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    Smiling Faces – (Chapter: Chapter Twelve)

    Spencer’s POV

    I woke Glen with a poke to his stomach. He wiggled at my touch, his lips curling into a smile, and pulled his thumb up to his mouth. I fought to contain the laughter itching at my throat, my eyes watering instantly. I poked him again and this time he cracked open his left eye, the pupil darting around lazily.

    “Gah…wha…no” he managed, and I sat up, my twin sized bed creaking with our combined weight.

    “Up!” I commanded with another poke. He swatted at my hand a bit to forcefully and toppled out of the bed. He landed with a boom that shook the wood floor. I howled with laughter, gripping my sides as if to keep them from bursting.

    “What on earth?” My Mom screamed coming down the hall, and soon she flung open the door. She looked from Glen sprawled on the floor, to me, then back to Glen, and erupted in giggles too. She gripped the edge of the door with one hand to steady herself, pale face burning red.

    “Ooohhhh,” Glen said, said turning away from the open door and my amused eyes, holding his head and curling into a ball.

    “I swear I haven’t laughed this hard since…well since Glen was a senior and you guys still did this every morning,” my mother squealed, mopping her eyes.

    I nodded in agreement, clambering out of the bed and to my now snoring brother. “Glenny-poo,” I called but only solicited a groan. I knelt beside him and pushed my hands through his golden hair. “Up big guy!” I yelled and he jerked at the sound. Suddenly he stretched, turning onto his back and making a stationary snow angel. He made sure to accidentally punch me in the process. I was glad.

    “I made breakfast if you too are interested. And after that I want you gone. The last thing that I need is another relapse and I’ll be making bag lunches and writing sticky notes all day.”

    I smiled at the memory. “I could actually really use a sticky right now Mom,” I said with a grin.

    “I’ll go whip one up,” she said with a nod and disappeared through the door. When I turned again, Glen was considering me with wide eyes and dried drool on his cheek.

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