Hate At First (Grown Ups/Greg Feder)

The Lake House ✅

Dylan POV

We pulled up to the lake house, all racing for a spot. It was beautiful when we got out and looked at the view. Everyone was making jokes and just laughing around. I was happy to see all the smiles people had upon their face.

We walked to the front door hearing some buzzing noise. "Daddy, what is that machine doing?" Becky asked.

She is so cute!

It was a moth killer.

"It's getting rid of the moths honey." Mr. Feder told her, trying to gently tell her it was killing them.

"Where is it taking them?"

"Hell." My dad said walking around them.

"Dad, stop." I told him.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Not hell, Mexico."

Then everyone was yelling about electrocuting and stuff. It's hard to believe that someone as old as Donna and Charlotte didn't know what the machine was doing to the small insects.  Soon, Mr. Feder just unplugged the machine.

"See, look at this guy, "he said throwing up the moth, it fell down, "It's still sleeping."

"It's dead dad." Greg said. His mother pitches him.

Yes, he knows. But you don't say that. He's trying to show Becky that the machine's not killing the moths.

I so badly wanted to say that, but I didn't. It wasn't my place and I definitely didn't want his attention on me more than it already was.

*******

After the whole moth thing, we all went inside and sorted out which room we were all going to get. All the kids got the master room. It made me slightly nervous because I didn't know any of them, besides the small talk I had with Charlotte and Donna.

Greg knocked on the back of the TV, "Hey dad. What's the big box attached to the back of the TV?"

"That's the rest of the TV Greg." I said quietly, but it seemed everyone heard it. Greg looked at me, almost embarrassed, and had a small frown on his face.

"That is some stone age shiznet." Keithie said.

"Yeah, that's whack."

I walked over to the window. This was the place I wanted to sleep. Becky got one side and I got the other.

The boys were playing some video game when Mr. Feder came and got his kids. Not two minutes later did my dad come get me.

"We're going hiking in the woods."

****

"Hey Greg, when we were kids your dad use to talk us into doing the craziest stuff." Mr. McKenzie said, "I remember we got our shower curtains, put them in shopping carts and went shopping cart sailing."

"Wait. How did you steer?" Andre asked.

"We didn't." Mr. Lamonsoff said.

"How did you stop?" I asked them.

"You just smashed into something. That was the fun part."

"And we use to shoot bottle rockets at each other. You always want to go for the guys face so you can blind them." My dad said.

"That's a little much pal."

"No, I know. You know what? Kids don't do that. Erase, reboot." Dad said doing some weird sound.

"Look kids! Let's build a tree house. I'll get you started." Mr. Feder said.

"Rob lived in one of those for a year."

"Why?"

"My dad took away my roller skates." Said Rob.

"Uh oh, Vietnam flashback."

My dad is so weird. But I do have to admit, I let out a small laugh at the comment.

******

So in the end, Mr. Lamonsoff landed on a bird when he got on a rope and fell. Mr. Feder went to get a shoe box for the bird.

I went towards the bird and picked it up softly, making sure not to hurt it, as we walked back to the house.

"You like animals?" I heard someone ask.

It was Greg.

I don't really like him. He's a snotty nose brat who gets everything handed down to him.

"Yeah." I said and continued walking. Trying my best not to fall and hurt myself. Or look at him to much.

"What's your favorite?"

"Monkeys."

"That's cool. I like snakes."

"Okay.'' What else was I supposed to say. I didn't want to be having a conversation anyway. I like being alone, it's easier that way.

I ran into the house and put the bird in the shoebox and went to the room. I sat at my window spot until it was time for all of us to make our way out to dinner.