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Family and friends/Friday Party
Michael? Where did you go? Ashley taunted from behind a nearby tree. I snuck up behind her quickly and quietly, scooped her up and hugged her tight. She screamed and then giggled. I kissed my sisters’ forehead and said, (gotcha.) No fair it was my turn she squeaked.
Can we have pizza, Ashley asked? As we walked back to the house from Sanctuary, our little fort in the woods, the cool November air kissed my cheeks even through the trees. Birds scarcely sang in the distance, most having flown south during the cold winter months. The snow crunching with every step, we walked up the front steps to our three story Victorian. Ashley ducked under my arm as I held the door open for her.
A little about us, my sister and I are from Bourne, Massachusetts; a small town in Cape Cod by the ocean.
Michael/Me, I am fifteen, I have light orange hair, green eyes, the beginnings of an orangish beard and a muscular build due to all my exercise and sports; football and weight lifting mostly. I still had a small amount of fat, but I was by no means ugly. The girls in school seemed to think I was attractive anyway. I will be starting 10th grade this year.
Ashley, my only sibling is younger by one year. My parents called her a “Happy Accident.” At fourteen, she is 5’2, 93 pounds, red hair and green eyes, she perfectly mirrored our Irish heritage and naturally had all the boys in school drooling. This made me both angry and jealous. My sister and I had an unusual relationship. We were always, much closer than most brothers and sisters, and even at fifteen I would give my life for her without hesitation.
The trust we shared and how she looked up to me could be chalked up to the fact that our parents are always away on business trips. They worked for apple, but wanted more time close to home, so they could be with their two s. Traveling all over the world, they couldn’t keep up with demand.
Our parents were in Michigan for the next two weeks. So being the older sibling and looked up to by my younger sister, I was left in charge. My allowance, which I rarely spent was more than enough to cover any necessary expenses.
Mom (Mary) and dad (Sean); a little about them.
My father is a big guy, my sister and I get our Irish heritage from him. He’s the pinnacle of Irish men, he’s 5’10, weighs 250 pounds, (some of which is muscle), dark orange hair, a red beard, and green eyes.
My mother is English and Scottish. So we all have slight accents even though my sister and I are second generation. My mom is a petite woman, at 5’7 and 130 pounds she has dark brown hair and grey eyes. Though she’s not Irish she sure acts like an Irish woman, perhaps because she had been around Dad and his family in Ireland since they were little.
I will call the “parents” by their first names, so as to not confuse readers with all the: “moms and dads.”
Ireland
Mary and Sean met when they were both toddlers, wherever one went the other followed; and should they be separated the tears and tantrums would follow soon after. When they were thirteen they made official their status, Sean was always protective of Mary and even more so after that day. Soon after they turned fifteen Mary’s family had to move away, her mother had earned a prestigious position at a museum in London as the head curator. Sean and Mary were distraught, though months later they still kept in touch. Until a sad fate, in February of 1963 Mary’s father was diagnosed with liver cancer and died in April of the same year at the young age of 48, Mary fell into a bad crowd and a dark place.
When Sean found out he tried to contact her. Grandma (Edith) told him that Mary needed him and that she couldn’t get through to her.
Sean had a job with a local farmer, by the name of John. John gave him some cash for the trip. Don’t worry about your folks; I’ll cover for you, and inform them in a couple of days, he’d said. Now go get your girl, said John.
Sean left the country and took a long, rocky boat ride to the U.K. The sea was cold and choppy and considering he was a stowaway he was to eat only the food John had provided him with.
It was summer so Mary wasn’t in school. Instead she was at a local park smoking marijuana with a couple of guys. They’d asked to have sex with her and she said no. High and horny, they attempted to force her.
Sean’s Irish boiled and he blacked out. At the hospital his eyes cleared. The nurse told him, as Mary had told her.
You beat the three men to the brink and Mary had to stop you, before you ed them. You then ran seven miles with her in your arms to this hospital.
Is she ok? Sean asked, with worry and fear dripping from his tone.
