Bittersweet | Jaspar Fanfic

(3): THE SOCIAL GROUPS ACCORDING TO DAN HOWELL

Grabbing my homework and carefully putting it in the binder of it's subject, I shoved it all in my book-bag and then took off my jeans before quickly pulling on some sweatpants I pulled out of my dresser.

"JOE, GET DOWN HERE, THE CHICKEN WILL TURN COLD!" I heard my dad yell just as I opened my bedroom.

I rolled my eyes. Parents.

Jogging slightly to the kitchen, I saw Zoe and dad sitting at the dinner table. There were mashed potato in a yellow bowl with a wooden spoon stuck into it, a bowl next to it full of chicken, and there were plates set at each seat; forks and spoons with knives sitting around them.

I sat at the seat next to my dad and from across Zoe, before looking at the food. I haven't realized how hungry I was since I skipped lunch today. That reminds me that I should take my lunch out of my bookbag before I go to bed.

"Where's the ketchup?" I asked, looking up at my dad.

He rolled his eyes. "You and your ketchup." he said, shaking his head. "Who even puts ketchup on their chicken?"

I snorted and raised my hand. "I do. It tastes good."

Zoe rolled her eyes at me, also. "It's in the cabinet, Joe. You can go get up because we normal people do not like ketchup on chicken."

I sucked in a deep breath and stood up to get the ketchup. My dad laughed at what Zoe said as I went into the kitchen.

Dad liked Zoe more then me, I know that for a fact. She's smart, and has friends and doesn't lock herself up in her room every day and only come out for food. She's the total opposite of me. And even though I knew those comments were jokes, I couldn't help but feel as if I were a burden and should just go back up to my bedroom.

Once I got the ketchup and walked back to the table, I sat down and immediately grabbed the giant spoon thing - I forgot what's I called. Mental note: Google it later - and slapped two giant mountains of mashed potatoes on my plate and then put a lot of chicken on it before putting ketchup on the side.

My dad whistled low as I began to eat. "Woah kid, you eating for two? Somethin' I should know about?"

Zoe laughed, causing a piece of chicken to fall from her mouth, but I stayed silent; shoveling mashed potatoes in my mouth.

"Yeah Joey, you a carrier?"

I raised an eyebrow at my sister, chewing on some chicken covered in ketchup. "What's a carrier?" I asked around the chicken loaded between my teeth.

She blushed and dad looked at her, also curious. "J-just something I read online. Males who can get pregnant- um.."

I looked at her oddly before returning to my food.

"Hey, Joe, why is your nose bruised?" Dad asked.

I sighed and crossed my arms in front of my plate, shrugging. "No bwig deal," I said with a mouthful of food.

"Ugh," Zoe scoffed. "Eat before you speak, Joesph. Also it is a "big deal" as he says it is. He could've gotten a concussion if he didn't fall the way he did."

Dad set his fork down on his plate, looking at me. He had some mashed potato on the side of his lip.

"Fall? Concussion? Joseph, what happened?"

I rolled my eyes. "I just tripped over someone and almost broke my nose. No big deal," I waved my fork in the air.

"Really? Wrinkle your nose." Dad replied.

Giving my dad a bewildered look, I wrinkled my nose. It hurt a little, but not very much.

"See?" I said. "All is cheery on my face."