Well, good news. The family's having a pleasant dinner, like a Normal family should. I mean who am I kidding, I don't really know if our family is the perfect example for the definition of the word normal. But, it's good. I'm starting to get used to it.

Anyway, Reese is happy that the 1 week bet is over with. He told me that it was hard for him to not call me "Becky Boo" without me giving him the "Remember the Bet" face. It was fine, until the bet was over with.

He keeps hitting on me, flirting with me, and tries to put the moves on me. I guess the word "step-sister" hasn't really fully got to his brain yet. But, when I think about it, he really doesn't think or remember anything. Or maybe it's me? Because, we are step-siblings not blood related. Also, if we were related. That would be incest. That would just be awkward...

Well, everything was fine until this happened.

"Oh mom." Said Reese, while holding a spoon filled with mash potatoes waiting to aim at mom's face. "Don't even think about it." Replied mom. "Relax, I wasn't going to." Said Reese. "Then, don't." Said mom. "I wasn't going to." He replied.

"Then, don't." Said mom. They went on and on about it. "Reese, just let it go." I said. "Becky, stay out of it. I wasn't going to." Said Reese. "You were going to throw that at mom?" Asked Dewey. "I wasn't going to!" Yelled Reese. "Jeez Louise, Reese." Said dad. "I wasn't going to!" Said Reese.

"Dad, do something." Said Malcolm. "I'll handle it." Said dad. I saw mom staring at Reese's spoon, until the unexpected happen. I saw dad flick his spoon at mom's face. "What are you doing?" Asked mom. "I'm trying to be cute and spontaneous." Smiled, worriedly, dad.

Then, I saw mom starting to laugh.

"Hahahaa hahahah" I laughed loudly. Then, everyone started to laugh to try to enjoy the mood. Mom stopped laughing. "Don't do it." Said mom. "I wasn't going to." Growled Reese.

Here we go again, welcome to our usual family dinner.

The next day...

Today has been an awesome day for me, because I got to meet Francis. My oldest step-brother who helped us out about mom"s dress last time. He's really nice and cool. Now, I wonder why the guys like him.

"Morning guys." I said, while coming into the kitchen. "Morning Becks." Said Francis. "Morning Becky Boo, and want some cereal?" Said Reese, smiling. "Sure, thanks, Reese." I said, glaring at him. He stopped smiling after that. "Becky Boo?" Questioned Francis.

"Yeah, it's my cute nickname for our baby step-sister." Smiled Reese, while getting my cereal. He gave the cereal to me. "What do you say Becky Boo?" Reese said, smugly. "Thank you, Reese." I said, through clenched teeth. "You're welcome, Becky Bear." Smiled Reese. Then, I rolled my eyes in annoyance.

"Did you approve of this?" Asked Francis. "No, but he keeps calling me that. To just piss me off." I said. "Reese, stop calling me that." "Why?" He said, smugly. "You don't like me when I'm pissed." I said. "Oh I'm so scared." He said sarcastically, waving his arms back and forth.

"You should be." I said. He stopped smiling. I whispered in his ear about what I do to him. "If you don't stop pissing me off, I will chop something off from you that's very important." I whispered in his ear. He stopped. "Ok, I'm done." He said, scaredly.

I saw Dewey come in, and he kept talking about random stuff to Francis. "Shut up, Dewey. Quit bothering Francis." said Reese. "Thank god, you're here. You don't know what it's like dealing with little kids around here." Said Reese. I rolled my eyes off in annoyance.

I saw Malcolm come in from the living room. "Hey Becky, how's the sleep?" Asked Malcolm. "Great." I said. He smiled, I smiled back. He left the living room to go to his room. "So, what's military school like?" I asked, out of the blue. "It's alright, I guess. It requires discipline and responsibility." Said Francis. "Oh ok." I said.

I saw Francis, left the room to get something. "Then, my other Popsicle stick broke, and I got a new one an-." Said Dewey. Then, he got cut off by Reese. "Leave him alone, you little buttmunch." Yelled Reese, while grabbing Dewey by the shoulder.

"Let me go!" Yelled Dewey. "Make me!" Yelled back, Reese. I saw Dewey got on Reese's back and started to fight. "Guys! Stop!" I yelled. But, they didn't listen. "Stay out of this Becky, we don't want to get you involved. " yelled back, Reese. "Yeah, it's between the bozo and I." Replied Dewey.

Thank god, Malcolm came in. "Oh, thank god. You came in here, Malcolm." I said. "Guys, quit it!" Said Malcolm. "I got some news." "What's the news?" I asked. "Listen for a second, I just heard mom and dad." Said Malcolm. "They are thinking about Francis coming home." Dewey got off of Reese's back. "You serious?" Asked Reese.

"Yeah, they want to see how he does with us this weekend." Said Malcolm. "That's cool, we got to go tell him." Said Reese, happily. "No!" Said Malcolm, pushing Reese back. "You know what happens, when Francis gets told on what to do." Then, he told the story of why he ended up going to military school, because he pierced his nose.