She’s fine we were able to clear the drugs out of her system for the most part, but the withdrawal will be hell, aside from marijuana we also found other substances. She’s sleeping it off now.
Sean stayed by Mary’s side for six days, called his mom (Ashlyn) and Dad (Kenley) twice, to their great relief. They were both proud, because he followed his heart and mad because he’d left without telling them.
Two days further, passed and on the eighth day Mary’s eyes slowly peeled open. Sean sighed heavily and began to cry, and to Mary’s great relief, she realized Sean was beside her the entire time.
I will never leave you again, Sean said. I love you more than the world, and I have always! Mary began to softly cry into Sean’s shoulder, I’m sorry, I missed you so much. I know love, I know, I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you, Sean groaned.
Mary moved back to Ireland with her mom (Edith) until Mary and Sean turned 25, when they moved to America for their current job positions.
Back to the present.
Sis, we had pizza two days ago, why don’t we have some Chinese? Her eyes lit up, awesome we haven’t had Chinese for a while.
I set the table, calling the local Chinese restaurant and ordered some chicken fried rice and a plate (or rather box,) of general Tso. I took a shower first so that I could meet the Delivery guy. Or so I told Ashley, I just wanted to be sure I got some hot water. We then started a movie, the nightmare before Christmas (my favorite.) The dinner arrived at half past six. I figured, I have a lot of extra money so I gave the guy a decent tip as it had started to rain aggressively and he had to drive in it. He smiled, thanked me and ran out in the downpour.
My sister and I were brought up to respect people that work such jobs and to never take for granted the money we get. We always helped the needy at the shelter and the homeless gathered in downtown Falmouth, when mom and dad were home of course.
When Ashley turns 15 she’d have to find a job, instead of living off our allowance. Our parents were, by no means poor; however, they wanted us to learn to stand on our own two feet. To work for everything we get, and to never take handouts.
I currently worked a part-timed job at a local well known restaurant. The owner had taken a liking to me. He owns three 4 star restaurants and is one of the best chefs in the state. I started training under him earlier this year when I turned 15. I do dishes and cleanup after closing on the weekends and maintenance jobs here and there.
We ate dinner whist watching nightmare before Christmas. By the time we finished both, it was already 8pm. So I did the few dishes and took out the trash from the week.
Ashley ran up to the bathroom and brushed her teeth, I came in and joined her. We butt-bump each other playfully.
I’ll see you in the morning sis, I said as I kissed her on the forehead.
Ok, night, quipped Ashley.
I love you sis, I yelled from down the hall.
I Love you too Bro, she hollered.
Ashley had started high school several months ago, at the start of the new school year.
The next morning we woke at 7am and had a quick breakfast. I drove us to school in my Jeep. As class started at 7am, it was currently 6:53, so we hopped out and ran to the doors just as they were being closed.
We went to a rather high end public school, but two years ago a brought a gun to school and shot himself. He was a good overall, but he’d given his heart and lost it to a rather sweet girl by the name of Anna, a 5ft 7 beauty, blonde hair and blue eyes. I was a little mad at him, it was selfish, he never thought of how Anna would feel. Even so Anna soon committed suicide out of guilt after months of the school trying to convince her she wasn’t at fault. Since then security has been very tight.
We called the two security guards at the front door, Tom and Jerry, because they were always chasing one another when they’d forgotten something in the security office. They checked our bags and ushered us in.
Ms. Beecraft, our social studies and homeroom teacher glared at us as we entered. She loved us because we were great students, other than our last two days of tardiness.
Hey Michael, what was it this time? Asked my best friend Mark.
Mark and I had been friends since 2nd grade when he moved here from Hawaii. His mother was from Oklahoma and his father was pure Hawaiian. He was a military man stationed in Afghanistan, a Sgt. Jeremy Baroda. He died in October of 2004. His marine unit was ambushed by a group of insurgents. Jeremy was buried with full honors and a silver star. Mark does his father proud, he is 6 ft. tall 200 pounds, jet black hair, and tattoos everywhere. He visits his people on a regular basis so Mark still kept his tan up. He also has utmost respect of women, part of his Hawaiian heritage.
