Ch. 6
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RRRRRRRRRRING! sounded my annoying alarm. I flipped over onto my back staring at the ceiling. Does anyone know how weird it feels to sleep in the bed of two people who produced your most annoying band member? Unwillingly, I pulled myself out from underneath the covers.
I opened the door to the boys' room. "Aaron...Aaron..." I whispered softly not waking Nick. The last thing I wanted to deal with was Nick at seven A.M.
"What?" he moaned.
"You have to get up, kiddo. It's Monday and you have school."
"I hate Mondays and I hate school!" he growled.
I couldn't have put it better myself. "Well, you have to get up anyway."
He rolled his eyes. "Fine."
"I'll go make you some breakfast. Will you wake up your sisters?"
"Sure! Just let me grab my Barney cd!"
"No! Why don't you try knocking on the door?"
He nodded unhappily.
After waking Aaron I made my way down to the kitchen to prepare what hopefully would resemble breakfast. I glanced around the shelves. Pancake mix, eggs, french toast, cereal.....Cereal! Not even I could mess up cereal. Man, did they have a collection. Fruity Pebbles, Frosted Flakes, Rice Crispies, Cocoa Puffs....Well, then again, I guess, they would have cereal considering that's the only thing most kids know how to make. And some adults in my case.
I was greeted by Angel. "Morning."
"Good morning."
"You certainly got ready in a jiffy."
"Most of us do. If you don't Aaron'll bug you."
"I'll take you're word for it."
Leslie was the next to join us. "Hi."
"Hi, cutie." Okay, I know it's wrong to have a favorite. But I must admit Leslie is mine. But after putting up with two rambucous eight-year-olds and two sometimes hormonal teenagers, it only made sense. "What kind of cereal do you want?"
"Rice Crispies, please."
"Sure thing. Angel?"
"Same."
"Coming right up." I was disturbed while pouring the cereal by a loud shrieking scream. I immediately ran up. "Kids stay in the kitchen, don't worry!"
Aaron banged against the door. "What is it, BJ? Did you fall in the toilet?"
"No!" she growled. "Leave me alone, Aaron!"
"No! Not until I know what it's like to fall in the toilet."
"AARON! I did NOT fall in the toilet!"
I sighed as I saw Nick storming out of his room in his Ninja Turtle pj's.
"What happened?"
"That's what I'd like to know." I leaned against the door. "BJ, what happened?"
"Make Aaron leave!"
"You heard your sister, buddy, go downstairs."
"But....."
"Nick, since your second in command why don't you escort him?" If Nick wanted some responibility in this situation; I was more than happy to give it to him.
"Of course," he said in a 'manly' tone. "Come along, Aaron, hussle."
Hussle? Good grief. "Okay, BJ, your brothers are gone, Now what happened?"
BJ opened the door. She looked a fright. "Are you sick?"
"Not exactly."
"I don't understand."
"I need you to go to store."
"Why?"
"I kinda' sorta' need something."
"What?"
"Some uh....nevermind!" She started to bolt off to her room, but I quickly caught her by the arm.
"What do you need? And what's going on?"
She stared at the ground. "I went to the bathroom....and....I was bleeding."
"Oh my God! Don't worry. I'll get you to a doctor."
She shook her head. "NO! I think I got my...my period...for the first time. I need some, you know, girl stuff."
I felt my face turning bright red. "OH! Well, um....Why don't you just stay home today? And get your...uh...stuff taken care of."
"Kev, I kinda' need this stuff pronto."
"I'm sure you do. I'll go to the store right after the kids catch the bus."
"Thanks. Well, if you'll excuse me; I think I'm going to lock myself in my bedroom until I die."
When am I going to learn to keep my big mouth shut? Each time I complain things just get worse.
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