“It’s not the same,” Stevie protested. “It’s dad’s own fault that we love Brian more than him; he’s the one who’s been ignoring us.”
“Yeah,” Lenore agreed. “We didn’t do anything to make him love the rug-rats more than us.”
“I guess, you have a point,” Howie riposted. “I can kinda see where you’re coming from.”
“Hey Lenore, what’s this we hear that you love A.J. and want him really, really bad?” Nick asked. “Do you really want to see what’s under his pants?”
“That’s absolutely positively none of your business!” Lenore snapped turning bright red. “It’s not true; they’ll make anything up, just to embarrass me.”
“Um hmm, sure,” Stevie responded. “If they’re making it up, then why does it say all that and more in your diary?”
Lenore turned even redder. “What the hell are you doing reading my diary?” She demanded. “You have no business invading my privacy!”
“Sorry, but if ya don’t want people reading it, then ya shouldn’t be leaving it out in the open,” Stevie retorted. “I found it lying in the middle of the hallway floor.”
“Like hell you did!” Lenore returned. “Why is it, I never get any privacy around here?”
“If you two are going to sit here and argue then I’m leaving,” Brian rejoined starting to get up. “I’m not about to sit here and listen to the two of ya argue.”
They looked at one another, then quickly knocked him back down onto Stevie’s bed. “We’ll, stop,” they replicated quickly. “We promise..”
“Remember you said that,” Brian riposted. “I’m not in the mood to listen to anymore arguments.”
“So, cous’ are ya going to the party still?” Kevin queried. “If ya not, well, then the rest of us had better get going.”
“I’m staying home this time,” Brian answered. “I can’t abandon my favourite siblings at a time like this.”
“Well, okay then,” Howie said, then turned to the other three, “Let’s get going guys.” With that A.J., Howie, Nick, and Kevin all left to go to the party.
