vlredreign (vl_redreign) wrote in qaf_drabbles, @ 2009-12-10 21:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | author: vl_redreign, gusmas 2009 |
The 37 Days Of Gusmas
Title: Baby Sister
Author: vl_redreign
Prompt: Cooking
Notes: This one just growed. I couldn't stop it. Taylor family juju is strong. Sorry, I don't have an icon for this, so andybj's 'annoying Brian' doodle will suffice. Nicely, I think. ETA: Kudos to court1429 for catching a typo!
Brian stared at the phone in his hand, mouth open. That little shit hung up on me. Before he could wrap his head around that, the buzzer sounded. He stomped over to the intercom and growled, “What?”
“Brian, it’s Jennifer.”
Brian sighed. “Come on up.”
“Umm, are you decent?”
“That’s debatable.”
“Are you dressed?”
“Yeah, what the fu-“
“Molly’s with me.”
Brian let his head fall against the door. He pushed the button to unlock the door. He opened his door, waiting. Jennifer stepped out, hands full, Molly following.
“I made you dinner,” she said, holding out her peace offering.
II
“What is that?” Brian asked.
“Homemade minestrone. And fresh rolls.”
“I don’t eat carbs after seven.”
“Then explain the Thai takeout at ten.”
Brian opened his mouth, then shut it. Jennifer smirked.
“Give it up, Brian. The only one that ever won was Justin.” Molly walked closer and whispered, “It’s a blond thing.”
Brian laughed. “I think I like you.”
“So Mom says that she’s renovating Justin’s house. You bought him a house?”
“Yeah. That blond thing.”
“Will you buy me a Louis Vuitton tote?”
“Nope. You’re a redhead.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“I like blonds.”
“I could dye it.”
III
Brian decided that Molly wasn’t a brat; Justin was. She was smart and snarky, and a budding fashionista. Plus, she didn’t look like an Old Navy refugee. He showed her his exalted closet, and grinned as she squeed over the holy trinity – Gucci, Armani and Prada. She even seemed to know which collection some items were from.
“How do you know this stuff?” he asked.
“Italian Vogue. I have a subscription.
Yes, he liked her a lot.
“Can you talk to your brother?”
“Forget it, he’s hopeless.”
Yep, a lot.
“Brian, Molly, everything’s ready,” Jennifer called.
“Coming, mother!” they yelled.
IV
Jennifer booted up her laptop and began to show Brian what she’d purchased so far, along with bids from the contractors and cleaning service. They discussed prices and delivery times. Molly turned on the dishwasher and wiped off the counter.
“Molly, you don’t have to do that,” Brian said.
“Yeah, I do. Mom said since we were invading your…lair, I think she called it, we had to clean up. That means me.”
“I didn’t say lair, I said-“
“You said something that I’m not allowed to repeat.”
“You mean fuck-pad?” Brian said.
“Brian, language!” Jennifer cried. Molly giggled.
“Sorry, mother.”
V
Brian let Molly use his computer while he discussed business with Jennifer.
“So, you want five of the bedrooms furnished?”
“Yeah, but leave the master bedroom to me. I already have that covered.”
“Fine. You want to approve the furniture buy, or do you want to change anything?”
“Let’s see.” Brian checked the virtual layouts for each room, changing a few things, and sat back. “Not bad.”
That meant he liked it.
“Hey Brian, what’s ‘deepthoat17’ mean?”
Brian shot out of his chair and ran to the computer. Luckily, it was just an IM window. “It’s your brother. Say hi.”
VI
Molly typed hey stupid, it’s me
Deepthroat17: me who?
Molly looked at Brian, eyebrow arched. “’nineinchescut’?” she whispered.
“Shhh! Your mom might hit me.” Brian nodded towards the screen. “Talk to him. I give him five minutes before he calls.”
“Two.”
“You’re on.”
“What are the stakes?”
“You mentioned a tote bag?”
Molly grinned. Turning to the computer, she typed, it’s me, molly. Mom’s out with tucker, brian is babysitting me
deepthroat17: wtf??
The phone rang. Molly smirked.
“Kinney.”
“Brian, what is my sister doing there?!?”
“I’ll just go pull up the bag I want,” Molly cooed from her seat.