Chad De Guzman is a 17-year-old Filipino guy living in the Philippines with his mother. He's the captain of a volleyball team in his school, and is a traveler. Though he's funny, quirky, go-with-the-flow guy, he's pretty emotional when it comes to h...
Author's Note: Hello everyone! Here's the chapter six of "My American Stepbrother" and I hope you all like it. Sorry if I published this late, and sorry that this is a short chapter. Right now, I'm sick and taking medicines but the flu is really making my body weak. I may need a lot of rest so I can heal faster. My body is always tired.
Anyways, I'm glad I was able to write and publish this chapter today. I promised you all that I'd give it to you this weekend, so here it is. Thanks so much! I'm going to sleep now lol.
Thanks, Mike
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To say I'm not surprised when I see my step-brother seated on the table next to my mother would be an understatement. Isaiah has a smug grin tugged on his lips as my mom talks to him about how festivities work in the Philippines while Bill casually takes a sip of his brown and creamy coffee. Isaiah is already dressed, and we still have an hour and a half before the school starts.
Mom has prepared fried rice, eggs, meat loafs, and fried milkfish. I know for a fact that this isn't a regular American breakfast, and I'm basing this on movies I've seen, but Bill and Isaiah are adjusting pretty well, and my mom has been happier ever since.
Bill motions for me to take a seat, and mom ushers me to sit beside Isaiah, who in turns greets me good morning. I say it back, finding it weird that we're really in speaking terms. Despite the weirdness I feel, I begin putting food on my plate while greeting Bill and mom a good morning. I can feel Isaiah's eyes on me, but I choose to ignore it and focus on the food that's' in front of me. Mothers are the best cooks out there, and my mom makes fried rice the best. It has some corn kernels, thinly sliced hotdogs, and small strips of bacon. She knows this is my favorite breakfast, and I call it the ultimate breakfast, because it's really the best.
"What time did you wake up?" I ask Isaiah while shoving a spoonful of rice in my mouth.
He looks at me and grins. "I woke up around 5 am. Never thought I would be able to do that, but life keeps surprising me, I guess." Bill rolls his eyes at that statement.
"Because you always feel like it's a crime to wake up early to fulfill duties," Bill mutters as he takes another sip of his coffee. Mom chuckles and shakes her head in amusement, looking lovingly at the people in front of her.
"I'm a growing boy, and I'm evolving," Isaiah responds as he lets out a chuckle. "Plus, I promised someone I would give him a ride to school today this early. Don't want to disappoint him." He turns to look at me and I just let out a huge smile, unable to say anything as there's still food inside my mouth.
We continue to eat for about 30 minutes, because we all want to take time as we eat. By then, we're already full. Bill does the dishes, even though he's wearing a suit for work, while Isaiah and I are grabbing our backpacks upstairs. We meet up at the garage where his old grey SUV is parked. I climb in the passenger seat and Isaiah hops in the driver seat, immediately turning on the radio as the SUV roars to life. He backs away from the garage and in a minute, we're already on the road, with Something Just Like This by The Chainsmokers playing in the background.
