He was saddened that there would be no dinner quests tonight at the 'Pickles to Pies ' restaurant. The youth group was so looking forward to their special ‘campfire cook out’ meal, and now it was canceled. It would have been a lot of fun. “Just one little mistake,” Cookie mused to himself. Britney's failure to turn the water faucet off, triggered many unexpected events.
Slapping at his brother's hands that kept grabbing at the boxes Louis looked at his other brother. “You know how much dis boy eat? We lucky he not sending us for seconds in an hour.” “All I have to say is it's about Damn time Cajun,” Bo declared finally hurling him to the side where he tripped and fell to the ground, but at least he was away from the boxes. “Dey didn't have da doughnuts Bo – Bo,” Louis said calmly lying on the ground. Walking over to his brother he looked down at him like a child finding no presents under the tree at Christmas.
He saw the car business as the perfect profession to utilize his gifts that were so shamefully being wasted at his old job. Those first years of his being a car salesman, however, I almost never saw my dad. I would get up and be off to school before he awoke, and I would be asleep or at least in bed before he was able to drag his exhausted and overworked body in the front door and collapse in the bed. Often he would be unable to eat dinner until he slept for a couple hours. I can still remember a few times seeing him sitting on the couch at 2 o'clock in the morning in his pajamas eating cottage cheese and peaches and watching Headline News.
“Mmph, bruder, you make breakfast...” He mumbled sleepily. Although he wasn’t Gilbert -thank god- he wouldn’t mind breakfast related activities with Germany. Whip cream sounded nice, he always liked that on his pancakes, if he was lucky the german might enjoy being his pancakes! So it was with that though in mind, when Ludwig awoke form his dee... ... middle of paper ... ...d of night mind you!- Ludwig rolled his eyes. Russia took the chance to make his escape through the window, all but screeching when the gun went off next to his foot, just missing the window ledge, but nicking the bottom of his shoe.
Suddenly, he heard a loud crash upstairs in his parent’s bedroom. Now, if he had pets, he would have no reason for fear, and instead be very annoyed. But his family kept no pets, and because this was so, the noise caused him to freeze up in fear. His eyes widened, and he pushed his soup away and slipped off his chair, stumbling onto the floor, but making not even the slightest noise. He had practiced this when he wanted to sneak away from a busy dinner table filled with parent’s friend’s.
And in that dinner there would go the family. When Scrooge heard that he said, that Christmas as a humbug and that day would not exist. Fred insisted him but nothing made Scrooges decision changed. Finally Fred leave the office and go to his dinner very happy. Then he with his friends family and all of them started to insult Scrooge because he did not came to the dinner and when the ghost of Christmas present showed how was the dinner of Fred’s family started insulting him and after that he decided to change.
Malachy didn't bring home the wages like a good husband but he would leave his family waiting at home for their supper whilst he went down to the pubs and drank all the money. At time like these, Frank could see his mother was angry and upset and he hated his father when he did that to her. Malachy came home drunk so many times, Frank and his brothers knew exactly what was going on when he didn't come home at dinner time, they knew not to talk to him because he'd done the 'bad thing'. Frank constantly says that as he is the eldest son, he wanted to bring home the money his father never did and a number of times he thinks to himself that he wished he had a different dad. When Oliver dies, Frank gets very angry at his father for putti... ... middle of paper ... ...ound him.
vii. That night, Harry comes over again, making Louis squeal and bubble with happiness, because he wasnt sure if he was ever coming back after the toothpaste and screeching and the fact he couldn't stop staring and probably came off as some type of serial killer- Oh well. First impressions will be first impressions, Harry came back over and thats the important thing. They try tutoring again, but Louis gets frustrated by Harrys dimples and perfect teeth and the way his voice is so soothing and feels tears brim his eyes. Harry tells him its okay if he can't focus and closes the book for him, melting at Louis’ tears and wanting to wrap him up.
Louis grinned, “s’bit embarrassing coming in my pants, felt like I was sixteen again.” “Heey,” Harry pouted, and Louis leaned up and kissed it away, smiling against Harry's lips. “I wouldn't mind it happening again, though,” he whispered, pulling back to watch Harry smile even wider. “Me too.” (They quietly padded back to their room, hand in hand, silently crawling into Harry's bunk together. Louis pulled Harry tight into his chest, gently running his thumb over Harry's cheek. They kissed slow and languid, being soft with each other until they both fell asleep wrapped around each other.)
Butters’s heart is slamming in his slender chest, and he can taste bile beginning to form at the back of his throat. If he was going to vomit, he kind of wished it would just happen already, but dinner remained an uncomfortably heavy lump in his stomach that did the occasional flip-flop at the most inopportune times. His Mom had cooked meatloaf tonight --- Butters’s favorite --- but he was so nervous about the dance-off he had barely tasted it. Getting through the family meal had been downright agonizing. Butters supplied most of the conversation during dinnertime, taking his parents’ feigned interest for genuine encouragement as he chattered about school, about the dumb shows he watched on TV, about local news, about anything and everything.