"Mama eat poop. Daddy butt-head." I was greeted with my little brother's singing as I came down the stairs. He was galloping around on Zoe's hobby horse, singing at the top of his lungs. I looked around, and saw nobody. Come to think of it, the last person I saw was Ike, but he left the room right after we finished talking. I wonder where they are.
"Hey Mac, where is everyone?" I asked him. I guess my presence took him by suprise cause he fell over grabbing his heart. He's such a little drama king.
"Shame on you, you gave me my first heart attack at the age of 7." he said while pulling himself up. "But anyway, they all went out, but left me here cause I threw a fit."
"As usual." I added. Mackie liked to argue about everything with anyone who he could get a rise out of.
"Hey!" he said, and punched me in the arm. It didn't hurt, but I pretended it did for his sake. "But anyway, they want you to watch me."
"Oh great, I wanted to go over my gir...I mean friends house." That was a close one.
"You were gonna say girlfriend! Ooooh, Zacys got a girlfriend! Take me with!!!"
"Oh no you don't" How am I supposed to do anything fun with my little brother tagging along with me? That would defeat the whole purpose of going anywhere. My parents always seem to screw me. "Hey, why don't we go outside and play with my hacky-sack. You know how your always asking me to play with that." I asked him with my best 'fun' look. Actually, it was more of a pleading look, but who's counting.
He stood there scratching his chin, looking me up and down, as if he was trying to see if there was a catch in this somewhere. He reminded me a lot of Taylor when he did that. Finally he agreed with me, and we headed out the door.
"Hey Hanson boy, what's up? You feelin any better man?" she asked me
"Hey Bean. I guess I am. I'm not really doin anything but watching my brother." I said. Mac slowly let go of me and turned his head a bit to face her. I guess he's starting to realize that she's not going to rip his head off.
"Ooooooooh, you have a little brother? He's so cute!" she exclaimed while getting in his face and trying to tickle him under the chin. He got scared again, and hid his face. "What's your name little guy?" she asked. Mac just shook his head no, and didn't respond.
"Sorry dude, he's a little shy. His names Mac, and he's 7. Why don't you say hi to her kid?" I said.
"Hi..." he squeaked out rather quickly.
"Aww," she said. "you are such a little cutie! Zac, couldn't I watch him for you please? He'd be fine, I'm good with kids."
As soon as she said that, my face lit up. This was what I wanted. Who cares if he's scared of her? I get to visit Quaker with no little brother tagging along asking stupid questions. This is grand.
"Of course you can!" I said. Mac gripped my shirt with all his might, and I gave him an eerie smile.
"NO!!!!!!!" he screamed, and tried to kick me. Luckily I had my hand over his legs, holding them down or else the place where he was aiming, would of had me laying on the floor if he nailed it. I got his grip to lessen, and handed him over to Beano, who took him and ran to her car.
"What time should I have him back by?" she yelled to me. I looked at my watch. Hmm, 12:30 now.
"Um, how's 5?" I asked her. She nodded her head, and shoved him into the car. I only heard a small whimper out of him. They should have fun, Beano loves kids.
Quaker was off her nut. I don't think it was a very wise idea to give her the smack after all, cause she's sure as hell acting weird. Presently she is wearing a Batman mask and cape and standing at the top of the stairs yelling "FLY FATASS FLY!!!! MUHAHA" It's scarring me, but I guess she's happy.
Just then, I was looking out the window, and saw Beano go over to Zac who was holding a kid, them talk for a bit, and then Beano drive off with the kid. Zac i presently walking over to Quakers house. Oh no.
I knocked on the door, and Benji answered it. That must be why Beano was going over here in the first place. I looked around and saw Quaker standing at the top of the stairs. As soon as she saw me she yelled. "LOOK FATASS IT'S ZAC!!!!!!" and ran down the stairs jumping on me, and kissing me. This took me by suprise, and I stumbled backward a bit. I wonder what's up with her.
"Hey guys," I said. "What's up?"
"Nothing man, nothing." Benji said to me looking a little disgruntled. "I was just gonna take Quaker here to a real club. Do you wanna come with?"
I thought about this for a bit. I should have enough time before Beano comes back with Mac. "Okay man, sound like fun, as long as we're back before 5."
"Alright man, that's cool." Benji said. We started walking to his car. Quaker was clinging off me like some huge barnacle. We entered the car, and we were off.
The line inched forward, and hat seemed like an eternity later, it was our turn.
"Do you kids have an id?" Mr.Scary-man asked us. Benji took one out of his pocket, a fake one at that, and then handed him a small bag which the bouncer quickly pocketed. He then gave Benji back his id.
"Those two are with me." Ben said to him. He nodded and waved us in. I decided not to question him on that one.
The room smelled heavily of alcohol, cigarette smoke, pot smoke, sweat, people, and a few other smells that I couldn't identify. All together, that was not a very good combination. I watched as Benji and Quaker jumped into the pit. To tell you the truth, I was a little bit scared of it, being the unliked celebrity that I am, so I went over to the side to the only chair that wasn't being occupied against the wall.
I sat down next to a dude. He was holding a stoke in one hand, and lightly hitting his other against hs knee in time to the music. He wore baggy Jnco jeans, a MxPx shirt, and even though it was very dark in the room, black tinted sunglasses. He saw me, and nodded his head in my direction as a greeting. I did the same thing back to him, and then focused my direction the ever-growing pit.
I looked just in time to see Benji being lifted on top of the crowd, and being pushed towards the stage. Man, that dude would do anything. I envied him for his bravness.
"Benji's insane man." the dude next to me leaned over and said. He had an accent that made me think that he was from somewhere around Idaho.
"Sure is," I replied. "You know him?"
He gave me a weird look, almost like a duh look. "Everybody knows Benji." he said matter-of-factly
"I guess so." I said back to him. I never realized how popular Benji was. Come to think about it, everyone at the party we went to last night knew him too. Huh, I guess he gets around.
"The names Shane." he said to me while holding out his hand.
I took it, and shook. "I'm Zac." I replied introducing myself.
"Hanson right?" he asked. Gee how did he know? "My sister Billie is a huge fan." he said. Almost as if reading my mind.
"Oh, that's cool." I said. My mine instantly wandered to thinking if he was a fan or not, but hen I decided against it. Why would he be a punk club if he was a Hanson fan?
"Face down in the gutter won't admit defeat though his clothes are soiled and black. He's a big strong man with a child's heart, don't ya take his booze away. Oi Oi Oi!!!!" the Dropkicks wailed on-stage. When they got to the part about the tough ass pot smokers, the audience went wild and threw themselves at the stage. This was a great atmosphere.
Shane tapped me on the arm and held out his stoke to me. I nodded to thank him, and took a hit. I then handed it back to him, but he declined and pushed it towards me.
"Thanks man." I said while finishing it. Soon enough the two of us were high out of our minds, and jumped into the pit to mosh with the rest of the punks.