American girl [H.S.]

Chapter 61 - Come poop with me?

February 7, 2009

"Emma!" I heard Harry yell from the living room while I was in the kitchen with Anne.

"Maybe if I say nothing he'll think I left." I whispered, making Anne laugh at my comment.

"Emma! I know you're hear!" He yelled again and I threw my head back with a groan.

"Why is your son so needy?" I said, shaking my head.

"I couldn't tell you." She shrugged and I huffed, getting up from my seat and walking over to Harry.

"Yes, Harold?" I asked.

"Could you come poop with me?" He asked and I gave him a 'what the fuck' look in response.

"Come...poop with you?" I reiterated.

"Yeah." He said, a shy smile on his face.

I pursed my lips, thinking for a moment before shrugging.

"Sure."

"Okay." He said and I followed him upstairs.

"I'm just going to sit in the bath then." I said and he nodded.

I laid down in the bathtub while Harry got situated on the toilet.

We sat in silence for a while before Harry finally spoke, "Sorry if it smells bad."

"Actually, it's not even that bad." I replied and he smiled.

"Why thank you."

"Can you sing to me?" I asked after a few seconds.

"Um...sure. What song?" He asks.

"Hmm.. free fallin." I replied and he nods.

"She's a good girl... loves her mama.. loves Jesus and America too.."

"True that." I nodded , hyping him up while he laughed and continued to sing.

"She's a good girl.. crazy bout Elvis."

"Love my man Elvis."

"Loves horses and her boyfriend too.. and it's a long day living in reseda.. there's a freeway running through the yard... and I'm a bad boy.."