![]() ![]() I could hold him down and you can give him a wedgie!” “No, I’m not getting in trouble for wasting all our eggs. “Ooh! We could run in and pelt him with eggs!” “Now you're speaking my language!” Lewie and Beast ran back outside and sat down outside Ethan's room. “.or we could go get some sweet revenge on him for snapping at us?” “We could go talk to him about it like the mature men we are.” Lewie suggested. We weren’t even doing anything wrong! Were we?” They thought for a minute. “Yeah what was up with that? He never snaps at us like that. “But ethan is all the way in the house, and the house is guarded by the sun. “We could go see if Ethan wants to do something.” “Nothing, it’s too hot to move.” Beast moaned. They were hiding from the sun in the shade underneath their slide. I’m sure Harley and her many broken inventions would agree,” he finally managed to pry his guitar away from the four grubby hands, “now get out!” The boys hung their heads and slowly sulked out of the room, as they were heading outside to play, they could already hear music coming from Ethans room.Īfter about a half hour of playing outside, Lewie and Beast were too tired and hit to keep going. “The only thing you’re professional at is destruction. “No were not! We happen to professional musicians!” Lewie said. “Aaahhh, that sounds terrible! Put it down,you’re going to break it!” Ethan grabbed for the guitar but his brothers pulled it back. “Yeah! How does this sound?” Beast asked before scratching his sharp nails across the strings making the worst sound Ethan had ever heard from his most prized possession. “Oh hey Ethan!” Lewie said not even noticing his brother's anger, “we teaching ourselves how to play!” “What are you little gremlins doing with my guitar!” Ethan asked, visibly angry. They clearly had no idea what they were doing, just messing with the strings. He figured his younger brothers, Beast and Lewie would be playing outside but instead they were sitting on his bed playing his guitar, or more accurately playing with his guitar. He went to his room but to his dismay, it wasn’t empty. He figured he deserved it seeing how hot it was even in the house. “No siblings, plus no parents equals Ethan getting the last of the leftover ice cream!” He said to himself with a grin while getting some ice cream in a bowl for himself. Before he left the kitchen, he stopped at the freezer. He got no answer, “they must be at the store or something,” he figured. He walked home from school in the blistering heat and when he got inside he immediately ran to the fridge to grab a nice cold water. They’d probably be outside playing anyway. That just left his brothers at home but he was sure they wouldn’t mind. His youngest sister was on a playdate and his others all had after school activities. Thankfully, most of his siblings would be out of the house today and couldn’t complain about him playing too loud. ![]() He was exhausted, sweaty, and wanted nothing more than to lay on his bed and play his guitar, the most relaxing activity he could think of. Four tests to take, three essays to turn in, and too many laps to run in gym class in what felt like 100° heat. It had been a long day for Ethan Diaz with a capital L. ![]()
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