Chapter Eight: Alabama and Georgia

"This sweet tea sucks, Dad." Alabama said and sipped at the supposedly-not-sweet tea. Georgia sighed at his brothers complaining as he bit into his peach.

"Dude, stop complaining. Your lucky dad made you tea at all. He's still on about the boycott tea thing." he sighed absently, then took another bite of his peach.

"The Boston Tea Party was so fun though, too bad you weren't old enough to join us." I said and grinned. "You shouldda seen England's face when she found out! Oh she was so pissed!" I laughed.

The two just rolled their eyes. "So dad, I gotta a date tonight and I was hopin' if you could let me use the car." Alabama stated, then took another grimacing sip of his sweet tea.

"What happened to yours?" I asked and went to the fridge to grab a doughnut. I hoped New York hadn't eaten them all.

"It's in the shop, somethin' wrong with the engine, I think." he replied and shrugged. I gave a long sigh, then bit into the doughnut.

"Fine." I said through a mouth-full of chocolaty goodness. "As long as you don't go drag racing or whatever. I'm not bailing you out of jail again."

Alabama nodded. "Of course not! That was a one-time thing! Plus, it was mostly Nebraska's fault." he remarked. He then glanced quickly upstairs, then took another sip of his tea.
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Later on That Day...

"Dad! I'm goin' out!" Alabama called and started to open the door. I rushed down the stairs and stopped at the foot of them.

"I don't think so." I said and leaned against the railing. "I changed my mind about the car." I said and wagged my finger. Alabama groaned and slumped his shoulders.

"Why not?" he whined and closed the door, then turned to me with his arms crossed and a pout on his face.

"You drank all my Mountain Dew, man." I said. "Without my permission."

His jaw dropped. "But dad! You can just buy mo-!" he started, but I held up my finger.

"Jonathon. Do not mess with my Dew." I said slowly and crossed my arms.

"How am I supposed to go pick my date up if I don't have a car?" he asked and made outrageous hand gestures. I sighed and tapped my forehead, then an idea.

"Ask if you can borrow George's car." I said simply and made my way to the couch. Alabama considered this for a moment, then nodded.

"Good idea, I'll go ask him." Alabama said and made his way upstairs.

"Go get 'em tiger!" I called and grabbed the remote off of the coffee table.
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I had crashed on the couch, but woke up when I heard the door close. I looked to see it was, and it was Alabama, dragging his sorry ass back home. "Welcome home, honey." I said mockingly and took off my glasses to rub my eyes. He just grumbled and reply and started to climb the stairs. When he passed me, I caught a whiff of perfume. Very, very cheap perfume. "Either you have bad taste in perfume, or you got some tonight." I said and glanced at him. "Which one?"

"Neither." he grumbled and disappeared up the stairs. I shrugged and glanced the TV. I had passed out while watching Family Guy. Now China, Illinois was on. I frowned and turned the channel.

"Adult Swim needs to step up their game."

"Dad, can you buy some more Coke?" Georgia asked as he searched the fridge for any stray Coke cans he missed.

I flipped through a newspaper and shook my head. "Nah."

Wait.

Why was I reading a newspaper?

Anyway, Georgia frowned and shut the fridge. "But pleeeeaasssee?" he begged.

"Why don't you go and get some if you want it so bad?" I asked and put the newspaper down.

"Please dad, Coke is my lifeblood. I can't live without it." he begged and scooted toward me whilst on his knees with his hands clasped.

"You lived majority of your life without Coke." I pointed out. He then collapsed on the floor and clutched his chest, and raised his free hand up in the air.

"I can see the light." he whispered. "My life is slipping away."

I watched him gasp for a few seconds more before sighing. "Fine." I groaned. "I'll get your lifeblood.". Just then, Georgia leapt up from the ground and hugged me. "Thanks dad!"

"Yeah, yeah." I grumbled.

"Honey, I'm hoooommmee!" I called and carried at least four Coke-a-Cola 12 packs in my arms. Kansas and Utah came in behind me with the rest of the Coke.

"Jeezus." Kansas complained and set down his load when we got into the kitchen. "This is all for Georgia?"

"No, it's for everybody. But mostly Georgia." I said.

"He's paying you back, right?" Utah asked.

"Oh yeah."

AN:

Sorry for the abrupt end to the chapter, but hey, waddaya gonna do?

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