Modern!Ed is in a Mood
Ok, it's official - I think I'm spamming you all. Anyway, it's Ed's turn to get the pov and of course, he spends the entire time arguing with his brother. I think someone's missing his mom.
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Modern!Ed is in a Mood
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“Peter! Peter!”
Considering how long he had been shouting, it was completely unfair that Peter hadn’t shown up yet. On the one hand, Edmund considered that that might actually be a good thing; the bedroom floor was littered with clothes, DVDs, and various Nintendo games that he’d dumped out of his duffle bag in a rush. Were anyone to walk in, they’d probably have a fit. On the other hand, there was a reason he’d been shouting for his brother, and it wasn’t exactly as though the house was big enough for anyone to get lost in, no matter what Lucy said.
“Peter!”
The name echoed down the corridor but still no reply. Edmund huffed and stared down in annoyance at the scattered items before him. One more time, he dug a hand into the bottom of his bag, pushing aside old candy wrappers and fingers closing around - nothing. Drat. It still wasn’t there.
“PETER!”
But no one came.
Edmund huffed again, just in case Peter really could hear him, and then used the side of the bed to pull himself up. The view of the floor when he was standing only exaggerated the extent of the mess he had made; Edmund frowned down at it and then stalked out of the room.
Peter wasn’t in the hall, nor was he in any of the nearby rooms. A search of the entire floor yielded no results and only helped Edmund’s irritation to grow. Down the stairs he went, and poked a head into every room he passed. No Peter, no Peter, no Peter - and then, into the kitchen, and there!
His older brother barely noticed, eyes distant and head bobbing in time to the music that Edmund could hear coming from the earbuds.
“Peter,” Edmund said again, and when his brother didn’t turn, he stomped across the kitchen. There was a part of him that knew he was being petty but that didn’t stop him from yanking out Peter’s earbuds.
“Hey!” Peter yelped, and nearly tipped over his chair in trying to grab them back. “Stop that!”
Edmund danced out of reach. “Where’s my Nintendo cord?”
“Your what?” Peter made a grab but Edmund dodged him and tucked his hand behind his back.
“My Nintendo’s power cord. It’s almost dead and I can’t recharge it without the cord.”
Peter had grabbed his shoulder and was trying to reach around for the earbuds. “I haven’t seen it. You were the one that packed it.” There was a moment as both brothers stilled. “You did pack it, right?”
Edmund cast his mind back to the day before. He’d had everything else packed, he’d put the cord on the bed - “Of course I did!” He must have moved it to his duffle, right?
“Bet you didn’t.” Peter was calm again, having gotten a hold of Edmund’s wrist. He was now in the process of prying Edmund’s fingers away from the earbuds.
“I did, too!” His fingers slipped and the earbuds were gone. Edmund tried desperately to snatch them back but Peter was tall enough to hold them out of reach. “I’m telling Mom!”
“Mom’s gone, remember?”
Drat. Peter was right. It had only been an hour ago that the gardener had finished up with the car and Mom had taken off in a flurry, nearly a day late for arriving at Aunt Alberta's house. Edmund suppressed the unexpected urge to cry and jumped for the earbuds instead. He missed - oh, how he hated being short! “Peterrrr.”
The next time Edmund jumped, he fell against his brother and both boys tumbled back against the chair. There was a loud clatter and a frightfully disorienting moment as both boys and chair collapsed to the ground. And at that very moment, the kitchen door squeaked open.
It was Peter who recovered first, scrambling upright before sliding his hands into his pockets - and earbuds with them - and putting on his teacher’s-pet expresion. “Mrs. Macready,” he began apologetically, before Edmund interrupted.
“He stole my power cord!”
“What? No!”
“You’re not Dad. You can’t limit my game time.”
“I didn’t - I swear, Mrs. Macready, I didn’t.”
The woman took one step forward. Neither boy had realized just how formidable the housekeeper could be when riled up.
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Modern!Ed is in a Mood
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“Peter! Peter!”
Considering how long he had been shouting, it was completely unfair that Peter hadn’t shown up yet. On the one hand, Edmund considered that that might actually be a good thing; the bedroom floor was littered with clothes, DVDs, and various Nintendo games that he’d dumped out of his duffle bag in a rush. Were anyone to walk in, they’d probably have a fit. On the other hand, there was a reason he’d been shouting for his brother, and it wasn’t exactly as though the house was big enough for anyone to get lost in, no matter what Lucy said.
“Peter!”
The name echoed down the corridor but still no reply. Edmund huffed and stared down in annoyance at the scattered items before him. One more time, he dug a hand into the bottom of his bag, pushing aside old candy wrappers and fingers closing around - nothing. Drat. It still wasn’t there.
“PETER!”
But no one came.
Edmund huffed again, just in case Peter really could hear him, and then used the side of the bed to pull himself up. The view of the floor when he was standing only exaggerated the extent of the mess he had made; Edmund frowned down at it and then stalked out of the room.
Peter wasn’t in the hall, nor was he in any of the nearby rooms. A search of the entire floor yielded no results and only helped Edmund’s irritation to grow. Down the stairs he went, and poked a head into every room he passed. No Peter, no Peter, no Peter - and then, into the kitchen, and there!
His older brother barely noticed, eyes distant and head bobbing in time to the music that Edmund could hear coming from the earbuds.
“Peter,” Edmund said again, and when his brother didn’t turn, he stomped across the kitchen. There was a part of him that knew he was being petty but that didn’t stop him from yanking out Peter’s earbuds.
“Hey!” Peter yelped, and nearly tipped over his chair in trying to grab them back. “Stop that!”
Edmund danced out of reach. “Where’s my Nintendo cord?”
“Your what?” Peter made a grab but Edmund dodged him and tucked his hand behind his back.
“My Nintendo’s power cord. It’s almost dead and I can’t recharge it without the cord.”
Peter had grabbed his shoulder and was trying to reach around for the earbuds. “I haven’t seen it. You were the one that packed it.” There was a moment as both brothers stilled. “You did pack it, right?”
Edmund cast his mind back to the day before. He’d had everything else packed, he’d put the cord on the bed - “Of course I did!” He must have moved it to his duffle, right?
“Bet you didn’t.” Peter was calm again, having gotten a hold of Edmund’s wrist. He was now in the process of prying Edmund’s fingers away from the earbuds.
“I did, too!” His fingers slipped and the earbuds were gone. Edmund tried desperately to snatch them back but Peter was tall enough to hold them out of reach. “I’m telling Mom!”
“Mom’s gone, remember?”
Drat. Peter was right. It had only been an hour ago that the gardener had finished up with the car and Mom had taken off in a flurry, nearly a day late for arriving at Aunt Alberta's house. Edmund suppressed the unexpected urge to cry and jumped for the earbuds instead. He missed - oh, how he hated being short! “Peterrrr.”
The next time Edmund jumped, he fell against his brother and both boys tumbled back against the chair. There was a loud clatter and a frightfully disorienting moment as both boys and chair collapsed to the ground. And at that very moment, the kitchen door squeaked open.
It was Peter who recovered first, scrambling upright before sliding his hands into his pockets - and earbuds with them - and putting on his teacher’s-pet expresion. “Mrs. Macready,” he began apologetically, before Edmund interrupted.
“He stole my power cord!”
“What? No!”
“You’re not Dad. You can’t limit my game time.”
“I didn’t - I swear, Mrs. Macready, I didn’t.”
The woman took one step forward. Neither boy had realized just how formidable the housekeeper could be when riled up.