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Part 2 Brad quickly calmed down and set to work matching and folding each outfit. He paused to listen and he was sure he heard the shower go on Brad gathered all the clothes and headed upstairs. His first stop was to Chris’s bedroom. He had no qualms about entering without permission. He was in charge now and he could go where he wanted. He certainly wouldn’t be knocking on any doors. Entering the small bedroom Brad looked around. He was not at all happy with what he saw. This room was boring and bland and far too grownup. It didn’t reflect Chris’s personality or stage of development at all. Well they would have to change that, hopefully quickly. Not wanting to waste time he walked right over to the nearby dresser and quickly filled it with Chris’s new clothing. Brad then decided that now was a great chance to move things forward just a bit. He went to the bathroom door where he could hear the shower still running. Without knocking he walked right in “hey bud” he called out “doing okay in there?” Brad almost laughed out loud as he heard Chris splutter and even though no part of the boy was visibly he could picture him hunching over and covering g his privates “I… what are you doing, why are you in here” Chris asked in panic. As if it was totally normal Brad simply stated “I’m here to get your dirty clothes and anyway I wanted to check on you. I’ve been calling your name but you couldn’t hear me though the door. From now on I think we should probably just leave doors open so we can hear each other okay buddy?” “What?” Chris called out in confusion “I… fine whatever, can you just go” he said in exasperation “Sure bud, I’ll see you downstairs” Brad said as he gathered Chris’s discarded clothing. He then left the room making sure to leave the door ajar. Brad smiled as he made his way downstairs. He went into the kitchen and immediately threw all of Chris’s dirty clothes away. Chris had so many nice new things now that he didn’t need his fake big boy clothes anymore. Brad then went back to the sofa to wait for his little guy. Chris let out a long breath as he turned off the shower. This summer was not going as he had planned. He thought he would get freedom and the whole house to himself but it seemed like he actually got an uninvited roommate on a power trip. Chris didn’t know why he was surprised, his patents didn’t trust him. He had had to fight them tooth and nail to allow him to live away at college and even then they had insisted he stay local “just in case”. They were always saying that “we don’t want you driving just in case” or “ we’d rather take you shopping just in case” the list of things he wasn’t allowed to do even at his age was long and even though his parents denied it, Chris whole heartedly believed it was at least partially due to his size. Being small seemed to affect every aspect of his life from how he was treated to the clothes he could wear and he knew that the fact that he could be distracted and accident prone didn’t help either. It wasn’t even just his parents, everyone seemed to treat Chris like he was years younger than his actual age and now his parents had left and instead of leaving him in charge they had called the kid next door, a kid who was 3 years younger than him. Chris steeled himself, he was the adult here and he would prove that. He would find a way to prove that he could be trusted. With that thought Chris wrapped a towel around himself and headed to his room. Once inside he closed the door and dropped his towel only to hear Brad call up in a calm clear voice “Christopher, what did we just say about closed doors”. Chris scowled, was glad that Brad had called out instead of coming up the stairs, not only because he was naked but also because the spasm of frustration and foot he stomped did not make him look very grownup at all. Regaining his composure Chris went back to his door and yanked it open. He was rewarded with an immediate “thank you” from the first floor and he had to fight down the response he longed to yell out. Instead he stayed silent and turned to the pile of folded clothes on his bed. He couldn’t help but grimace as he looked at the outfit Brad had chosen for him. He looked at the smiling picture of SpongeBob on the shirt and he wanted to rip it up or burn it. It was clear that this outfit was in fact made for an 8 year old or someone even younger. The fact it would fit him and would maybe even be big was such an embarrassment he couldn’t even think about it. With a final sigh of resignation Chris picked up the cars underwear and leaned against his bed so he could pull the juvenile underwear into place. Refusing to acknowledge that the underwear was the perfect size, Chris quickly grabbed the lime green shorts and pulled them on. The fact that these were hand me downs from an 8 year old and the shorts fell past his knees wasn’t lost on Chris as he pulled on the matching t-shirt. Sadly Chris realized that Brad was right there was plenty of room for him to grow into these clothes, not that he would be growing anymore. Once again sighing in frustration Chris looked around. He realized that Brad hadn’t given him any socks. With that thought in mind he headed down stairs happy to at least be able to take control of something and point out a mistake Brad made for once. As Chris bounded down the steps Brad was once again unable to keep the smile off his face. Chris looked every bit the perfect little boy “hey there bud, slow down” Brad