I've mentioned before that being a teenager and head of my family is difficult, right? I mean, being a head of family is hard enough. But when you're a teenager and you have to do it on your own…well it's a great challenge. You have a lot of insecurities, you're barely discovering who you are and who you want to become.
And a lot of times, you don't make good judgements. And you don't think things through. And a lot of times, when you think you're doing what's best for your family, it turns out that it really wasn't the best thing for you to do.
I have to go through all this. On top of all that, my second-youngest brother, Robert, has just become a preteen. He turned twelve on April 19 and is about to graduate from upper 5th grade into middle school.
Robert is not a kid who's given me a whole lot of trouble. He's your typical 12-year-old boy. He likes soccer, volleyball, tennis, rock pop, and just hanging out with his friends from school. But, I also knew that now that he had become a pre-teenager, things were going to be extremely different now. And a whole lot more challenging.
But I never knew how difficult it would be for me. And I never knew that I would have to go through a lot of embarrassment and suffering to learn some important lessons.
It all started on Saturday, May 30, 2015.
I was in my room; doing…I don't know what. I guess you just call it reading. Yeah, I was reading. I was in the middle of concentration when Larry came walking in, "Oh, Spiny-poo! Where are you? Oh, there you are."
"What's up?" I said.
"There's a beautiful brown-eyed girl at the Palace Gates who wants to see you. She identifies herself as Lilia Woods." Now, that really got my attention. I got and instinctively went to wash my face and comb my hair. I was just about to run out of the room, when I stopped. "Wait a minute! This isn't one of your practical jokes, right?"
"Because if it is, I'll kill you."
"You'd have to get ready for that."
Was he threatening me? "You and what army?"
You won't believe what the nut did. You know how Larry can do pretty much anything, right? And that includes every single super-power in existence. So what did he do? He multiplied himself by a hundred. That's the time to say, Oh no.
Once Larry turns into a thousand Larrys, then you have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. You get beaten up, punched, kicked, bitten, slapped, scratched, etc. And that's exactly what happened to me. You don't know how much damage a thousand Larrys can cause to your body.
It took me about two hours to make myself presentable, just to give you an idea of how much damage all those Larrys caused. When I finally got outside to go see Lilia, she wasn't there anymore. I stepped out of the Gates and looked in both directions. Nobody was there. Great!
Larry had done that to me on purpose, knowing that Lilia would eventually go home. I was SO going to let him have it! I was about to leave, when a voice said, "Spiny, wait!" I turned around and…there she was. Running from her house. She ran up to me…and threw her arms around me and kissed me so hard that I almost fell backwards.
I put my arms around her and swung her around a few times, returning the kiss. "Hey," I said.
"Hi, how are you?" she said, smiling so beautifully.
"Fine and you?"
"Doing great." We stepped apart, holding hands. "I was just wondering if you were going to do anything this weekend."
"I don't know. Why?" I asked.
"Well, I had a fun idea for a weekend date."
I couldn't help smiling. I love this girl so much! And I love spending any time with her, even two minutes. She is so much fun! "What was it?"
"How about stargazing?"
I could feel my heart pounding. I could just see both of us, lying side by side on the grass, looking up at the starry heavens, holding hands. What could be better? "I'd love to! I'll call you later and tell you if I can make it."
She smiled. "Okay. I'll see you, then?"
I nodded. "Of course you will." I kissed her and it made both of us blush, just like the first time. Just like every time. But I enjoyed it.
"Oh, and I have something for you," I said.
"Oh, Spiny. I don't want you wasting money on me," she said, in an almost punishing me-tone of voice.
"I didn't waste any money. And besides, you're more worth than all the gold and money in the world. You're unique. You're my angel."
She giggled. "Oh, Spiny."
"I wrote you a poem," I said, taking out a piece of paper. "Want to hear it?"
"Okay. Here goes. It's called, Young Love. And it says:
You say you love me
You say you care
But when you look into my eyes
I see and feel something more
I see your soul and you see mine
I feel your love, love words can't describe
You are the one, the one I'll always love
And the one that will always care... my first love."
I looked at her and said, "You like it?"
She had tears in her eyes, but I could tell that she was genuinely happy. She pulled me into a hug, and put her head on my chest. I hugged her back, and caressed her silky brown hair. "I love you," she whispered.
I felt my face burning and butterflies in my stomach, just like every time she said those words to me. "I love you, too," I whispered back.
I wanted to stay like that with her forever. I could've for all I knew. Then she stepped back and kissed me goodbye, before leaving back to her house, with my poem. I stood there, staring at her house, lost in deep thoughts, when out of nowhere Larry popped out. "Hey, Spiny."
"We need some action."
"Action? What do you mean?"
"Let's go get ice cream at Arnold's."
We walked down the street until we got to the restaurant. Since school was almost out, there were a lot of kids there. By kids, I mean teenagers. We both walked in, and sat at our usual booth. "Waiter! Hello, waiter! Anybody back there!" Larry yelled.
At that moment, a young waiter who was in his early 20s came out. He must've been, oh 22. But get this: he was shorter than me. I'm about 5-foot, 11 ½ inches tall. Anyways, he said, "Yes, sir?"
"I'd like Double-Dip-Dip-Chocolate-Vanilla-Wafer ice cream."
"Coming right up!" He called back to the kitchen. "Get me one DDCVW! On the double!" In less than the blink of an eye, Larry had his ice cream in front of him. "That'll be $1."
"One dollar?! What kind of prices are these? I didn't even order whipped cream! But, I guess it's worth it." He started eating his ice cream, while the waiter turned to me.
"I'll have a Dark-and-Milk Chocolate Combo with the Root Beer syrup and Black Cherry/Cranberry sauce on top. And with whipped cream."
"All right. One Chocolate Combo, coming up!"
"Um, bad choice of words," I said.
"What then? Going down?" Larry said.
I kicked him from under the table. He kicked me back. "Why'd you hit me?"
"Why'd you hit me?" he said.
"Look, Larry don't start that again." The waiter came with my order. "For you, sir, that'll be 20 cents."
Larry almost choked on his ice cream. "Twenty cents?!"
"Pays to be a King," I said simply. I started drinking the ice cream and ohh! It was so good! Too bad it's not available in any other country on Earth. "Hey, this is good."
"You're right," said Larry. I hadn't realized that he was drinking out of my cup, too. "Hey! Get your nose out of there!"
"It wasn't my nose. It was my straw."
"Mind your own business, will you?"
"All right, all right, chill."
We continued eating our delicious, world-famous ice cream when guess who came into the restaurant?
One of our best friends and a good citizen.