Random uhh oneshots I randomly write

I dont have a name for this so uhh

She stared at the situation, obviously amused as she smiled smugly. All of Mike's family has that same smug look from their father.
"C'mer KC," Machelle whistled at the dog.
KC turned around, wagging his tail at Machelle. He skipped into her room, which was filled with a dim blue light. "Mike is downstairs," she told me with a smile before closing her door.

Michael's room was right in front of the stairs, so I simply walked down the steps. His house was different than mine. Smaller, but not too small. Five bedrooms and a pretty large living space. Everything was carpeted, one difference between our homes. I wasn't used to carpeting at all.
As I walked down the stairs, I smelled coffee. Very off if Mike was the only one in the kitchen. Michael doesn't like coffee as much as I don't like dogs.
Mike's house had one of those kitchens that have a big serving window next to the entrance that you can look through from the dining room. His kitchen was the most like mine. We have those counters in the middle with walkways with the sinks the other counters. The middle counters have high chairs like a mini dining table.

I walked through the dining room, hearing quiet talking and laughing with music playing softly from the kitchen.

"Hey Danny!" I heard a voice call me from the kitchen. I knew the voice, but it wasn't mike.
Looking up, I saw it was Mike's uncle, Maverick. He's one of my favorites of the family. He's like the dad I've never had. Not that I didn't have a dad, he was just never there for me, but Maverick was. He's also the one who had KC and worked as a policeman, now training Mike and a group of other kids from our school to be future policemen. I also like him because he's the only one who remembered to call me by "Dan" instead of "Daniel."
I silently walked into the kitchen with a smile. Being around him doesn't make me tired for some reason. Maverick was holding a coffee cup in his hand. He always had black coffee. Just black coffee. He didn't even add sugar. I barely drink black coffee and I don't even enjoy it too much, so I had no idea how he could stand drinking black coffee all the time.

Mike was sitting at the counter while Maverick was standing with his elbows resting on the sides of the counter. They had a speaker playing music on some random station I didn't know of. I sat next to Mike.
"Made you one," Maverick slid me a coffee with a cap neatly placed on top.
"Thanks," I took the cup.
"How do you drink that stuff?" Michael asked me and Maverick.
"'S good," Maverick shrugged. "Shut yo and drink your milkie."
Michael made some gesture, I'm not sure what it was. He was upset at the comment, that's all I knew.

"Where'd you go?" I faced Michael.
"Well, Marv here woke me up at six in the morning to get me up for some random mission that was resolved before we even got there," Mike complained passive aggressively.
"I said I was sorry," Maverick interrupted, "Do you want me to take you to the movies or something?"
I don't really think of them as uncle and nephew, more like brothers.

"I want you to go home," Mike sighed, patting me on the back. "Did you sleep well?"
"I slept okay," Maverick responded.
"I wasn't talking to you," Michael twitched his eye at the other.
I waved my hand to answer his question.
"Y'all are cute," Maverick commented.
"Go home!" Michael suddenly groaned and stood up in protest.
"Fine, I wasn't going to stay long anyway," Maverick picked up his duffle police bag thing and walked off and out the house. He didn't slam the door, that would have made it worse.
A full adult man and an eighteen year old bickering like children over who gets the swing next. It was honestly funny to watch.

"Jeez..." Michael rested his hands on the counter. "Anyway. Did you ever finish what you were doing last night?" He seemed hesitant in what he was saying.
What was I doing last night?
"Did I do something?" I was still unclear about what happened the night before.
"You uh...you were pleasing yourself."

Fuck.

"Did I... oh damn... did I do it in your room?" I was panicking.
"Yeah, against me...then you went to sleep."
"I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to. I-I suck-" I was stuttering over my words.
"It's okay dude," Mike grabbed my arm to try and calm me down. "I just wanted to help you finish, but you fell asleep before I could. Just wanted you to know," he explained.
I didn't say anything, but I totally felt like an idiot at that moment. Mike intertwined his fingers with mine in reassurance.
"Seriously, don't worry," Michael kissed my forehead. "Still need help?"
"Actually," stood up to face him, "Do you need help with that?" The way I worded it was weird, but I was pretty sure he knew what I meant.
"Not really, but if you want to, I don't mind at all," He moved to face his back towards the counter as he shrugged. He lured me to him by pulling my hand towards his chest. He was warm, as always.