My brother whooshed past me all while saying I should of waited. "You could've taken a shower later. I had to go!" "Sorry." I yelled back. "It's nice to see you up early. That outfit is really cute." My mom said. I didn't like the fact that my mom thought it was "cute." I wore dark washed shorts and a tank top with pineapples with sunglasses on it. Some people would say my fashion sense is immature but I couldn't care less. My brother finally came out of the bathroom and sauntered his way into the living room. I guess he didn't really care whatever the plans were. "So, I was thinking after we play mini golf we could do some sight seeing." My brother audibly sighed. "How about we go to the beach after. Plus, I'm hungry. Can't we discuss it over breakfast?" I couldn't argue with my brother over that.
My stomach was starting to growl. My dad seemed to agree as well. "Alright. Let's eat and then talk." My mom said acting exasperated. We all left the house and got in the car soon after. After arriving and taking our seats at the diner I noticed the table was a little sticky. They probably didn't clean off the syrup well enough. I looked at the menu and decided to order the blueberry pancakes. Those pancakes sounded really good. I hope they looked like the picture on the menu. Wishful thinking I know, but I crossed my fingers. My brother on the other hand ordered chicken tenders for breakfast. He never really ate what you would call a "normal" meal for breakfast.
My mom used to have a problem with it, but got over it eventually. The order came and the pancakes looked nothing like the picture but they tasted good. That's what really mattered. My brother dunked his tenders in honey mustard. Literally slathering them with sauce. I doubt he could taste the chicken. "I had some more plans for the day, but I'll let you guys choose what you want to do. You're old enough. Aubrey is already going to college and soon you will too." Looking in the direction of my younger brother. My mom looked a little saddened at what she just said. I guess realizing we were growing up and starting to leave the house made her feel that way. "Thanks. Don't worry, I'll come back and visit as much as I can on the holidays." She smiled at my response.
"I'll just miss you that's all." My brother cut in. "Well, at least I'll still be at the house." "Oh, honey. I'm so glad you're going to be with us." She made it sound like I was going off to war or something. My parents finished their food soon after us. They paid the bill and we left for our golf outing. If you could call it that. I always got a little competitive during this time. My brother would get so annoyed at me, but I wanted him to play fair. I sucked all the fun out of it he would say. I jumped out of the car as soon as we parked. Maybe just a little too excited. The door jangled when we opened it. They put bells on the handles to let them know when people were here. "Hello, here to play mini golf I presume." As if we were here for any other reason. "Yeah. There's four of us."
A collection of short stories centered around love. They are wholesome stories that deal with romance throughout life and how it changes when we age. I hope you enjoy them.
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