Andlat's Story Spot

"Luke! Wake up! We're gonna be late, sleepy head!" Luke snapped awake, but that still did not make him quick enough to avoid Liam, who lifted him out of bed. "Give Teddy a good morning kiss." "What time is it?" Luke squirmed in Liam's arms. Liam snapped the waistband of Luke's briefs. "Give Teddy a kiss." Luke groaned and kissed the stuffed bear. "It's time to leave for soccer practice. It starts in like ten minutes." "What? I overslept? Why didn't you wake me up?" "It's my responsibility to wake my big brother up?" The way he said 'big brother' left no doubts just how much he doubted Luke's big brother status. "You know what I mea" before Luke could even finish his irritated sentence, Liam had pushed a pacifier into his mouth. "There's my baby brother." He cooed and kissed Luke's bare chest before blowing a raspberry into his tummy. "Ooh, what a h...

Luke jolted awake as the thunder shook the house. He groaned and rolled over, pushing away the teddy bear Liam still forced him to hug every night. What time was it? Out of habit, he looked over at the nightstand before remembering that Liam had taken away his clock after he threw a fit about being put to bed so early each and every night. He groaned as the memory came back of standing there in just his underwear as Liam kissed his nose and promised that 'big brother' would keep track of time for him from now on. Listening to the rain outside, it quickly sunk in that it was not just the thunder that had woken Luke up. He needed to pee. Kicking off the blanket and smirking a bit triumphantly as the teddy bear tumbled to the floor, Luke grimaced at how his Buzz Lightyear briefs seemed visible even at night, glowing almost fluorescently white and blue. He got out of bed and pondered getting dressed. Wearing Toy Story pajamas at least seemed marginally less embarrassing than walki...

"Why is the sun so bright?" Luke whined. "It's called being out in the daytime, Lukey loo." Liam said, taking Luke's hand before they crossed the street. "I don't need to hold your hand every time." "I can always carry you." Liam replied mildly. Luke grumbled. At least they were almost to the soccer fields. "Still think it's dumb that I have to go to your soccer thing with you." "Practice, Luke." "Well" "And you have to go because you're starting to get pale. You've been hiding inside for so long, you're almost as white as your briefs!" Luke grumbled. "Shuddup." Liam laughed. "I love my baby boy." "I am not a baby!" "Geez. I bet you wouldn't be so fussy if I had put you in your comfy clothes." "I wouldn't be caught dead in the park in those Toy Story pajamas." "They're not pajamas." Liam said patiently as th...

The peaceful stillness of Luke’s morning was disrupted by the sound of his door flying open and Liam stepping in. “Rise and shine!” “Go away, Liam!” Luke pulled the blanket over his head. “Let me sleep.” “Breakfast’s on the table. Mom sent me to come grab you.” Liam moved further into the room, picking his way through books, small mountains of dirty laundry, and even a few half full bags of chips. “Tell her I’ll eat later.” Luke groaned. “Nope. It’s a whole family affair.” Liam strode over and picked Luke up, blanket and all. “Let me get dressed first.” “You’re late to breakfast. No time. You can just wear your blanket.” “Liam!” “It’s not like you’re naked under there, is it?” He held tightly to his squirming brother and took a peek. “See? You’ve got your little undies on.” He snickered at Luke’s growl. “Little Lukey’s tighty whities.” “Liam!” “You can get dressed after breakfast.” An idea suddenly occurred to Liam. “Tell you what, if mom or dad tells you you can’t wear your...

“You should come over now that the day’s over and we’ll play” the voices faded as their owners left the locker room, leaving Luke alone in the locker room. He stopped pretending to text and began to undress, glancing over his shoulder every now and again. He would not have to go through all this if his mom would just buy him boxers! He grimaced as he saw the familiar sight of white cotton briefs, the only thing he ever wore. It sucked that this was keeping him from going home. After all, gym was the last period of the day, but he did not dare expose his tighty whities to his classmates. “Why didn’t I open my locker first?” He muttered, struggling as he always did to remember the combination. Was fifteen before or after twenty-two? “Damn it.” He muttered. “You’re still here?” He barely bit back a yelp as the gruff voice cut through the silence of the locker room. “Uh, yeah. Had to wait for the showers to open.” He knew it was an obvious lie. His hair was dry as a bone. Coach Collins...

At first, Cody wondered if he would be able to sleep outside, but in a way, it was like camping. The next morning, he emerged from his doghouse with a yawn. He made it over to his tree and peed before he wondered why he was crawling when he was alone in the backyard. He stood up, wobbling a bit. "There we go." He said. A squirrel in the tree chittered angrily at him and he yipped at it before realizing that was not the right way to prove he was still a boy. He cleared his throat. "Get out of here, squirrel!" He said, but something told him that more yips were all that came out of his mouth. "If I'm going to be a dog, can't I at least bark like one?" He wondered aloud. "If I'm gonna be a dog, why do I gotta be a woolly pink one?" He picked at one of the furry doughnuts around his wrist as he walked toward the house. Finding the back door locked, Cody sat down in one of the chairs on the patio, looking down at his pink feet, pink legs, ...

Dylan sighed as he wracked his brain. He needed something for Mother's Day, but what? Flowers, candy, candles, it all seemed so cliché. Mom had been making a huge deal out of how he was moving out now that school was nearly over, so he figured the least he could do was get her something memorable. “Can't wait to get out of this dumb town.” He muttered to himself as he left the fourth store empty-handed. “Looking for a Mother's Day gift?” A peppy woman said from a kiosk. Normally, Dylan just ignored that sort of thing, but he found himself walking over. “Isn't everyone?” “That's fair.” She conceded. “But let me guess, nothing seems right?” “Yeah.” “Moms can be so hard to shop for.” She picked up a small pink box from the table in front of her. “But this? This is exactly what she wants.” “What is it?” It looked like a jewelry box wrapped in a lacy white ribbon. It fit nicely in the woman's hand, so jewelry seemed right. “It's what your mom wants. Her...