Ed stared at his sleeping wife’s face. Wife… he could call her that now. They had been engaged for so long, he’d have to get used to it. Ed sighed, and walked out of the room. His son Timothy was doing his homework at the kitchen table. Ed booted up the ancient computer, and started typing to a random person. Timothy got up and started to walk out of the front door. “Where are you going?” Ed asked him. “Just getting a slice of cake. Why’d you ask?” Timothy said. “Just trying to keep an eye on you. You are grounded, after all.” “Dad, don’t remind me! My life is bad enough already!” Ed sighed. “Okay, go get your slice of cake.” He went back to typing.
Timothy grabbed the pie lifter. Why did his dad have to keep him on a leash so much? Ian was the rebellious one, not him! He just wanted to be friends with his dad. Maybe he could sneak out of the house… As long as he didn’t get caught. His parents would kill him. Timothy sat down at the picnic table with his cake, and thought. “Hey, Timothy.” Timothy turned around. “Oh, hi, Jelly Bean. How was your day?” Jelly Bean sighed. “Stressful. But awesome.” Timothy patted the seat next to him. “Tell me.” Jelly Bean sat down. “Well, I earned 176 simoleans today. And… I got a raise!” Jelly Bean grinned at Timothy. “That’s great! Congratulations!” They smiled at eachother for a moment, then looked at the stars. “How was your day, by the way?” Jelly Bean asked. Tim sighed. “Not so great. I got grounded for having bad grades. But, seriously, D is not a bad grade! Dad’s just being unreasonable.” “Uh, dude, D is one of the worst grades you can get. Seriously, aren’t you the smart one?” “Oh, yeah, like you’re any better!” Jelly Bean laughed. “I guess you’re right. We’re the D dudes!” They laughed again. “Oh no!” Jelly Bean yelled, making Timothy jump. “Woah, what is it, J.B.?” Jelly Bean slapped his forehead. “I gotta get my homework done!” He started working on his homework. Timothy stared. “You keep your homework in your inventory?” “Yeah, it’s more efficient. Then I don’t forget to bring it to school, so I can work on it there!” Timothy laughed. “Well, I’m going in. I’m so tired right now. I have to go.” Jelly bean eyed him. “I won’t tell anyone,” he said. “What are you talking about? I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Timothy rambled. Jelly bean smiled. “Goodnight, my fellow D dude. Have fun sneaking out.”
Aurora loved painting. That’s just what she was doing when Timothy and Jelly Bean burst in the door. “What’s the rush?” She asked them. “It’s raining,” Jelly Bean told her, then sat down at the table to do his homework. Timothy yawned. “Well, I’m off to bed,” he announced. Aurora smiled, then focused on her painting. Maybe she could paint a brilliant painting! Aurora looked over at Ed. She loved him so much. What was he making? She smelled the air. Ooh, spaghetti! Her favorite! It smelled delicious, too. Ed hugged Aurora from behind. Aurora laughed. “What do you want?” “Nothing. Just to look at your face. You have such beautiful eyes.” She spun around to look at him. “I love you, too. Now let me paint!” She laughed.
Timothy woke up. What time was it? He woke up his phone, making sure the light didn’t disturb Jelly Bean, who was sleeping on the bottom bunk. It was 3:21. Now was not the time. Plus, it was still raining out. Timothy sighed, and fell back to sleep.
Timothy woke up again. It was 4:46. Perfect. He climbed out of bed, and tiptoed carefully out of the house. Now, what was the place that would be least likely to get him caught? Ah, yes. The graveyard. He called over a taxi. “Pleasant Rest Graveyard, please.” “Isn’t it a little late for a teenager to be outside?” The taxi driver asked. “Yeah, just don’t tell anyone,” Timothy pleaded. “Okay, I get lots of teenagers out after curfew. You’re lucky Stan isn’t your driver, he would freak. Ah, here we are. Have fun at the graveyard.” Timothy thanked the taxi driver, and ran off into the fog. Oh, great, it was raining again. He looked around the graveyard. He wasn’t afraid of it. It was just some weeds. And a pond. And some creepy gravestones. And a dead tree. And a ghost. Wait, what? Timothy whirled around, and screamed. “Hey, what’s your problem?” He heard someone ask. Timothy looked up. The ghost looked sad. “Oh, sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. Everyone’s scared of me!” “Oh, I’m so sorry!” Timothy apologized. “It’s just… I’ve never really seen a ghost before. I think you’re cool.” “You do?” The ghost smiled at him. “Well, I am sorry if I scared you. I guess I am a bit Evil!” He cackled. “Awesome! Meeting someone evil, and a ghost on the same day! Best – Day – Ever!” Said Timothy. They both laughed.
“What, Timothy Baer, where you THINKING?!” Apparently Timothy chose the wrong time to come home. His mom was furious. “Just, oh, I’m going to sneak out after curfew, even though I’m grounded!? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!” Timothy winced. “I dunno, just…” He sighed, and let out a moan. “Well, that just extended your time at home. Hope you’re happy.” She stormed off. Timothy growled. Parents are so unfair. He wished Ian would come back from Hippie School. It was so lonely without Ian there to get Timothy in trouble. Timothy pulled out his phone. He dialed Ian’s cell number, and pressed talk. The phone ran. Finally, it went: “*BEEP* You have reached Ian Baer. So, I can’t answer the phone right now, so leave a message. *BEEP*” Timothy started talking. “Hey Ian, it’s Tim. Just calling to keep you updated on what’s real. Call me back!” Timothy hung up. Worst. Day. Ever.