“Dad, what are you doing?” laughed 15 year old Baylee Littrell. He had walked in on his father dancing in the living room. Really, he thought he was pretty good. “Oh, nothing” his dad smiled and turned off the music. “You and that no good brother of your ready for the sleep over?” he asked, pulling out the Cd from the player and hiding it away. This of course did not escape his son, who stared as he pulled out a Code Red mountain dew from the refrigerator in the kitchen. “Well, were packed if that’s what you mean.” “You sound worried. What’s on your mind?” The young boy sighed. “I don’t know dad. I guess its just cuz I’m the oldest” “Hey, Your uncle’s and I are going to be there. Not that that offers much consolation” they both laughed. “No. I mean out of the kids. Out of the eight of us, I’m the oldest and I feel like, well I know that the guys look up to me. You know?” Brian nodded. “You talk to your uncle Kevin about that. He understands better then I do. When your uncles and I would get together, he was a wreck!” He laughed, thinking to times past. “I wish I had been old enough to really remember what it was like to see you guys dancing up on stage, but I guess I should be thankful. Timmy has less memories then I do.” They both sighed, Baylee wishing he could see his dad singing, Brian wishing the group were still together. He tried to think back on the reason they had broken up in the first place. Oh, well, no time now. They had to get over to Nick’s. Wait… was this really a wise idea? :}
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