It's Thanksgiving, my third favorite holiday behind my birthday and Christmas.
I'm currently lounging on the couch in my turkey pj's, and yes I have turkey pj's so deal with it, watching the Macy's parade with my mom and Margaret.
I've been awake since 7 am and haven't eaten a bite, I'm saving my apatite for dinner this evening so I can eat myself into a comma. The giant floating turkey legs on the TV screen aren't helping me much, my stomach begins to grumble.
The floats are so cool and I'm sitting there thinking about how hard it must be to keep those things held down and I can just picture someone letting go of the rope and the float will literally float away.
I can't help but laugh at that image drifting though my mind as the couch sinks down next to me and I look over.
Brett is sitting next to me, his legs folded with a sleepy smile on his face as he turns to look at me and says, "happy turkey day turkey girl."
I roll my eyes at his lame attempt to make fun of my totally awesome turkey pajamas.
"Happy thanksgiving bed head." I reply as I look up at his scraggly hair that he didn't style. I think it's the first time I've even seen his hair messy and flat. I try to contain my laughter but fail.
"Kids please keep it down." Our mothers hush us and we silently laugh to ourselves.
We watch in silence with the exception of small quiet banter between Brett and I when we see something joke worthy.
By the time it's over everyone is dying of hunger and ready for a small lunch.
"Where's Jake?" My mom asks concerned considering its 12:15 and he hasn't stepped foot out of his room or made a single peep so there's a possibility he's dead.
"Want me to see if he still alive?" I ask as I walk towards his door and my mom nods.
I twist the knob and see Jake sitting on his bed reasoning a book. I almost pass out.
He looks up at me and smiles, "Oh hey aver-"
"YOU CAN READ?!" I cut him off in astonishment at the fact he is holding a book open and reading. I blink a few times to make sure I'm not having a food withdrawal induced hallucination.
"Well yeah." He says simply as he looks back down at his book, "I didn't wanna watch the parade and do 'family bonding' so I decided to read." He explains and I can't seem to comprehend the fact he's willingly reading.
"Oh... Yeah... Um well... Lunch, eat stuff." I spit out and walk back to the kitchen and everyone else with the shocked look still on my face.
"Is he okay?" Brett asks noticing my strange expression first.
"He's reading." I murmur out and my mother whips around and gapes at me with wide eyes.
"He can read?" She asks surprised and Brett laughs at her response but if you lived with him you'd know, reading is something that never happens for him, ever.
"Apparently." I shrug and she shrugs and we Shake off our amazement as Jake walks into the kitchen.
"What's up?" He asks us all collectively.
"Nothing." We all chime in unison except Brett continues, " just listening to your family obsess over the fact you can read." He says with a chuckle.
"Glad to see my family thinks so well of me." Jake says sarcastically as he pulls up a chair and sits down.
"What's for lunch?" I ask hoping its not to big so I'm still hungry for dinner.
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