Sandra Collins emerged from JC Penny with two bags in hand and a satisfied smile on her face. Her daughter was a good, obedient child, so she didn't have to worry about her trying to sneak peeks of her presents, but she had left her to wait at Starbucks anyways. Of course, Sandra doubted she would even mind. Though Emma was a teenage girl on her prime years, she didn't like to shop, and considered it a hassle if nothing else. Popping her head into the cafe, which was busier than normal with the Black Friday rush, she found the girl pressed up against a corner with a latter in hand, and her nose in a book.
"Emma!" She called, waving to her daughter. Glancing up, Emma sighed in relief as she saw her mom in the doorway, excited to et out of this bustling crowd. Starbucks was one of her few guilty pleasures, but on a day like this, she'd rather avoid it like the plague.
"Can we leave yet?" Emma moaned habitually as she squeezed her way out of the shop,making her mom laugh.
"Sorry hon, we're nowhere near done yet. The morning's only just begun!" Another groan escaped from Emma's lips as her shoulders hunched over.
"Can't I just wait at Barnes and Noble?" She asked hopefully.
"A mother that's willing to take her daughter out and buy anything, and all she wants to do is stick her nose into more books. How did we end up this way? You never even ask me for anything!"
"You know, most mom's would kill to have a daughter like me. I've never met a woman that wants her daughter to ask incessantly for mundane objects. Do you have any idea how much money you save on me? All my friends run around flaunting fifty dollar shoes and bags, and they spend hours begging their mom's to get these things for them." Despite her complaints, Emma was truthfully very excited to spend the day with her mom, despite the less than desirable circumstances. With the twins at home and her new full time job, Sandra almost never had time to spend with Emma, so she would take what she had and make the best of it. "Tell you what, I can compromise. Food court?"
"You had breakfast an hour ago."
"Hey, I'm a growing girl!"
"You're too tall anyways."
Meanwhile, back at the Collins household, a pair of devilish six year old twins tore through the house chaotically. Kenny had already managed to get all of his clothes off, and Tammy was slowly getting there, struggling with the buttons of her shirt.
"Hey! Get back here, you little-" Richard stopped, and ran around to the other kitchen entrance, crouching down with open arms as the pair ran straight into his trap. With a grunt, he wrapped each arm around a torso and lifted their giggling forms up. "Oh, you little rascals! Who're my little troublemakers?"
"Daddy!" They squealed, legs kicking wildly. "Let us down, let us down!"
"Ah ah ah, you've been caught! You know what that means?"
"No!" They both squealed, still giggling though their movements grew more alarmed.
"It's time for the Tickle Monster!" The household was filled with happy, and slightly frantic, laughter as he dropped them onto the couch and relentlessly attacked their exposed stomachs with wiggling fingers. It was going to be a long day, taking care of these two without his experienced wife, but he couldn't complain too much. What else could a man ask for, than a day off from that chaos of work to spend with his kids?
"Come on, come on..." Jessica Davis was laying back on her bed, with the TV on, yet she could not bring herself to relax. She was a reporter, there was no such thing as a break for her. It was Black Friday, and somewhere, something exciting had to be happening. She glanced at her phone over and over again, not even sure what was happening on the TV show that was on. "Oh come on, she's crying again? What the hell is this garbage, people watch this stuff?" Unable to stand her fidgeting fingers any longer, she reached over to grabber phone, and stared at the empty notifications in disappointment. "Come on, news, where are you? If you're happening, someone's got to report you, and that is going to be me. I'll fill these channels with something that matters..." Glancing to her right, she walked her fingers towards her phone again, willing it to come alive with lights and-
"Yes!" She gasped, snatching the mobile device up. As she unlocked the screen, small loving words lit up the screen.
Want to meet us for dinner tonight? We miss you already! :-)
"...GOD DAMN IT!"