Muriel has had her life sculpted and figured out by her well-renowned defense attorney father since she was a child. His Moto: Head down, do your schoolwork, be the best, and always do the right thing.
But what happens when she catches her father wi...
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Age 17 Oliver age 16
"Okay, you ready, Ty?" I ask watching the young boy dressed in a Batman costume leap from the floral couch and land perfectly onto the carpeted floor with a karate chop.
"Ready!" Ty loads his blaster with a clip of preloaded nerf darts as if he's an actual professional.
I fumble with the nerf bullets but finally get mine inside, "I'll start on the top floor and you start here." I say smiling as his imagination takes over and he starts aiming the gun around slowly doing a sweep of the house for the 'bad guys'.
"Copy that, Red." He says heading down the hallway towards the kitchen. I giggle at how adorable he is and jog upstairs to the second floor.
My favorite game of hide-and-seek isn't cool anymore, so the ten-year-old has added blasters and super hero costumes. I'm currently dressed in green tights and Ollie's old Peter Pan tunic we dug out from the costume bin, in an attempt to look like Poison Ivy. The ten-year-old was very persistent I had to be the character based only on my red hair. Who am I to deny the cutest kid what he wants?
Everyone is outside enjoying one of the last summer days before September brings the beautiful rain. Everyone accept for me and Ty..and Ollie. Ollie snuck out last night and hasn't been back yet, so I'm staying busy until he comes back with Ty in hopes he does return soon.
Ollie's been on a rebel streak. He's snuck out nearly every night this summer inviting me every time to come with him, but each time I give him the same answer.
Jane and George have grounded him but he's keeping on with his bad behavior like it doesn't matter. I even smelled cigarette smoke on him yesterday.
Our parents figure it's a boy thing and has warned us to not let him or his friend's peer pressure us into anything, which I don't have a problem with. I don't like to be in trouble and I don't like to break the rules.
Playing this make-believe game with Ty is so much better than whatever Ollie is up to.
I stop dead in my tracks before the last flight of stairs for the top floor and backtrack quietly when I hear voices behind Ollie's bedroom door.
Specifically, his voice and a girl's voice.
I hold the blaster to my chest and lean closer to the door, hearing the girl giggling and then gasping.
What the heck?
Curiosity overwhelms me so I press my hot ear against the door and listen in hard.
The girl giggles again and Ollie mutters something I can't hear, they are being extra quiet. And I'm sure it's because Ollie isn't allowed to have girls in his room with the door closed.
I hear another gasp followed instantly by a pleased groan, the sound brings the blood right up to my face and my chest.