said getting to his feet” Chris pulled up short at the bottom of the stairs “umm hi” he said in a nervous tone “you forgot to give me socks” Brad looked at the tiny boy who still had water dripping from his hair and paused. He held up a finger to indicate that he would be right back. Confused and unsure of what was happening Chris just did as he was told and waited. He didn’t have to wait long, Brad returned momentarily holding a fluffy towel which he promptly dropped onto Chris’s head and started to rub vigorously “I think you brought half the shower down with you kiddo, you really need to do a better job drying off” Chris squirmed trying to shrug the towel away “hey get off” came his muffled reply Brad chuckled and pulled the damp towel away “there much better, now what were you saying buddy” Exasperated Chris said “socks, I need socks, you didn’t give me any” Brad eyed his boy sternly “watched the tone please buddy” he warned “that isn’t how we speak to our friends” as he spoke he looked Chris right in the eyes and refused to break eye contact” Feeling the challenge Chris looked away first “fine sorry” he mumbled Brad nodded “that’s a good boy and you’re right I totally forgot, last summer Max went through this phase where he just refused to wear socks” Chris stared at Brad trying to figure out what he was talking about and how this effected him. Interpreting Chris’s look of confusion Brad continued “don’t worry he wears socks now but he spent pretty much the whole summer barefoot so I guess you will too” he said with a shrug “What! No…I can’t” Chris said in disbelief “I.. I need socks” he finished lamely “No really” Brad said casually “it’s summer, it’s not like you’ll be cold. Plenty of little boys don’t ever wear shoes or socks, like I said Max didn't all summer” “But I’m not some little kid” Chris snapped “and I want to wear socks” he said unable to keep the whine out of his voice. Brad rolled his eyes “well true I guess you’re not technically a little boy but you are kind of dressed like one, anyway, it’s not like you have a job or anything to dress up for and since I’m the one stuck doing all the laundry this will actually save me a lot of work so no socks end of discussion” Brad said with a note of finality in his voice Chris didn’t know what to do or say “I… but I can’t just stay barefoot all the time, what about when I go out” he asked with a note of defiance Brad smiled “oh it’s fine buddy, I put Max’s old summer shoes right by the door” he pointed to the hallway where he had placed a tiny pair of flip flops and a small pair a Cars themed clogs “see buddy those are all yours now. No need for socks and you can just slip them on if we go anywhere but from now on, let’s just say, no shoes in the house. We can avoid messes that way since we need to do all the cleaning” Feeling totally trapped Chris seemed to tense “fine, whatever” he mumbled. Brad put a calm but firm hand on Chris’s shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze “that seemed to be your favorite thing to say buddy but it’s kind of disrespectful, can you think of a better way to say it” he encouraged. When Brad didn’t release him, Chris knew he had no choice but to answer if he wanted this to be over. He took a deep breath “I… sorry, I understand, no shoes or socks in the house” Brad nodded “that’s a good boy and I guess the rule is technically no shoes in the house, no socks at all but you get the gist” Chris looked like he wanted to say something angry instead shrugged off Brad’s hand, averted his eyes and looked down. Noticing something his head snapped back up “hey you’re wearing shoes and socks in the house” he said in an accusatory tone. Brad looked right into Chris’s eyes and firmly stated “well I have plenty of socks and you and your parents have all said that you are pretty accident prone” he let his words hang in the air until he got a nod. “since I think we both know that I’m going to be the one doing most of the cleaning I think the no shoes in the house rule only applies to you so does the open door rule” When Chris looked like he wanted to protest Brad held up a hand “look buddy, I just want to keep you safe, safety is my biggest priority and I think that since we are going to be living together all summer, we are just going to have to accept that there are going to be times, maybe lots of times where we have different rules because we need different things. Does that make sense?” Brad finished gently “Fine, whatever” Chris mumbled “Christopher what did we just talk about” Brad admonished “care to try that again little guy” Chris looked embarrassed “oh ah sorry… yes I won’t wear shoes in the house and it makes sense that we might have different rules sometimes I guess” Brad smiled “good boy, now do you think that maybe we should have a talk about rules and expectations since we are going to be roomies all summer” Chris didn’t like this, he was feeling all trapped again but recognizing that he had no choice, he nodded “fi…sure” he corrected himself then sat back. Waiting for Brad to begin. -
By Little Giammy · Posted
Andrew slept in the crib although his sleep was a little troubled, he didn't remember what he was dreaming but it wasn't a good dream. During the sleeping he hugged Dany Doggie, and started to cry in the sleep. -
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Great work as always but can we have a cute and fluffy chapter, no horror just fluff sometime soon
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