My sister was doing her hair, I joked, which earned me a punch to the arm.
I Love you too sis.
Ms.Beecraft called attendance and accidently called out Anna’s name. I saw a tear run down the face of Adrian, Anna’s best friend. He was a gay southern boy and loved by all. I reached in front of me and squeezed his shoulder to comfort him. He gave me a weak smile.
Ms.Beecraft continued, we have a speaker today, he’ll be educating you on the dangers of drugs. So all, and yes I do mean all of you must attend, this is mandatory. The entire class sighed.
Ms. Beecraft continued with announcements, then just before the bell rang asked to see Ash and I. I looked at my sister with mock worry, she giggled.
As the bell rang for second period the students filed out in a flash.
I need you two to be on time, you’re my finest students in all other aspects. Is something going on?
No, I replied. Yesterday a family friend from Ireland called and forgot the time difference, you know the ones that talk until you finally get a word in? Today I simply forgot to set my alarm.
I have always been honest, so she didn’t question me further.
Ok, please no more fuckups she said, and then covered her mouth. OMG! She said, I’ve never slipped.
I was appalled, but I just laughed, no worries, just don’t make it a habit.
I was no stranger to cursing, when I was with my guy friends, I always did. I, however never cursed when a woman was present, out of respect.
We hurried off to our next class. The remainder of the day was dull, with a capitol D. That is until Ashley ran into my arms just after fifth period.
What’s wrong, sis?
Some idiot had turned her down for a date. Normally you might think, so what? There’s always another guy. However, my sister has never asked
anyone on a date.
Sis you’re still too young. I don’t want to have to hurt someone because he crossed the line.
I know, but I want to held and told I’m beautiful.
I hugged my little sister, you are beautiful and any guy would be lucky to date you. Lucky, but in pain I added with a smile. I tend to forget she’s still
young considering her maturity.
After I turned twelve my parents saw my maturity, protectiveness and responsibility. So they left us home alone and me in charge. Ashley and I had to
become even closer and more independent, since that day. Ashley smiled.
His loss, my gain, I figured. I’m sorry sis. How about I take you somewhere nice?
Ashley smiled and nodded, ok sounds like fun.
Ok, be ready after school, we’ll head there promptly.
Last period was a little more interesting, history is my favorite class. Roman Times, World War II, and the Revolutionary war. We were studying the witch trials presently. The teacher, however had an odd way of teaching, and I found myself doing my own work, which was fine by me. Class was only half period as we still had that stupid drug awareness assembly. The assembly started with principal Andrews introducing Officer Diaz. It only took thirty minutes and he went over almost all of what you’d imagine.
I stopped Mark in the hallway, following the assembly and told him I’d have to take a raincheck on our hangout, he was annoyed, but when I told him I was taking my sister out, he lightened up a bit. Some moron turned her down, so I promised to take her to dinner.
Sounds good bro. Have fun, call me later if you want to hang, he yelled down the hall.
Will do I shouted back, over the chaos of students hurrying to get to the bus and their respective cars.
Dinner
My family likes meat, like anyone else, but we are huge veggies too. So Ashley decided to eat at Olive Garden (My Favorite, aside from Chinese.) Ash and I walked in, arm in arm. We chatted like crazy smiling a lot and joking around. It took the waitress fifteen minutes to take our order. In that time Ashley and I had gone over the week.
The waitress was quite pleasant and smiled at us, you two are so cute how long have you been together?
I laughed nervously, this is my little sister.
Ok, then. She then looked confused and when I did not continue she took our order and stalked away obviously perturbed. Probably thinking we were on an actual date.
We paid for our food and walked out, I held all doors for her just like a real date. I drove back to the house where we were met by a local cop, apparently the waitress thought that it was a good idea to call services. I understood and didn’t blame her.
A woman in a grey dress suit stepped out from a blue parked car, beside the house. The officer by the door motioned for me to come in. So I walked in and offered him in a cup of coffee. I was no moron I knew what was going on. I kept an eye on my sister through the window though. The woman, who later identified herself as Alice, questioned her as though she were three. Ashley took it like a champ. She kept asking if I’d hurt her, when finally, my sister had had enough…
Now before I tell you what happened I should tell you my sister boxes with me on the daily, so she’s tough.
