367 Zeke’s Media Day 1 (1/2)

After Friday's practice, besides showering and eating dinner, Mrs. Atkins assigned us chores.

”On a Friday night??” Dave groaned.

”I should be going on a date...not cleaning.” Kyle moped.

”Can you even go on a date? Aren't Marie's parents still mad?” Noah pointed out.

”That's not the point.” Kyle huffed. ”I just don't want to start the weekend off by cleaning.”

”I won't let my boys look like slobs.” Mrs. Atkins had her hands on her hips. ”If you boys want to have some fun this weekend, I'll need your help to make sure this house is presentable to all the guests for tomorrow.”

”Shouldn't this be Zeke's responsibility?” Dave asked, not giving up without a fight. ”It's his day.”

”Are you giving your mom a hard time?” Mr. Atkins asked as he walked out of his office with Zeke right behind him. ”If she's asking you to do something, you do it.”

”Yes, Dad.” All three boys chorused reluctantly.

”Everyone is responsible for their rooms.” Mrs. Atkins started instructing us. ”Make sure all dirty laundry is in baskets and clean laundry put away. Vacuum. Dust. Tomorrow morning, I shouldn't have to remind you boys to make your beds. I'll clean the kitchen and your dad will do the living and dining rooms, but one of you need to be responsible for vacuuming.”

”I call vacuuming!” Dave shouted.

”No fair! That's the easiest job!” Kyle glared.

”I'm injured though. I don't want to stunt the growth of my nail.” Dave flaunted his wrapped up finger.

”Dave has a point. He gets the vacuum.” Mrs. Atkins said.

”Awe Mom...” Kyle groaned.

”You can do the room and I'll do the bathroom.” Zeke suggested.

Kyle sighed. ”Okay, fine.”

With the tasks officially assigned, we spent the evening cleaning.

Saturday morning, Mr. Atkins woke us up early enough to have breakfast before sending us back up stairs to change into the planned outfits. Mrs. Atkins wanted us to wear the Stanford University Baseball shirts she had bought for all five of us. Her and Mr. Atkins coordinated as well, choosing to wear Stanford University shirts that they had ordered beforehand.

We came downstairs in our matching shirts, and found Mrs. Atkins waiting for us with a comb in hand. She lifted a bottle hairspray. ”Okay, lets make you all presentable now.”

”Mommm.” The twins groaned.

Zeke didnt fight it. He even bent his knees so his mom could reach his head. She smiled warmly, sprayed his hair, then started to brush it down. With a few complaints, she did all their hair the same way. They had blonde, straight hair so it was just a matter of brushing the hairspray across the bed head.

She got to me. ”Do you mind, Jake?”