One Time Grace Kicked Wally (x-posted to teensytwinthing)
A/N: winchesterjerk's mun is to blame, as usual. She challenged me to write "one time Grace kicked Wally." I accepted. Yay. Also, this marks the very first time I've ever written either of Grace's not!parents. Ever. Crazy!
“Wally, put me down!” Grace was whining, and struggling against her big brother’s hold on her. She’d always been a little small for her age, which was why, even though she was in elementary school, her big brother could still just barely manage to pick her up. When she was struggling like she was now, though, he realized his days of being able to just lift her up and out of trouble were numbered.
Wally just sighed. “No.” He said it firmly, and adjusted his grip on her, hoping that maybe new arm positioning would make it easier to keep her from escaping. “If you don’t stop all of that wiggling, you’re going to ruin of our clothes, and Mom isn’t gonna be happy.”
The threat of Mom being unhappy didn’t seem to matter to Grace, who started to struggle even more. “Wally, if you don’t let me go, I won’t be able to find it!”
“There are no ghosts in the backyard, Gracie, I promise.” He was trying his best to be patient with her.
“I saw one and I’ll show you!” Just when he thought she couldn’t get any harder to hold on to, she did. “Put me down!”
“If I put you down, you’ll run out in the backyard and get mud all over yourself.” The wrinkled clothes were bad enough, but if Grace added mud into the mix, they’d never hear the end of it--Grace, for getting mud all over her clothes, and Wally, for not keeping her out of it. “You already managed to get in trouble twice this morning, are you going for a new record or something?”
Grace stopped struggling, then stared at him for a minute as she thought of a way to free herself. “Maybe.” Then, for the very first time in her very short life, she kicked her brother hard enough for him to drop her. And when he did, she landed on her feet, and took off, running to the backyard.
Wally groaned and followed her. He wasn’t having a very good day so far, and it wasn’t even ten in the morning yet. And now he was going to have a bruise on his leg, mud on his clothes, an angry mother, and an upset little sister, who, most likely, would be more upset about not finding the ghost cat or squirrel or whatever animal it was this week, in the backyard than facing her mother’s wrath for getting mud all over a white dress. “Grace, come back!”
“Not until I find it!” He couldn’t even see her anymore, but he heard some splashes that he was sure came from Grace running through puddles. A few minutes later, she emerged from behind a bush, covered in mud, and, as predicted, looking upset. “I didn’t find it.”
“I told you-“ Wally started to say it, but was interrupted by their mom, calling for the two of them. He looked at Grace, and groaned again. This wasn’t going to be good.
Grace froze as soon as she heard her mother’s voice, then looked at her dress and finally understood why Wally had held on to her so tight. “…uh-oh.” As fearless as she was, especially when it came to getting in trouble, she’d already been in trouble twice this morning, and figured that a third time would be bad. Very bad.
Mom had made it to the kitchen, and poked her head out of the back door. “Are you two ready to-“ she stopped herself when she saw Grace, and took a deep breath. “Grace, honey, what did you do?”
The fact that she sounded so calm about it all worried the kids even more. Grace looked at the ground, and kicked a rock. “I was chasing a ghost through the bushes.” It sounded even more ridiculous when she said it out loud.
“Why?” Both Grace and Wally could hear the frustrated voice starting to show through the calm one their mom was trying to use.
“I wanted to show Wally.” Grace looked over at her big brother, then back at her mom, then back at the ground. “I didn’t find it, though.”
“That’s because there’s no such thing as ghosts.” Mom was pinching the bridge of her nose now. “We’ve been over this before. There are no ghosts in the backyard.” She put her hands on her hips, and surveyed her children. “Both of you, go change. Grace, take your shoes off before you go inside. And hurry up, we were supposed to leave five minutes ago. That’s the only reason why you’ll have to wait until we get home to find out what your punishment is.” She stepped out of the way, so Grace and Wally could walk past her and inside of the house.
Grace and Wally walked up the stairs to go to their rooms so they could obey their mom’s order to change, and as soon as they were done, they went back down the stairs to meet her in the living room. But before they made it all the way down, Grace stopped Wally by tugging on his sleeve. He stopped, and looked at her. “What is it?”
“Sorry for kicking you.” She looked genuinely sorry about the whole thing. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I just wanted you to let go.”
“I know.” Wally took her hand, and squeezed it. “It’s okay. I get worse bruises from football practice all the time. No hard feelings.” He smiled at her, and smiled wider when she smiled back. “Let’s go, Mom’s waiting. We don’t want her bad mood to get worse.” He finished leading her down the stairs, and they both hoped that they weren’t in trouble for taking their time on the way down.