Now on with the story.
Following this final straw, my sister, in all her Irish fury stood up, squared off her shoulders, tucked her fist and connected square with the woman’s jaw. For a fourteen-year-old girl she sure was tough. The woman staggered back. When she turned around Ashley said, “My brother is an absolute gentleman, and if you knew him you’d never have asked that, once; let alone seven times.
Officer James unsuccessfully suppressed a laugh at this. Ashley stalked inside and I hugged her and walked out.
Our parents are gone for the week, I turned around now and spoke to the officer directly, completely ignoring the case worker. They’ll be back next week. If you’d like, officer I will more than gladly accommodate you for visits on a daily basis. (Not that I had a choice, but I was young, and annoyed.)
Officer James nodded. I’d be glad to, I’ll be over by three, tomorrow after school.
The next few days’ officer James actually hung out with us until 6. He was a good man and I decided to add him to the table for dinner the last two days. After the third day he said,
“Those people are morons, thinking you’d ever harm your sister in any way. I’d be more concerned about anyone attempting to rob you or hurt her.” “I wish I’d cared for my sister as you do.”
His sister died in a car accident several years back and they were in the middle of a fight. So he never forgave himself.
“You’re a good man and she knew it, your sister is smiling looking down on you.”
Thanks Michael he said, I’ll have a talk with your parents when they get back, and nip this ridiculous talk in its bud.
I arrived at school the next day, and went through my locker, when I was lifted from behind and picked up in a bear hug.
What’s up Mark?
Sorry they thought anything less of you man that’s a deep insult.
No worries man, the waitress was just worried and I understand.
Mom and dad got back and Officer James’s family and my family soon became close friends. Enjoying Thanksgiving, Halloween, and occasionally Christmas together, when we weren’t in Ireland with family. My parents were rather proud of me.
As the topic of how our two families came to be such good friends; was always a topic of conversation we soon had to revise the tale. Telling people your was falsely accused of trying to get with a minor; is not a topic you want to discuss. Therefore, we decided tell people we met on Christmas
vacation in Ireland, which they had joined us on several occasions, so it wasn’t necessarily a lie.
Fast forward a year.
I cleaned up the basement and carpeted it. Dad taught me a few things about, “around the house, jobs.” I bought several pieces of gym equipment. Including dumb bells of varying weights, a bench press, a punching bag, new boxing gloves, and several other items. I also installed a high end stereo system. Dad was pleased when he got back from his latest trip and from then on used the gym often. I worked out for hours daily and Ashley joined, continuing our boxing sessions.
I had convinced my boss to let Ashley help out and soon Ashley had a new job at the restaurant I worked at, she loved it. She made the same as me and even helped me out on the weekend evenings.
The new school semester started. Mark and I hung out rarely during the summer, so our reunion consisted of bear hugs. Considering I had gained twelve pounds of muscle, working out vigorously had deleted any fat I still had before the summer. So this bear hug was equal parts painful.
Damn, your buff, man.
I turned the crappy basement into a gym, I said.
Badass, speaking of which, remember we still have weight class so we should carb up at lunch.
Sounds good man, considering weight class will start after.
The bell rang and we headed to Mrs. Bailys class, our new homeroom teacher.
Wow! I’ve never met her, she’s gorgeous. I elbowed Mark, whose jaw was unhinged. Thanks man, sorry I lost myself there.
Mrs.Bailey taught Biology and science both recent favorites.
Homeroom was rather dull as she called attendance and then went over the syllabus for the semester. We stayed in the same class for Science and we started with the first page of the new books, (thank god, unlike other s, I like school and sitting doing nothing is boring to me.)
Following science was math, (math is difficult for me.) Actually my sister helps me with it.
Lunch follows third period and Mark and I headed over to the front desk. Adam (a close friend), as we discovered had moved, I’d have to find him and kick his ass for not telling us. As a student council member I was able to sign my out sister to hang with us for lunch, an option resigned only for seniors and council members.
