The drive to my house from Adam's took 10 minutes. The car ride was silent; I could tell there was tension in the car.
I was about to get out of the car, but I had to know what was bothering him, "Adam, are you mad at me?" I know I probably shouldn't be asking him if he was mad at me, he should be asking if I was mad at him. I guess I have a submissive personality.
"No I've just got a lot on my mind." he said without even looking at me.
"Whatever, " I said angrily, as I snatched my book bag off the seat, got out of the car and slammed the car door, so that Adam would know that I was frustrated with him.
I walked into my house which is much smaller than Adam's house. My house has 2 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, but it's big enough, since my mom and I are the only ones who live in it. Let me tell you a little bit about my mom. My mom got pregnant with me when she was 20 years old and she's never once mentioned who my father was or had any pictures. For some reason I have a feeling that my father doesn't even no that I exist. Anyway...
As soon as I closed the front door my mom appeared out of nowhere. "Hey honey, when did you get in?" mom said with a questioning tone.
I took one look at my mom and I felt so embarrassed for her. Okay let me explain, my mom is 36, but she looks more like she's 21 (I've seen pictures of her when she was 21 and she looks the same, if not better). She has a good body, but she thinks she can still dresses like she did when she was 21. To make a long story short my mom dresses like a slut. Don't get me wrong, she's a great mother and she would do anything for me, but she doesn't know how to dress her age. Like right now she's wearing a white low cut blouse, which is skin tight on her. She's obviously not wearing a bra under her shirt (she's a 36 C, you can tell when she's not wearing a bra). She's also wearing a very short skirt.
I quickly averted my eyes so that I didn't have to see mom so scantily clad. "I just got in, like a second ago." I said as I was walking up the stairs.
"Emmett, do you have anything planned this Friday?" mom asked expectantly.
I stopped on the stairs, turned around and walked back down. "Isn't this Friday Halloween?" I asked.
"Yes and you know I have to work that day and Mr. & Mrs. Halderson wanted to know if you could babysit their twin boys, Trevor and Taylor."
Yeah, I can babysit them, but would I have to take them trick or treating."
"Of course you'd have to take them trick or treating. You can't babysit 7 year olds on Halloween and not take them trick or treating." Mom said,like that was obvious.
"What are they dressing up as."
"Trevor is going as a cowboy and Taylor is going as a ballerina." Mom said that; completely unfazed, like it was no big deal that Taylor was going as a ballerina for Halloween.
Well, I'm shocked that Mr. & Mrs. Halderson would allow Taylor to wear that costume, but I'm not surprised that taylor would choose that costume. Trevor and Taylor are faternal twins, so you can easily tell them apart, also Tayloy has longer hair that trevor. Taylor's also kind or effiminate acting (but he's 6 years old so you can't be to sure.) They're both as cute as a button with their curly brown hair and big blue eyes. It's really cute how Trevor is really protective of Taylor. Since Taylore is shy Trevor, more often then not, talks for him. Taylor actually tells Trevor what he wants to say and then Trevor says it for him.
"I can't believe that Mr. & Mrs. Halderson would allow Taylor to wear a ballerina costume for Halloween." I commented.
"Well, I'm glad you're able to help them out. I'm just surprised that Adam's not throwing a Halloween Party like he did last year and the year before." Mom said nonchalantly and then walked off.
Oh my God, I completely forgot, tomorrow is Adam's Halloween Party!
To Be Continued...