"This thing is dead," Graham said, fishing a small shark out of its bowl. Yeah I guess it is. Graham thought. "It's been dead a while." Gavin said. Yeah, yeah I think it has.
"It's stinking up MY room," Gavin said, marching upstairs for the toilet.
Graham quickly dressed and followed. He particularly liked that shark. It was the first he caught. He supposed he should have fed it. A tear crept into his eye as Gavin made up some bogus speech about the fish.
"Now what are we going to do today?" Gavin said, rubbing his hands together. "I'm going to shower and put on clean clothes. Why don't you cook us some breakfast?" Graham said, shooing his brother from the bathroom.
Gavin wasn't sure who Graham thought he was. He wasn't the maid. Graham could feed himself. He was the oldest! And he sure as hell wasn't taking orders from his brother.
"So I was thinking," Gavin said. He had been toying with the idea for a while, now his parents were gone he could put it in action.
"Great," Graham said, whisking his eggs harder.
"We need some space to play ball. Dad's always wanting to play catch, but we don't have any space." Gavin could tell Graham was listening intently. "Let's use the wood dad's been saving and add a third floor courtyard."
"That's a terrible idea!" Graham protested. "We don't have any clue what were doing!"
"Well, I'm going to get started, come join me after breakfast if you aren't scared." Graham said heading upstairs.
After working in the hot sun for hours, the boys finally finished the third floor courtyard.
Graham was pretty sure his dad was going to be pissed, but it would be nice to play catch every now and there. "Hey Graham, whats that out there?" Gavin said pointing towards the sun. Graham looked only to be hit in the back with a water balloon. Dad's gonna love this, Graham thought as he retaliated.
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