Tag Archives: Sebastian

Mother’s Day Done Right

May 12, 2019 •Posted in Neighbor from Hell, R.L. Mathewson Chronicles •No Comments »

“Daddy, there’s something wrong with Happy,” Mikey whispered urgently as she pulled on his arm.

“What’s going on?” Reese asked, allowing himself to be pulled out of bed as he struggled to wake up and make sense out of what was going on even as he remembered to grab the small white box with a tiny green ribbon tied around it out of his nightstand and left it on his pillow in case his wife woke up while he was gone.

“Please!” Mikey whispered, her voice breaking at the end as she pulled him towards his bedroom door.

Tickets: Part I

February 24, 2019 •Posted in Neighbor from Hell, R.L. Mathewson Chronicles •5 Comments »

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to let the kids spend any more time with Mikey.”

“Why?” Haley asked, unable to help but frown as she pushed her glasses back up.

“Because she’s a bad influence,” Jason bit out with a glare leveled across the large dining room table at the twelve-year-old girl in question.

“You’re still not going,” Mikey said, pausing mid-roll of the baseball between her hands to take a bite out of the grilled cheese sandwich that he’d made her.

“You have eight tickets,” he pointed out between clenched teeth.

“True,” Mikey murmured thoughtfully before pointing out, “but I asked for ham in my sandwich.”

Christmas Shopping

December 16, 2018 •Posted in NFH, R.L. Mathewson Chronicles •3 Comments »

“Get in the truck,” came the demand that would have normally had her running the other way and yelling for her Dad, but since she had a math test waiting for her at school today …

Mikey turned around and climbed into the black pick-up truck, shoving her best friend out of the way in the process and once he accepted the fact that she was sitting next to the door, she shoved her backpack onto his lap, adjusted her baseball cap, put her seatbelt on, grabbed her baseball out of her bag, and sat back with a sigh and another wiggle to ensure that the large boy glaring at her understood that the large comfortable passenger seat was hers. He responded by tossing her bag in the back, unclipping her belt, picking her up and shifting towards the right before promptly depositing her in the middle where she was expected to use a lap belt and accept less than half the foot space while squeezing in between him and his father.

“Happy Thanksgiving” an R.L. Mathewson Chronicle

November 22, 2018 •Posted in Neighbor from Hell, R.L. Mathewson Chronicles •3 Comments »

Why was it so dark? Mikey couldn’t help but wonder with a groan as she tried to find the willpower to leave the comfort of her bed. It took several grumbles, a few muttered curses that would have immediately resulted in her spending the next month in her room if her mom heard her, but eventually she managed to shove the covers off.

It took a few more grumbles until she managed to sit up. Several minutes later, her feet touched the floor and she managed to stand up so that she could stumble her way to the bathroom that she shared with her brothers. Ten minutes later, five of which had been spent staring longingly back at her bed, she finished using the bathroom, brushed her hair and teeth, washed her face, changed into the Yankees tee shirt that Uncle Trevor had given her to replace her old Red Sox tee shirt that he’d incinerate, and peeked in on her brothers.

The Favor: Part I

November 4, 2018 •Posted in Neighbor from Hell, R.L. Mathewson Chronicles •5 Comments »

“She’s not going to do it,” Sebastian said, not bothering to look up from the book that he’d helped himself to from her backpack while she tried to figure out why Cole and Jonathan were staring at her.

“You don’t know that,” Cole said as he gave her a hopeful smile that matched Jonathan’s.

“I really do,” Sebastian said, sounding bored as he reached over and helped himself to the PB&J sandwich that his mother made for her.

“Know what?” she asked, rolling her baseball between her hands as she sat there, trying to find the willpower to do her homework.

“We need a favor,” Jonathan said, which were normally the words that would have sent her running, but since she was trying to get out of doing her algebra homework or whatever it was that they were studying in math, she decided to see where this was going.

Date Night: Part I

September 30, 2018 •Posted in NFH, R.L. Mathewson Chronicles •No Comments »

“What if she says no?”

“Why would she say no?” Trevor asked his son as he stood in front of the closet door mirror, trying to get his tie right.

“That’s what I was wondering,” his son’s partner-in-crime asked from where she laid on her bed, rolling a baseball between her hands.

“Because she loves me,” he said with a sigh when he was forced to pull his tie free and try again.

“I thought she lost a bet?” Mikey asked, sending Sebastian a questioning look.

School Shopping: Part V

August 19, 2018 •Posted in NFH, R.L. Mathewson Chronicles •2 Comments »

“Okay,” Mikey said with a little nod as she slowly exhaled and handed him a dull spoon, “I’m ready. Try to make it as painless as possible.”

“No,” he said, turning the page of the book that he must have read a hundred times already.

When the small hands fisted in his shirt and he found himself being shaken by his psychotic best friend. “They’re getting a cake!” she hissed, stressing this announcement with another shake that nearly made him lose his place.

“So? You like cake,” he said with a shrug as he reached up and gently pulled her hands so that he could return to his book.

“Not for this!” she hissed somewhat hysterically as she shifted next to him so that she could look over the back of the booth and watch as their fathers checked out the selection of ice cream cakes.

School Shopping: Part IV

August 12, 2018 •Posted in NFH, R.L. Mathewson Chronicles •No Comments »

“I’d really like to go home now,” Mikey said from behind the safety of her hands since they provided an opportunity for her to continue pretending that this wasn’t happening, but unfortunately for her, her father wasn’t willing to do the same.

“Food hasn’t arrived yet,” he pointed out helplessly.

“I’m not hungry,” she said, really wishing that they weren’t here, and they wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the other man sitting across from her.

“Big day,” Uncle Trevor murmured, no doubt shooting her another encouraging smile that was meant to reassure her that everything was okay when they all knew that her life was over.

“Big day,” her father murmured in agreement while the boy that was supposed to be her best friend sat next to her, reading the book he’d apparently had stashed in the van and ignoring her during her time of need.

School Shopping: Part III

August 5, 2018 •Posted in NFH, R.L. Mathewson Chronicles •10 Comments »

“You’ll pay for this,” Mikey bit out while the middle-aged woman pulling a roll of measuring tape out of her pocket ushered her towards the fitting rooms in the back.

“You really will,” Sebastian, who really should have known better than to try to hide in the electronics department, said from the plastic double stroller shaped like a car that they’d found abandoned by housewares that they’d somehow managed to shove him into.

“I’m starving,” Reese said, sighing heavily and looking absolutely bored while Trevor looked around, imagining Zoe in every piece of silk, lace, and a combination of the two.

God, what he wouldn’t give to see her in that black-

School Shopping: Part II

July 29, 2018 •Posted in NFH, R.L. Mathewson Chronicles •2 Comments »

“Maybe we should call mom?” Sebastian suggested as he stood there, shooting a helpless glance towards his father and uncle who were still off to the side arguing before glancing back at the van to find Mikey still hiding in the back seat.

“We really should,” Mikey seconded from the safety of the van.

“We’ve got this,” his father said firmly, which was seconded by a firm nod by Uncle Reese and a shared fist bump that had Sebastian standing there, licking his lips nervously as he watched his uncle pluck Mikey out of the van, throw her over his shoulder and head towards the mall.

“Let’s go,” his father said, gesturing for him to follow, but he didn’t want to follow.

He didn’t want to go in there for this, because he knew that if he did that he would never be able to look his best friend in the eye again. So, it was for her and her alone that he turned around and-

R.L. Mathewson

Welcome to the World of R.L. Mathewson