TYSON
“This feels like girl stuff.”Dean looks at my pile of supplies with narrowed eyes.
“The glue gun will not make your dick smaller, Dean. I promise.” I hand him a Styrofoam ball.
“What about glitter?”
“I don’t know. Why don’t we sprinkle it in your lap and see what happens?” I wave the plastic container full of red sparkles in Dean’s direction.
He covers his groin with two hands and vehemently shakes his head. “No. Please!”
Logan watches this all with interest. I cock my head. “Logan, you okay with glue and glitter?”
He nods. “We glued and glittered in school today.”
“That’s my boy.” I rub his head. “See how brave your brother is,” I say to Dean. “You going to be outclassed by a six year old?”
“Will not.” He grabs the glue gun.
“Will too!” shouts Logan.
“You can’t even use the glue gun!” Dean shouts. “You’re too young.”
“I’m not too young. I can use the glue gun,” insists Logan.
I start to agree, but Rory catches my eye and shakes her head. I guess glue guns are too dangerous for a six year old.
“Let’s paint the glue on the pine cones,” I suggest, sliding a paint brush in Logan’s direction. “Your brother and sister can use the glue gun with the Styrofoam instead.”
Logan gets a mulish expression on his face and crosses his arms. “I don’t wanna. I want to use the glue gun.”
“I think we should all use the paint-on glue. The last time I used a glue gun, I burned my finger, and it hurt for days.” Rory plops down next to Dean and pulls her legs into a crisscross position.
I snatch the glue gun off the table and throw it over my shoulder. “Glue guns should be outlawed,” I announce.
“Like the spinning wheels in Snow White?” Rory laughs.
My breath catches, and my mind stops working momentarily at the sound. She’s so beautiful when she’s happy, and her laughter fills me with warmth. I could be happy just sitting next to her and listening to her make random noises. It’s a dorky sentiment, but I can’t help it.
“Yeah, like that. Hey, Logan, make a video for me, will ya? I’ll pay you.”
His eyes brighten, and he grabs my phone, but Rory holds up her hand. “No, you are not paying.”
“Of course I am. This content earns money, so there’s no reason why Logan shouldn’t be paid. I’m not into exploiting child labor.” I nod to Logan to go ahead. He happily starts filming.
“What do you mean your videos earn money?” Rory asks.
“I have a couple of brand deals.”
“What’s brand deals?” Dean asks.
“It’s when a company pays you money to mention them. Like Mr. Deloitte and his car dealership.”
“You do ads for Deloitte’s Deals?” Rory butts in.
“No. It’s for these.” I pluck at my jeans. “I wore a pair one day and got a lot of likes. The company emailed me and asked if I would put their brand in my tags whenever I wore them, and they paid me for it.”
Rory is shocked. “I didn’t know that. Why didn’t you say anything?”