Storybook Island

+ Average, Average, Average...

"Meghan and I cheated in class so Mr. O'Donnell sent us to the Principals. We lied to the principal, though, and then his wife was cheating on him on his birthday, but we got macaroons. Mr. O'Donnell would have skinned us alive is we came back, so we snuck out and skipped school. We walked here."

"Oh, okay. Can you unload that bag? It has ice cream, I don't want it to melt or anything." 

"Sure," I grabbed the bag he pointed to and pulled out three containers of ice cream. Delighted, I realized one was Cookie Dough, my favorite. "What's the ice cream for?"

"Movie night! You don't mind eating out of the carton, right?" He put some salsa in the cupboard over the counter. Medium salsa. Uncle Charlie was the best.

I rolled my eyes. My mom always would say, 'looking for your brain?' if I rolled my eyes at her. I laughed inwardly at that. "Seriously? Of course, I will eat out of the carton. It means the whole thing is mine!"

Uncle Charlie and I high-fived (well, tried to... we missed... ) just as Meghan came in wrapped in a towel and shivering. "Did I hear Uncle Charlie?"

"Right here!" He called as he put the milk in the fridge. "Meghan! Have you been in the hot tub?"

"Yes..."

"You know you're not allowed to do that... without me! Abby, grab your swimsuit!" He said as he ran off to his room to get his own, completely forgetting about the groceries.

Meghan grinned and ran back to the hot tub as I went to find my swimsuit.

*

Uncle Charlie, Meghan, and I had just finished out showers before running off the to the park for an hour. We rode all our favorite rides and then some before circling back to the castle. When we reached the door, the same guard as before stood there, glaring at all the people walking past. Uncle Charlie grinned at him as he approached, and the guard immediately changed again. He smiled and opened the door for us.

"After you, girls!" Uncle Charlie offered. The two of us went through, sent quick glares at the rude guard. As Uncle Charlie went past, I heard him pat the guard on the shoulder, saying, "How about smiling more, huh Martin?" and leaving without another word. The guard- Martin, seemed flabbergasted but shut the door timidly and with a very fake smile on his face.

Uncle Charlie led the way upstairs and opened the freezer. "Think fast!" he cried and threw the ice cream to Meghan. She jumped and caught it, laughing. "Your turn, Abby!"

"Wait, you know I can't catch!" I screeched, too late. The ice cream container hurtled towards me. Despite my desperate attempts, the ice cream flew past me. Luckily, my cousin's reflexes were good. Meghan handed it back, flopping down on the couch. 

"Who's up for a movie?" Suggested Uncle Charlie. He sat down beside Meghan and opened his ice cream, scooping rocky road into his mouth. 

I cheered, "ME!" and grabbed the remote, pulling up Netflix. "What'll we watch?"

"Captian America: Civil War," Meghan pointed to the movie on the screen. "It's so good!"

"No way. National Treasure is the way to go." Uncle Charlie argued. He loved history, and no one ever watched anything remotely historical with him because all he did was talk about history the entire movie. 

Meghan shook her head. She knew about the history thing just as well as I did. We made the mistake of watching Empire of the Rising Sun with him once, and he talked a lot about historical dates and WWII. "But Civil War has Hawkeye in it."

"How about a compromise? We can watch Indiana Jones." I recommended, holding up the DVD case left on the coffee table. 

"Raiders of the Lost Ark?"