What Event?

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by i00lj3k

by i00lj3k

8:25pm- Home

   It had started raining not to long after we got to the house. Ashton was dropped off 15 minutes after 6 which temporarily revoked his fathers privileges. You're never to old for discipline. I cooked tamales with a side of pozole. 2 famous Mexican dishes that I always fixed best.
"So before we even got to the car, one of the warners tried to talk to you?"
"That's literally what I just said."
"Why the hell would you do that?! You're insane!"
"What did you want me to do?! Act like everything was peachy?!"
"Thats exactlty what you do! This could've been your big break!"
   "I'm wealthy enough already! Isn't that right Ash?"
"YEAH!" He hollered, pumping his fist into the air. "Do you even know how important this is?"
   "Do you know how obnoxious you're being." I rolled my eyes. I ate another mouthful full, looking back towards the screen.
"Are you still going to the event tomorrow?"
"What event?" I questioned, setting down my bowl. I didn't have any events in my calendar so hearing that phrase was odd.
   "The met gala tomorrow. Everybody is going!"
   "Including snag tooth Mia." Anthony huffed, crossing his arms. "And Mrs.Gray."
"Well shit. What even is the theme?"
"Eras! You can dress up representing any era."
   "Me and Cleo decided wear dresses the resemble the post classical era." Isabella gleamed.
   "And I'm wearing sort of civil war clothes."
   "Okay. Than I guess I'll just do the civil war."
   "You can't do the civil war! I called it!" Anthony objected. "You can do the Middle Ages."
"Definitely not!" I hissed. "I'll just do the medieval era. I already have clothes for it." I shrugged. I stood from the couch, taking everyone's plates to the kitchen. Ashton followed close behind me along with Pluto who crashed around knocking over a few plants. I scraped the scraps into his food bowl before putting the dishes in the dish washer. "Time for bed Ash."
"But mama, Anthony is here!"
"No exceptions. We have a lot to do tomorrow so you go upstairs and go to bed."
"Yes mama." He pouted. "I love you bubs." I held his hands in mine, planting a soft kiss on his forehead.
"I love you mama.!" He smiled widely, making his eyes squint along with it. We hugged for a quick second before her rushed up the stairs to his room. Pluto followed along as he always had, ready to pounce and tussle in the queen sized bed.
As I walked back into the living room, loud singing played from the tv. Cleo had managed to find out how to work the "expensive" remote and put it on YouTube. "Come on! Dance with us Cora! Don't be a woos!" Cleo insulted.
"I'll pass." I laughed. "I'm gonna head to bed. Don't make to much noise."
"Pfft! As if! You won't hear a thing!"