"Right, what are we going to do?" Asked Reese. "I don't know, let's try to be good." Said Malcolm. "How do we be good?" Asked Dewey. "I don't know, the thought never occurred to us. But, I think I know one person in this house who is always good and never gets in trouble." Said Malcolm. Reese had an evil smile, along with Dewey and Malcolm. They saw me, on the couch watching tv.

"Hey Becky?" Asked Malcolm. "Yeah." I replied. "We have a question." Said Malcolm. "What?" I asked. "How do we be good?" Asked Reese. "Well, there's no way explaining it. But, the best option is, is try to follow the rules and don't do anything unsafe for us." I replied. "Ok, you have a good point." Said Dewey. "Look, guys I know what's going on." I said.

They all stopped walking, and looked back at me. "What?" Said Malcolm. "You guys are trying to be good, so Francis can come home. Is that correct?" I said. "Yeah, how did you know?" Asked Reese. "Guys, I'm not that stupid. I can see that you guys really care and love your brother." I said. "I would be glad, to help. Since, mom and dad do trust me."

"Really, thanks Becky." Smiled Reese. "I real- I mean we really appreciate it." He came over and gave me a hug. I hugged back, until Reese didn't let go. He just kept hanging on to me. "Um, Reese? You can let go now." I said.

"I know, just hold me tighter so we can cherish and enjoy this moment." Stupidly, enjoying the moment, Reese. Malcolm came over and smacked him in the head. "Ow! What was that for?" Whined Reese. "Snap out of it! It's never going to happen." Said Malcolm.

"We'll see about that, you never know." Argued Reese. "Guys, stop. Let's just do the plan." Said Dewey. "Dewey's right, we should stick to the plan." I said. They both stopped and we saw mom and dad in the living room. "Ok, guys here are the rules." Said mom. She kept going on and on, about the rules. Til she got to the dad with dad.

"Remember, Dewey will tell everything that happened. Also, if Francis doesn't do well as being in charge, Becky will take over. Got it?" Mom said. We all nodded in agreement. "Everything that your mom said, also have good weekend." Said dad. Then, they took off to dad's family member wedding.

"So, what do you guys want to do?" Asked Francis. "Uh, we just want to stay at home and watch tv." I said. "C'mon guys, where's the spirit. Let's go outside." Said Francis. "We can't we're tired." Said Reese. "I'm not tired." Said Dewey. Then, Reese nudged him. "I'm tired." Agreed Dewey. "Becky's right, let's go watch tv." Said Malcolm.

10 minutes later...

Things got boring, we are watching golf. "C'mon guys, lets do something." Said Francis. "Wait! He's on the 6th hole." With sarcasm, Malcolm. Yeah, he's only on the 6th hole, for the past damn 10 minutes. Who am I kidding? What's boring about tv, is when golf's on tv.

I'm on the couch with Reese and Malcolm, I'm in the middle between the both of them. Dewey's on the floor in front of me. Poor Dewey, he looks bored out of his mind. "Hey Becky, here's some diet coke." Said Reese. "I've saved it for you, since I know you like it." "Thanks Reese, how did you know I like it?" I asked. "Well, I,umm, I just, uh." Stuttered Reese.

"Oh, you know what. I remembered, didn't Julie tell you that it was my favorite drink?" I asked. "Yes! That's how I remembered." Excitedly Reese. I saw that he put some chips in the middle of both of us. I looked at him weirdly. "C'mon take some, I'm sharing with you. Because, I trust you and you're my favorite sibling." He said. "Alright, thanks." I smiled. He smiled back.

"Can I have some chips?" Asked Dewey. "Su-" I said. Then I got cut off by Reese. "No, get your own." Said Reese. "C'mon Reese, have a heart." I said. He looked at me, I gave him a hopeful pleading look. "Please, for me." I said. He started to blush.

"Fine, take some. Not too much, for Becky and me." Gave up, Reese. "Thank you " said Dewey. "Yeah, yeah." Didn't care, Reese. "Thanks Reese." I smiled. "Anything for you, sweetheart." happily, Reese. "What?!" I asked. "I mean, you're welcome." Blushed Reese.

Then, the phone ring. It was from Francis's friend, Richie. "Hey guys, I was wondering. Can Richie come over?" Asked Francis. "No, you know what mom said about visitors in the house." Said Malcolm. "Yeah, you're right. Richie come over and we can hang out, outside." Said Francis.

20 minutes later...

I saw the house from outside, everything was messy. "Call us again, Francis." Said Richie, while being in the car and trip to the police station. "Wow, imagine how 3 people can make a mess like this." I said. "Yeah, I know right." Agreed Francis. We all went back in.

I saw Reese tied up in a chair, with what I think is macaroni all over him, and Dewey with a lamp on his head, with stuffed animals tied up on him like a protection pad. I was shocked."What happened?!" I yelled. "Richie, did this. Since, we didn't follow his "ruin this house" rules." Said Reese. "Oh man, I will help you guys get untied and stuff." I said. They both nodded in agreement. We walked over to the kitchen.

