Chapter 7 — Ideas Upon Ideas

• “I'm tired of this shit.”
• Damon ran straight to Grimm’s room, who was playing video games with his players online.
• “Grimm, did you take the turkey from the freezer?”
• “Yash, guys beat him to stupor…ahhhhh…motherfucker. Son of a bitch….” He hailed at his players. “Don't let go.” He shouted. “Catch him.”
• “Grimm.”
• “Don’t lose his butt. Grab him. Yeah. Yeah, him…”
• “GRIMM.” Damon shouted.
• “Whaaat!” He snapped. “You are disturbing me. Mom told all of us to remove the turkey from the freezer. You could have just done it.”
• “We are fucking toasted.” Grayson grumbled.
• Do adults play video games these days? Aren’t those for kids??
• “And doom.” Bane added behind me.
• “You could have done it. Mom is gonna get mad if that turkey still got frozen. She’s gonna nag our ass off.” Damon fired back and Grimm paused his game and got up from his chair. “Let me show y’all how it’s done. You are so noisy. Is that why y’all packed into my room like that?”
• “If it weren’t for Damon, we wouldn’t be getting into this mess.” Bane rolled his eyes.
• “Hah!” His voice is definitely loud. “Are you blaming me now, knucklehead?”
• “Who are you calling a knucklehead? I’m your senior. Respect me, you little shit.”
• “Yeah, by three years.” He argued.
• “Damn, that’s enough.” Grimm steps in between them. “If you guys are gonna argue all day long, let me know so I can go back to my game and sit my fucking ass down.”
• We all walked to the kitchen like little children because we all know how mom behaves when she tells someone to do something and it doesn’t get done. She would nag us off as if it’s the end of the world. None of us wants to face that. It is going to be hell if she finds out the turkey isn’t out of the freezer. Damon bought out the carton of turkey and dumped it on the black counter in a bang.
• “Fuck. That’s hard as a block.” Grayson burst out laughing as he slapped his hands on the counter.
• In a frightening tone. “She’s not gonna like this. If mom comes home and sees this, we aren’t gonna eat lunch and dinner tonight. Dad is gonna be on her side on this. What are we gonna do?”
• Grayson and Grimm broke down in laughter.
• My hands covered my mouth to hide how hilarious I was finding everything to be. I have the feeling that Damon was supposed to remove the turkey from the freezer, but he forgot his instructions and dumped his problem on us.
• “Stop laughing. You guys should do something about this. This turkey is too big to melt in seconds. We are fucking toast. This is not funny.”
• “Who’s the ‘we’? Stop your yapping. What’s the fuss, anyway? Put it in the water.” Bane suggested. “Do it quickly.”
• Damon switched on the tap and put the carton under the tap, which was barely inside the sink. “OMG, I just don’t want her to see this,” He sang sorrowfully. “She’s gonna nag us to death. I can sense her coming right now, bro.” He tapped his left hand on the carton for a few seconds.
• “It’s not melting. It’s hard as a brick. Pfft.” Grimm giggled.
• “Stop laughing.” Damon warned him. “This is not funny.”
• Grayson added with a chuckle. “Ice frozen.”
• “I thought you were gonna do something about this, Grayson.”
• “Just keep the tap on. It’s gonna melt.” Grayson suggested to Damon. He was having fun with this, wasn’t he?
• “Yeah, in ten years.” Bane nods. “We are gonna be old by then.”
• “This is gonna take ages. It’s not melting.” Damon rubbed his right hand on the frozen turkey under the tap.
• “I have an idea.” Grimm rushed to the gas and switched it on with a lighter. “Put the turkey on the fire.”
• “Are you brain dead? You are gonna burn it in the worst way possible instead of melting it.”
• “Of course it will melt.” Grimm snatched the turkey from Damon and held it above the fire on the gas for 30 seconds. “Oops! Haaaaah! My hands are burning.”
• “Any ideas, stupid, mom is coming home soon.”
• “Got any ideas, stupid?” Grimm talked back to Damon.
• Bane got in the middle of them, grabbed the carton of turkey, and smirked. “Forgot about the oven?” He opened the oven and shoved it in, but it got stuck in between instead.
• “It’s not defrosting. Too big for the oven, bro.” Grayson cackled. “You guys are toast.” He sang.
• “Oh shut up, Grayson.” Damon panicked once more. “You are not helping.” His phone buzzed.
• He took it out of his pocket and exclaimed in a fright. “Shit!!! She said she’s coming.”
• “Braila,” Grimm faces me. “You are always with Mom in the kitchen. You should know how to melt the turkey.”
• “Yeah, that’s a good idea for sure.” Damon turned to me as I took a step back. “You know how to do it, don’t you, Braila?”
• “Don’t look at me.” I slightly raised my hands up. “I don’t know how to do it.”
• “What! You don’t know how to melt this shit and you are always in the kitchen with mom.” Grimm reacted.
• “Not all girls who stay in the kitchen know how to cook,” Grayson thought out loud for a second.
• I don't blame him anyway.
• “Listen guys, don’t get distracted.” Damon interrupted. “What do we do?”
• Grayson shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know.”
• “Why don’t we dip it in hot water?” Grimm brought up another idea.
• “We don’t have time for that.” Bane disagreed. “Mom will get here in seconds. She can’t come and see the turkey burning hot.”
• “But that’s the only way.” Damon whined. “We can’t have her come and see this.”
• “What’s going on here?”
• We all screamed and covered the turkey behind us in a reflex. Who could have known she would get back sooner than expected?
• “Did something happen?” She looked at each of us and none of us dared to look her in the eye. “Stop with the smile, Damon. It’s pushing my guts out.” She sighed and rubbed her forehead.
• “Braillllaaaa.” Stella came with a huge smile on her cheeks, away from my mom in her Cinderella gown. “Look what I goat, Braillllla.” She held up a packet of candy in her little hands.
• “Yeah, I’ve seen it.” I whispered to her to stop coming up to me. I wasn’t in the mood to play with her. That’s how she speaks and calls my name.
• ‘Braillllla’ instead of ‘Braila,’ ‘Look what I goat’ instead of ‘Look what I got’
• Her language is perfectly nice. Don't mind me, I'm just being sarcastic here.
• “Don’t tell me…oh. Now I know what it is.” My mother pointed at each of us with a nod.