Blog Post #36-27102016: The Big Man Chapter 6 Preview #2 · 9:32pm Oct 27th, 2016
Decided to keep you readers up to date on this fic. I'll have the rest of it up soon...hopefully.
Arriving home had not been fun for Spike. As soon as he stepped into the house, Spike was nearly assaulted by his mom, Annabel, who was barraging him with questions while also scolding him for getting into a fight on his first day of school. Spike’s father, Michael, was no better as he asked him if he won the fight, which sparked an argument between the parents. Not wanting to be in the middle of a parental dispute, Spike immediately went to his room and started on his homework. Afterwards, after triple checking his work (a trait he got from Twilight), he lay on his bed and rested, wondering how his friends were doing, especially since he and Twilight were supposed to be star gazing later tonight.
It had been a couple of hours since Spike had arrived home. He and his parents were having dinner and conversing about the day, though his parents were doing most of the talking. Spike, for his part, was picking at his salad as he waited anxiously for Twilight to call. He knew that he and Twilight were scheduled for star gazing that evening, but considering today’s events, especially Twilight getting detention along with her friends, was feeling a bit doubtful about things going forward as scheduled. Yes, Spike had assured Twilight that things would be fine, but that didn’t mean the schedule would keep.
“Spike, you’re barely eating,” Annabel Drake said with concern in her voice.
“Huh? Oh sorry, mom,” Spike looked up and apologized as she shook his head. “Just have a lot on my mind lately.”
Annabel Drake was fairly attractive long green haired woman who had kept in shape even after having given birth to Spike all those years ago. She was a tall and slim and was actually an inch taller than her husband, Michael. She was conservatively dressed in a purple blouse and black slacks.
“I’ll bet,” said Michael Drake as he ate his salad. “Just be glad you weren’t part of Rivals Night at the pub last night. Just one bruise meant you got lucky to escape with your life.”
Michael Drake was a bearded man with dark short hair, dressed in black, collared shirt and dark blue pants. Though he was shorter than his wife Annabel, Michael looked pretty strong but not overly muscular. Like his wife, he kept in shape, though it was more about looking and staying tough than anything else.
“You really shouldn’t be making light of happened to Spike, Mike,” chided Annabel.
“I’m not, Annie,” assured Michael. “But considering our boy was getting chased around school and getting punched by a gang banger, I thought he would be a little worse for wear.”
“He still shouldn’t be looking for a fight,” Anna said, shaking her head.
“Mom, for the last time, I wasn’t looking for a fight,” Spike argued.
“I just don’t want you getting into trouble,” Annabel said worriedly.
“Annie, he’s had a rough day,” Michael said. Then he took a teasing tone and said, “Besides, he’s not alone out there. Spike’s got his girlfriends looking out for him.”
“Dad, quit it,” frowned Spike as he blushed.
“Aw, let your old man have his fun, boy,” laughed Michael. “I was never this popular with the ladies when I was your age. Your mother, on the other hand-
“Choose your words carefully, dear,” warned Annabel as she cut her husband off.
I love the conversation between Spike and his parents. They're portrayed so well.
Spike's mom has got it goin' on...
Also,Mike rhymes with Spike. Cool.