Chapter name is a lyric from "If I Could Ride A Bike" by Park Bird & Chevy
TWs for the chapter: Brief violence
Later chapter OC's: Erika (NoodleNotFound, referred to as Aphrodite), Aster (CantThinkOfUserRN, referred to as Astraeus)
Chapter Three: If I Could Ride A Bike
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Rain poured outside.
Tommy liked the rain. It was soothing and relaxing. It freshened up the whole world and washed away Tommy’s anguish.
It was also the perfect weather to read Greek Mythology at dawn, curled up in his blankets, his family asleep and all peaceful. The only sounds were Tommy’s breathing, pages turning, the faint skittering of his pet spider Shroud and the pattering rain.
Thump thump thump
“Toms! It’s six! Are you reading Greek myths again?!”
The door slammed open. His brother Wilbur barged in, brown hair brushed and fluffy, wearing a light brown sweatshirt and a collared white shirt underneath. He marched over to Tommy and yanked his blanket off. Tommy’s brother smelled like cologne.
Tommy wrinkled his nose. “Will! Why’d you do that?! And why do you smell like ass in the fish market?”
“So you’re awake,” Wilbur commented smugly, purposefully ignoring Tommy's comment. “You should be ready! In the kitchen, ASAP!”
Tommy stared at him with a look of blank bewilderment.
“Did you seriously forget? Father’s taking us to Las Nevadas today! He has an important meeting with Mister Quackity!”
Tommy jumped up with a shout, startling Shroud. He cussed loudly, looking down at his LOVEJOY band tee-shirt.
"Dude, you like LOVEJOY?"
“Get outta my room!”
Wilbur laughed as he rushed out of the room.
Tommy jumped around the room, hyperactive. He grabbed a “main character” red-and-white long sleeve and some dark trousers. Still spewing profanities, he rushed down the hall into the bathroom, where he brushed his teeth in the shower.
Tommy ran out of the bathroom, attempting to run down the stairs, but rounded too early and banged his hip savagely against the bannister support.
He shouted many unrepeatable words.
“Tommy! Excuse your language,” Phil called from downstairs. “And get your crusty buttocks down here!”
“Sorry, Dad!” Tommy shouted, skipping steps down. He muttered even more curses under his breath.
Skidding into the kitchen, he saw Phil pacing anxiously, muttering and adjusting his tie, shirt, jacket, and every article of clothing nonstop. Wilbur was packing his guitar into a case for after the trip. He sighed dramatically and pretended to wipe an invisible tear away; “Oh, goodbye, beautiful Simone; However shall I bear without thou?”
Tommy cringed. “It’s only two weeks, quit being such a theatre kid.”
Wilbur glared at him. Tommy rolled his eyes again.
“Yeah, keep rolling your eyes. Who knows, you might see a brain!”
Tommy decided to ignore the comment as he went to grab himself a bag of crisps and Prime mixed with Coca-Cola. Wilbur grimaced. “Toms, why? Why would you mix those?”
“Tastes good.”
“Yeah, well it looks like sh-”
“Boys!” Phil scolded. “Tommy! Get your jacket on!”
Tommy paused, finally noticing the brown trench coat draped over Wilbur’s shoulders. He cursed again, nearly spilling his energy drink in a hurry to shrug on a maroon-red hood jacket. Wilbur scoffed, smirking as he watched his brother struggle.
Phil pushed them out the door, ushering the boys into the backseat of their car, immediately climbing in himself and stepping on the gas.
They didn’t dip below seventy-five the whole hour to Nevadas.
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