It had initially started out as any other laundry day. Sort of.
Shark wanted to stay in bed all morning, complicating Sinbad’s routine of stripping the bedsheets off.
“Come on, dude,” the redhead groaned as he tried tugging on his boyfriend’s leg, “your old man said we were on laundry duty this week.”
Shark grumbled and retreated further into himself. His bear, which brought him an untold amount of joy upon being returned to him, was held firmly in his arms.
“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
“Nope. Your dad don’t want us to put it off. Now come on. Up.”
It had been a late night, Sinbad needing to work overtime and everything.
At least, he considered it a late night if he were the one to lock up. He then had to fumble around in the dark parking lot looking for his truck key.
More often than not, that often had him dropping his keys and cussing in two different languages.
He eventually got home, though. Usually, everyone was asleep in bed if it were a late night.
It happens the third Sunday of each June. Each year, at this time, fathers are celebrated because a woman by the name of Sonora cared about her daddy that much.
She thinks all fathers need recognition?
Clearly Miss Sonora would think otherwise had she ever met me.
Early in the morning always seemed to be the hardest time for anyone in the family. Namely, none of them really wanted to get up to for any reason.
In the living room, the TV could be heard. Sinbad was half-asleep, so he couldn’t really place what show opening was being played.
The redhead looked over to the right, seeing Dennis fast asleep. The window showed a rather dark sky, indicating sunrise wouldn’t come for a good long while. To his left, the bed was empty, meaning Shark had to be awake.
“Where’d he go…” Getting to his feet, Sinbad quietly wandered out of the room, doing his best not to wake Dennis. Trying not to stumble, he went to investigate the source.
“It sure was awfully nice of ya to invite me to this shindig,” Blaise said as the group was approaching their table.
Dennis scoffed. “I merely wish for you to see firsthand the horrors this establishment can offer.”
“Horrors?” Blaise raised an eyebrow, then turned to look at Lolly. “Is there some kinda inside joke that I’m not privy to here?”
The sullen teenager turned her head and glared at the woman talking to her. Behind them, her brother and his boyfriend were whispering into each other’s ears, and giggling.
Six in the morning was far too early for mischief-making. Most were still in bed, or just waking up.
It was certainly too early for whatever it was Shark was doing.
“Good morning!” The brunet was unusually perky and awake for an early hour. He provided a stark contrast for his still groggy father, who was munching away at slightly burnt toast.
Shark and Sinbad were in the shower, listening to father and daughter arguing.
It wasn’t so much arguing as it was Lolly pleading her case with lines such as, “He started it!” and, “He’s being a baby about all of this!” and even, “It was a joke!”
Needless to say, her argument fell flat. In the end, Dennis grounded her to the tune of, “No TV and movies for a week!”
After that, the two heard loud shrieking, a cry of “That’s not fair!” and a door slamming. A few moments of silence, and the two spoke with hushed voices.
“Is it wrong that I kind of feel bad for her?” Shark leaned on Sinbad as he spoke. “I mean, she’s only a teenager.”
“And that gives her the right to wreck your stuff because…?” Instead of continuing to pursue this topic, Shark changed to another one.