“Wally, put me down!” Grace was whining, and struggling against her big brother’s hold on her. She’d always been a little small for her age, which was why, even though she was in elementary school, her big brother could still just barely manage to pick her up. When she was struggling like she was now, though, he realized his days of being able to just lift her up and out of trouble were numbered.
Wally just sighed. “No.” He said it firmly, and adjusted his grip on her, hoping that maybe new arm positioning would make it easier to keep her from escaping. “If you don’t stop all of that wiggling, you’re going to ruin of our clothes, and Mom isn’t gonna be happy.”
The threat of Mom being unhappy didn’t seem to matter to Grace, who started to struggle even more. “Wally, if you don’t let me go, I won’t be able to find it!”
“There are no ghosts in the backyard, Gracie, I promise.” He was trying his best to be patient with her.
“I saw one and I’ll show you!” Just when he thought she couldn’t get any harder to hold on to, she did. “Put me down!”
“If I put you down, you’ll run out in the backyard and get mud all over yourself.” The wrinkled clothes were bad enough, but if Grace added mud into the mix, they’d never hear the end of it--Grace, for getting mud all over her clothes, and Wally, for not keeping her out of it. “You already managed to get in trouble twice this morning, are you going for a new record or something?”
Grace stopped struggling, then stared at him for a minute as she thought of a way to free herself. “Maybe.” Then, for the very first time in her very short life, she kicked her brother hard enough for him to drop her. And when he did, she landed on her feet, and took off, running to the backyard.
Wally groaned and followed her. He wasn’t having a very good day so far, and it wasn’t even ten in the morning yet. And now he was going to have a bruise on his leg, mud on his clothes, an angry mother, and an upset little sister, who, most likely, would be more upset about not finding the ghost cat or squirrel or whatever animal it was this week, in the backyard than facing her mother’s wrath for getting mud all over a white dress. “Grace, come back!”
“Not until I find it!” He couldn’t even see her anymore, but he heard some splashes that he was sure came from Grace running through puddles. A few minutes later, she emerged from behind a bush, covered in mud, and, as predicted, looking upset. “I didn’t find it.”
“I told you-“ Wally started to say it, but was interrupted by their mom, calling for the two of them. He looked at Grace, and groaned again. This wasn’t going to be good.
Grace froze as soon as she heard her mother’s voice, then looked at her dress and finally understood why Wally had held on to her so tight. “…uh-oh.” As fearless as she was, especially when it came to getting in trouble, she’d already been in trouble twice this morning, and figured that a third time would be bad. Very bad.
Mom had made it to the kitchen, and poked her head out of the back door. “Are you two ready to-“ she stopped herself when she saw Grace, and took a deep breath. “Grace, honey, what did you do?”
The fact that she sounded so calm about it all worried the kids even more. Grace looked at the ground, and kicked a rock. “I was chasing a ghost through the bushes.” It sounded even more ridiculous when she said it out loud.
“Why?” Both Grace and Wally could hear the frustrated voice starting to show through the calm one their mom was trying to use.
“I wanted to show Wally.” Grace looked over at her big brother, then back at her mom, then back at the ground. “I didn’t find it, though.”
“That’s because there’s no such thing as ghosts.” Mom was pinching the bridge of her nose now. “We’ve been over this before. There are no ghosts in the backyard.” She put her hands on her hips, and surveyed her children. “Both of you, go change. Grace, take your shoes off before you go inside. And hurry up, we were supposed to leave five minutes ago. That’s the only reason why you’ll have to wait until we get home to find out what your punishment is.” She stepped out of the way, so Grace and Wally could walk past her and inside of the house.
Grace and Wally walked up the stairs to go to their rooms so they could obey their mom’s order to change, and as soon as they were done, they went back down the stairs to meet her in the living room. But before they made it all the way down, Grace stopped Wally by tugging on his sleeve. He stopped, and looked at her. “What is it?”
“Sorry for kicking you.” She looked genuinely sorry about the whole thing. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I just wanted you to let go.”
“I know.” Wally took her hand, and squeezed it. “It’s okay. I get worse bruises from football practice all the time. No hard feelings.” He smiled at her, and smiled wider when she smiled back. “Let’s go, Mom’s waiting. We don’t want her bad mood to get worse.” He finished leading her down the stairs, and they both hoped that they weren’t in trouble for taking their time on the way down.