!"
"Oh you always remember the bad times...never the good! Mom said. "Now go tidy up your room, they'll be here soon."
I trudged up the steps to the third floor where my room was, kinda Greg Brady I know, but I like it. I had a large living area with a King Size bed, an entertainment center, sectional couch and my own bathroom (not much just a toilet and shower stall). I grabbed the Air Mattress from the Camping Closet and unrolled it on the floor. It was inflated and covered with linens in seconds.
I sat on my bed as two short horn hits rang out. "They're here!" my mom shouted, her voice carrying impressively from the ground level.
I walked down the stairs and saw my mom furiously hugging Aunt Audrey. I was about halfway down when she entered, Amber Franklin. She had on this offwhite blouse with really short jean shorts, her hair was no longer in pigtails and from what I could see was very clean and smooth skin. I instantly found myself on the floor looking up. "Oh god Trey are you alright?!" Mom said rushing over. "I think I tripped." I said standing up. "On what there's nothhng there?" Mom said. "Ahhh...my shoelace." "But it's tied." "Oh mom who cares what I tripped over."
"Very well then, take Amber's bags up to your Room while I get your Aunt settled." I grabbed the twin suitcases and headed up the two flight of stairs to my level. "You live in the Attic...how Mike Brady." Amber said. "Greg Brady, Mike was the father." "Are you sure?" "Yes I'm sure." I said. "Okay where do I sleep?" she asked. "You can take my bed, I'll sleep on the Air Mattress." I said kicking in the door with a back foot.
"Wow!" Amber said looking at the furnished attic. "How long did this take?" she asked. "It took an entire summer to earn the money to fix this place up. I put in the insulation and drywall myself but had to hire Bathfitter to do the Toilet and shower." "You have your own Bathroom?" Amber asked. "Yeah why?" "I've been driving four eight hours, I need to wash the road off of me." she said. "Ok, go ahead I have shampoo and soap stocked." Amber walked inside and closed the door behind her. I sat on my couch and turned on the TV. "Hey you got towels?" Amber asked a short time later. "Oh yeah but they're in the hall linen closet, hold on." I quickly grabbed a towel and a robe and gave them to her.
"You have your own robes stocked?" she asked. I realised I lost my head for a moment and sighed. "Yeah sorry about that, I forgot where I was."
Amber came out a short time later, wearing new clothes. Jeans and a Pink Mickey Mouse T-shirt. "That robe was for someone else." I said. "Who, your girlfriend?" she asked. "What?" I asked trying to hide my guilt. "I noticed the Dove soap along side the Dial Antibacterial." "My mom would kill me if she found out, she didn't really like Scotty that much." "Scotty huh?" Amber said. "She's s girl, Rebecca Scott. I gave her the nickname Scotty when we started dating. She dumped me a few months ago, said I was and I quote "Emotionally Castrated". "I don't know her but she sounds like a bitch!" Amber said trying to cheer me up. "She was kind of a bitch, that whole Emo thing."
"Dinner!" my mom shouted.
"Sounds like dinner." I said awkwardly. Amber and I walked down the steps to the backyard where the large double picnic table had been set up. The meal was typical summer fare, Burgers, hotdogs, grilled chicken as well as Tossed salad, potato salad and mounds of chips.
"Hey Trey, were gonna play some touch football you in?" My cousin Mark asked. "Hell yeah, what team we on?" "Skins." he shot back. I peeled off my sweat stained T-shirt and ran over. The game was fun, I had started the day with such anger but by the end it was actually kinda fun.
Little did I know, the fun wzs just getting started.
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