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Date Posted: Sunday, February 13, 01:33:27pm
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's message, "Priority Mail 165+" on Saturday, February 12, 08:17:25pm
The door opened and Nikita turned her head as Adam dashed down the hallway. “Hi Nikita.”
“Hello Adam,” Nikita replied back as she continued to sit there at the table, knowing that Michael was upstairs, in the shower. They had just barely finished their afternoon activities before Adam was due home. Nikita was grateful that he was running a bit late today, probably flirting with the neighborhood girl named Bea who Adam had been spending a lot of time with of late.
“Didn’t you bake today?” Adam looked around the kitchen and Nikita shook her head from side to side. “Nope. You can have an apple for snack today.”
“An apple? Really?” Adam questioned as he sulked as he sat down. “You’ve been trying out bake goods for Christmas.”
“I froze the cookies today, Adam,” Nikita replied with a small smile. He sighed and shook his head from side to side. “It’s good that I’m not hungry.”
“Oh,” Nikita nodded her head up and down, knowing that Adam was trying to guilt her into giving me a sweet. She had to admit, he had a fifty-fifty shot of winning this manipulation. Nikita gave up about half the time and would allow Adam a sweet.
“Maybe you can help me with my homework,” Adam spoke as he opened up his book bag. Nikita narrowed her eyes. Adam never started his homework when he got home. He pulled out a history book and Nikita exhaled. “Adam… if you have a history question for me… I’m not that good at history.”
“Not history,” Adam shook his head from side to side as he pulled out some more books. Nikita watched and tilted her head to the side. “I wasn’t a very good student at all.”
“That’s not what my dad told me,” Adam countered with a slight shrug of his shoulders as he opened up a notebook and smiled at Nikita. She leaned forward. “Are you trying to get that cookie still? This approach isn’t working, Adam.”
“Come on, Nikita… Dad said that you learned everything quickly…” Adam spoke again. Nikita huffed as she leaned away from Adam. “That was spy stuff. I learned that stuff quickly.”
“Some of that were etiquette and history… and science… and math… and obviously hacking…” Adam started to list. Nikita smirked. “I know that you have been trying to hack into some of my system’s Adam. It’s not going to work.”
“You never know,” Adam shrugged his shoulders and Nikita laughed. “Oh… I know…”
“You aren’t going to tell my father, are you?” Adam leaned forward and worry crossed his face.
“We both aren’t having luck on that front, Adam,” Michael spoke up as he appeared from the hallway. Adam pulled away from Nikita with shock on his face. “You are home.”
“Yes,” Michael nodded his head as he walked over to Nikita and touched her shoulder. Adam groaned. “Oh please… did you have to hook up this afternoon? Really?”
“Adam,” Michael said his son’s name with no real force, but it was enough to get Adam to lift his hands in the air. “Ok… Ok… But I truly want some help with my homework… I’m not creative.”
Michael kissed Nikita’s cheek and stepped away. “I’ll leave this one to you.”
Nikita watched as Michael walked over to the refrigerator. He opened it and was shaking his head. Nikita knew that there wasn’t really much in the refrigerator for dinner. “Kita…”
“I’m helping Adam,” Nikita countered as she turned and smiled at Adam. “What’s the homework?”
“I have to write a story as if I’m an object,” Adam answered. Nikita tilted her head to the side. “What is this teaching you?”
“Creative writing,” Adam replied back as if she should have known this. Nikita frowned and rubbed her head. “Did the teacher give you more?”
“It has to be three pages long…”
“No,” Nikita asked as she shook her head from side to side. Then Michael slammed the refrigerator closed and opened up the freezer. She looked over and swallowed. “There isn’t anything in there either. We ate Walter’s last casserole of leftovers last night.”
“She gave us an example of a girl who wrote an essay on being a jean jacket,” Adam spoke loudly to get Nikita’s attention again. Nikita blinked her eyes. “And the story was written as the jean jacket?”
“Yeah,” Adam nodded his head up and down. “It was pretty cool. The jacket was a girl and it got worn to a fancy school and then handed down to someone else… and it was pretty neat.”
“Do you have any ideas?” Nikita asked as she now heard Michael searching the cupboards. Nikita tried to focus solely on Adam as the front door opened and Davenport walked in too. “Hey Davenport… do you have any food stashed in your room?”
