68 Days And Counting

Chapter Twenty Five: Kinky.

I moved through the different filters on Sam's Macbook Photo Booth and Phillip laughed loudly as we changed in every picture, making me crack up with each one. "This one." He pointed to the bottom of the screen and I did as he asked, watching our faces change once again.

Sam walked into his room, staring at the two of us, lying down on the ground. "What are you both doing?"

"Taking pictures." Phillip answered and like the eight year old he was, I watched him stick his tongue out so much to the point where it looked like he wanted swallow the whole screen.

I smiled, pulling him back gently by the hair and he laughed loudly, almost falling back. Sam moved over and I watched him shove his brother out of the way and get in the frame with me.

"Hey!" I heard Phillip yell just as he jumped onto Sam's back.

Sam let out a loud grunt. "Phil, I don't think you realize how much older you're getting. If you keep jumping on me like that you're going to break my back one day."

"Then don't steal my Macy time." Phillip moved his way between Sam and I.

"Macy time?"

"Yeah, you get her all the time. My turn now." He tried shoving Sam who didn't budge and whined when he came to a conclusion that he definitely could not get Sam to move. 

"You realize she's my girlfriend right?"

Phillip looked up at his brother, with not a care in world at that question. "And? What does that have to do with me?"

I rolled out of the frame, watching Sam play wrestle his brother who was laughing like crazy when Sam picked him up, heading out of his room. I followed them to Phillip's room which had a new trophy on his shelf that I didn't notice last time I was here.

Sam threw Phillip on his giant bed that was far too big for any eight year old kid even one of Phillip's height and his eyes caught the glint of the silver trophy on Phillip's shelf. Sam grabbed, looking down at it in his hands. "What's this?"

"My dance competition from two weeks ago. I won."

Sam's lips parted in surprise. "Wow Leonardo. First place."

Phillip nodded, grabbing the Leonardo Ninja Turtle action figure that was on his nightstand and holding it in his hands. Sam stared at his brother, sitting next to him on the bed. "What's wrong? Why didn't you tell me?"

Phillip blew raspberry with his lips, taking the trophy from Sam's hand and it looked like it mentally weighed him down. "I don't want to do dance anymore."

Sam and I exchanged a look. "What? Why not?"

Phillip shrugged. "I don't know. I just don't want to do it."

"There's got to be a better reason than that."

"I want to do something else."

"Like what?" Sam asked him.

"Remember when I did tumbling classes and gymnastics before I got into dance?" Phillip asked and Sam nodded. "I wanna go back into that."

"Are you certain?" Phillip nodded, putting the trophy behind him and moving the arms of the action figure. "Alright. I'll tell mum."

Phillip's eyes lit up and he stared at his brother with surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah, why would you think she wouldn't say yes?"

"It's not her," Phillip sighed. "It's dad."

"If someone like Greg could change from baseball to hockey to ice dancing then I think he'll be okay with you going back to gymnastics, okay Leonardo?"