Today I chose the prompt, A Fist Fight.
I have a younger brother named Justin. He is now 25. We're going to travel back in time to when I am 16 and he is 14. I am spending a few weeks at my grandparents house, which is usually what I do in the summer. Justing lives with my grandparents. My cousin, Danielle, is with me. We were pretty much joined at the hip when I was with my grandparents.
My brother had a HUGE bedroom. Since I was only there for short visits, I had a tiny room. My brother had a TV and a stereo and a DVD player and was just a short walk through the living room and into the kitchen, so my cousin and I used to camp out in his room and use his stuff.
One night after a trip to blockbuster, we arrived ready to stake our claim on his territory, armed with popcorn, Twizzler's and other junk crap and a few movies ready for the watching. Justin looked through our movies, making stupid comments. Danielle headed into the kitchen to use the microwave and make our popcorn so we could begin our junk fest. Justin kept making stupid comments about our movie choices. This is when I made the decision to kick him in the shin. He kicked me in the shin. I kicked him the the shin. He kicked me in the shin. I punched him in the thigh. He punched me in the shoulder. We were wrestling around on the floor when my cousin came in. She stepped over us and picked a movie, because this kind of thing was not abnormal. We were always punching or kicking each other in some way. What happened next was abnormal.
I picked up the bag of Twizzlers and hit him over the head with them, causing the seam to rip and Twizzlers to spill out onto the blanket that Danielle and I had set up for our junk fest. I opened my mouth to shout a victorious "HAHA!" because the Twizzler spill should signify my win. I guess Justin didn't get the memo, because he grabbed a Twizzler and stabbed me in the throat with it. And I'm not talking the neck. He actually managed to get it into my mouth and stab me in the back of the throat with the Twizzler. I gagged. We all stopped, Danielle mid popcorn to mouth. I tasted a little blood. Then I slapped Justin in the face, called him an a-hole and all was normal again.
We watched movies and ate junk like nothing ever happened. Good times.
4 comments:
You made me laugh out loud, very loudly! Loved your story. I shall never see Twizzlers the same from now on.
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I agree!! I shall never look at another twizzler again without thinking of this story and laughing!! It makes me miss my cousins b/c this is the kind of stuff we always did together as well. I always miss them the most around the holidays.... sniff sniff.
Ok 1. You are an amazing writer! Thanks for commenting on my blog. I was like "yo I need to check this chick out" and here I am laughing my butt off at WORK!!!
2. I'm with you... Opend-faced toys is just not cool. I mean in the store it rocks cause I can play with it and see if she likes it, but I wish there was an option to close it or something cause I swear some of these are gonna get punctures in it before Christmas morning.
Merry Christmas mama!
Oh my! My son is asking me to read to him what is making me laugh so hard, but I can't read it aloud because it's too funny!! Thanks so much for sharing!
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