“No way, Michael. Why?” Davenport inquired and Nikita exhaled. “Adam… your ideas?”
“I was thinking of a book bag,” Adam admitted but he knew that it was weak idea. “Girls are more creative... this is an unfair assignment.”
“I think you have better ideas. Maybe you should stick to something that you like more… maybe something with soccer?” Nikita offered up the idea. Adam thought about it as he tapped the pen against the table. “But a soccer ball is just kicked around… that can’t be fun.”
Nikita nodded her head slightly and shrugged her shoulders. “A car?”
“That’s too much like Herbie,” Adam stated but Nikita had no idea what Adam was talking about. She was puzzled and she looked around the room. Michael stood there against the counter and shook his head. “I’m not helping you learn what Herbie is because there is nothing here for dinner.”
“Then order out,” Nikita answered and Michael shook his head. “We’ll eat out… and then we’ll go to the grocery store.”
“Oh! That’s what I can write about. A grocery cart!” Adam exclaimed and closed his notebook. Nikita looked at Adam and she felt something was wrong. “Adam… when were you assigned this assignment?”
Adam shrugged his shoulders but his eyes looked over at his father. Nikita counted to three and forced out a smile. “You are going to suggest some recon on the subject matter, right?”
“I should see a cart in action, it would be good,” Adam nodded his head up and down. Nikita turned to glare at Michael. It was evil to use Adam in a plot.
“We can go to Pan Chow #4,” Adam spoke up and Nikita shook her head. “No, I want Italian if we go out.”
Michael smiled at Nikita and nodded his head. “There is that place in the plaza with the grocery… its call Sauce…”
“And we’ve never ordered out from there,” Nikita agreed as she leaned back in her chair. “Now, Adam… is that all that happened in school today?”
“Well,” Adam spoke as he pulled out a flyer and pushed it towards Nikita. “I’m in a Christmas pageant this Thursday… our parents are invited…”
Michael stepped forward and picked up the flyer. “You are participating this year?”
“Yeah,” Adam nodded his head up and down. “I’m singing.”
Nikita looked at Michael and then to Adam. “I’m sure that your father will have fun.”
“I want you to go,” Adam looked at Nikita with his pleading eyes. Nikita folded her hands on her lap. “But you aren’t my son… it’s for parents.”
“And step-parents and girlfriends of fathers and anyone who is special. There will be nannies there and babysitters… you can go,” Adam explained but Nikita stood up. She squirmed and rubbed her neck. “I took you out of school the day that you were sick… and they thought I was married to your father… and that wasn’t right of me… I just think it is better not to mix things up, Adam.”
“What is there to mix up? You are staying with us and you are always home here for me,” Adam pointed out as he felt his father pulling at his shoulders. “Adam, I can be there… and I’ll talk out the logistics with Nikita.”
“I want my teachers to know her… I want parents to know her,” Adam huffed as he crossed his hands over his chest. Nikita blinked her eyes and shook her head. “It’s not time, Adam…”
Nikita looked around and rubbed her hand across her face. She needed some space and she needed a reason to leave. “Ah… since we are going to eat out… and go shopping… I’m going to get dressed.”
Michael watched as Nikita dashed out of the kitchen. He shook his head and dropped the flyer to the table. “Adam… everything was going fine…”
“We got her to go out to eat and shopping… I just thought…” Adam drifted off as Davenport went to the freezer and opened up a box. “Look… frozen cookies…”
“For Christmas,” Michael spoke but Davenport handed one over to Adam. “I’m with him… he had to try for more… you two strung Nikita along like pros and it almost worked.”
Adam bite into the cookie and shrugged his shoulder slightly as he looked at his father. He finished chewing and then tilted his head to the side. “Maybe if you two weren’t together this afternoon…”
“Adam,” Michael spoke with a firm and rough voice. He hated when Adam was acting like he was an adult in his comments. It wasn’t proper of a boy his age.
“I’m going to work on homework until we are ready to leave,” Adam announced as he grabbed for his book bag. He was running down the hallway before Michael shook the fog from his head. “It better be homework and not hacking, Adam!”
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