Firepits, Frozen, and Flames - Part 7b

By the time they got to her house they had pretty much decided that they weren't going to go see Frozen. Not yet anyway. They walked into her kitchen where her sister was pondering on how to quench her boredom for the night. He was very entertained, even amazed at the conversation she and her sister began to share. It was so witty, so hilarious, so fluid. Their words built upon one another into a symphonic prose and he thought it was amazing just to watch them talk.

They aren't even talking about anything important and it seems light filled. Man, this is cool. How the freak do they do that? 

He listened in fascination as if he was being taught by them and would try to throw in a comment every once in a while, but it was like an amateur trying to run with the pros. He would soon find out as he met one sibling after another that this was common fare in their home. He wanted to be like them.

Her mom and dad came in with few words spoken, stopped and looked at the four bags of trash on the floor, then at their children, then back at the bags. Her dad had picked one of them up and dangled it by his pointer finger. As they sat in silence, he felt compelled to do something about it.

"I gotcha man, I gotcha." he said as he he grabbed the bag out of her father's hand

Her sister grabbed the next one, then her mom, and he heard "race ya!" then "go go go!" and in the excitement of what was happening he began to run, only realizing that he had no idea where the garbage cans were.

"Where do I go?!"

"Go through the garage! Here, follow me!"

He thought it was pretty funny that he had just participated in a race to see who could get rid of their garbage the fastest and he chuckled to himself as they made their way downstairs.