The burger Joint (Pizza by Evan, yes I know pizza? It also has burgers.) Was packed which is rather unusual, I guess some military guys had booked the place, but they were cool with us in the corner. Mark and I ordered a ton of fries (3 orders) and Ash got a chicken Caesar salad. (I LOVE CHICKEN CAESAR SALAD.) Suffice to say I was jealous. Mark and I devoured our meal and I drove us back to school.
Weight class was led by a humorously large man (Mr. Kern) considering his profession. We had to start with a mile run then jumped into weight lifting.
Partner up bellowed Mr. Kern.
So of course Mark and I teamed up, out benching everyone.
History was next and surprisingly dull. My sister and I hung out for the majority of the class, going over the chapter on our own.
I had in Language Arts class for Fifth period, which was not at all difficult. In fact, most days I either zoned or drew.
Sixth period was Math with Mr. Kennedy. The class was rather interesting, though we started with a movie.
The School day ended with a rush of clamoring, bags, books and bodies, as students yet again all trying to get out at the same time.
Mark and I hung out for an hour at Pizza by Evan finishing all, but the math, I drove him back to my place and we greeted a bubbly Ashley, who had finished her homework.
So you fellas need help with math huh? Ashley joked.
You’re lucky you’re my sister, else my male ego would be offended.
Mark laughed beside me and nodding in agreement.
Hey gorgeous, good to see you. Mark said half-hugging Ashley.
You too Mark she said with a smile.
We hung out for a bit, finished homework, watched the new Godzilla 2000 movie and then I drove Mark home.
Thanks bro, see you tomorrow.
Alright, I’ll hit you up in an hour. (Mark and I played GTA 5 online. Until about 6 when Ash and I started hanging out before bed.)
The next day I saw my parents off for a gig in England, they figured they’d be back by this Monday. As it was Friday, Ashley and I had the house to
ourselves for a day, we always assumed they’d be back early, because one year we were caught having a party.
I picked up Mark and told him to invite no more than five people, Ashley and I also chose five people.
School started and went through the day as any normal day, though somehow it seemed slower, the party was lingering in the back of my mind, and it was hard to focus. I am a good , but I needed a break, as it was a chaotic time. (High school, one big drama, with no end.)
Finally, the last bell of the day rang, our candidates went home for dinner and to finish homework. At 5 they began to arrive and Ashley, Mark, and I greeted them and took their car keys. They’d all stay the night. Our house was a three story Victorian, with a basement and no attic, the party stayed on the first floor and if someone needed “happy time” the second floor spare bedrooms were available. The rule was; always have a sock on the door and clean up afterwards. Ashley was off limits of course, as she was too young. If someone did try feeling up my sister I may have to go to jail for aggravated assault with a deadly weapon... My fists.
The party dragged on until late. I was sitting on the couch with a blonde who was vying for some “attention” I watched the party, a bouncer of sorts.
I walked over to Mark, who was dancing with my sister smiling like an idiot. I’ll be back in fifteen I have to use the restroom.
K, man, I’ll be here.
The blonde girl I spoke with followed me and waited until I exited the bathroom.
I shook my head sorry sweetie I’m not looking for a companion this evening she frowned, a cute pouty face tugging at her full lips, I held her shoulder,
kissed her cheek and walked away, leaving her smiling.
I’m back, I can relieve you, Mark.
Naw, you go hang out.
Alright bro, are you sure?
Yea I’m danced out.
I went and danced with my sister so there was no illusion as to whether I was available. The party continued until around 12am, when it began to die
down, couples retreated to the guest rooms and the living room was left a mess, albeit not as bad as your normal parties. These s were all very
respectful and not the mischievous types. Nothing stolen or broken.
Mark, Ash, and I escorted people to the guest room and cleaned the small mess, I brushed my teeth, and headed to bed. Hugging my sister and kissing her forehead.
Love you, sis
Love you, too.
I love you both, too, Mark said jokingly.
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