"Guys, calm down. I will fix this mess, you guys can blame it all on me." Said Francis. "You don't understand, Francis. We got to fix this." I said. "Becky, it's alright. What is going on with you guys?" Asked Francis. "You guys have been acting strange ever since I got here."

"We thought, you might come home." Said Dewey. "What?" Said Francis. "Mom and dad said that if you do well this weekend. They will let you come back home." Said Malcolm. "Or, if you don't they are going to ship your butt back to military school." Said Reese.

"Guys, I really appreciate that you guys miss me a lot." Said Francis. "But, this has nothing to do with you guys." "Francis, it's mom we're talking about." Said Malcolm. "Ok! Guys lets go clean up!" Agreed suddenly, Francis. We all started to clean up, so Francis can come home to us.

I was trying to clean the fan, because it has chips and dust. I tried to reach, I couldn't. "Hey, you need a boost?" I heard a voice behind me and saw that it was Malcolm. "Yeah. Thanks." I smiled. He smiled back. Malcolm picked me up and put me on his shoulders.

"Thanks, Malcolm." I said. "You're welcome." He replied. Then, I heard a crash. Then, I felt someone else carry me. "It's alright, Becky boo. I got ya, I'm not letting go." Said Reese. "Reese?" I said. "Yep. It's me." He smiled, from down below where I can see him.

I was cleaning and then I was done. "Thanks, for the help. I really app-" I said. Then, I got cut off because I fell out of Reese. Then, someone caught my fall. I hanged on to someone's shoulder so I wouldn't fall. "It's alright. You're fine. I told you I wasn't going to let you go." Smiled Reese. "Thanks Reese." I said. "You're welcome, Becky boo." Replied Reese.

Then, I glared at him. "Remember the threat." "Ok, done now." Said Reese. I got out of his arms. I saw the progress we made. Everything was clean and polished.

"Wow, everything's clean. Even, cleaner when mom was around." I said. "Yeah." Agreed Francis. "Wait, it's too clean." Said Malcolm. "You're right." Said Francis. "Try again." We all started to mess the house a little bit.

"There, perfect." I said, satisfied. "Wait! You Forgot this." Said Malcolm. "Ta-Da!" I saw Malcolm fix the family picture, then the wall accessory board to put your picture and other stuff to hang, fell on Malcolm.

"Malcolm?!" I screamed. I saw him and I ran over to him. "Are you alright?!" I asked, worriedly. I heard him screaming in pain. "No, ouch. What happened?" He said. I saw his face, I was shocked. "Is that bone?" Asked Reese. "Put his face back on!" Screamed Dewey.

"Malcolm, we go to take you to the hospital." Said Francis. "Reese, get the ice." Reese ran to kitchen. "Becky? Is it that bad?" Asked Malcolm. I nodded worriedly. "Reese, get the ice!" Shouted Francis. "There isn't any, all I got is this." He replied. I saw cold chicken breast. Malcolm took it and put it on his forehead.

"I'm not going to the hospital, Francis. I'm fine." Said Malcolm. "No, you're not. You can have a concussion due to this." Replied Francis. "A concussion?!" Worriedly Malcolm. "Well, I'm still not going. Besides, what's bad about my head?" Said Malcolm. Reese got the mirror and showed it to Malcolm's face.

"Get the car!" Scaredly Malcolm. We all got in the car, we tied a belt and towel over Malcolm's face. Then, on the way there Francis drove the car backwards to the hospital. "Hi school!" Happily Dewey. "Malcolm, you should've seen what Francis is doing, he's kicking ass." Said Reese.

All arrived at the hospital. "So now a concussion then?" Asked the lady at the check-in desk. We all nodded. The reason why we weren't surprised, because Malcolm told me a story about his brothers and him always going to the hospital. So, it was kind of like history.

10 min...

I saw the doctor, stitch Malcolm's head. "Ok, so doc. How much money is it?" Asked Francis. "$400." Replied the doctor. "$400?" Surprised Francis. "Wait! There must be another way, like a discount. You know, family discount?" Said Malcolm. "Sorry." Said the doctor and he left the room.

"How are we going to get $400?" I asked. "I know, Malcolm. Didn't your Kreylboyne teacher said if you needed anything you can come to her?" I said. "Yeah, Becky. You're right." Smiled Malcolm. We decided to call Caroline, Malcolm's Kreylboyne teacher.

15 min...

"Malcolm!" Surprised Caroline. "What happened? Also, I'm so happy you called in for me. I just knew it!" She said happily.

"The reason why I called in for you is that, I got a concussion from stuff falling on me, my brother Francis is babysitting us for the weekend an-." He got cut of by Reese. "We need $400 lady." Said Reese.

"Will you let me finish?!" Angrily Malcolm. "We need $400, because my brother Francis is staying over and we thought if we were atleast good for one day. They said he would come home, and if he didn't be good, they are going to ship him back to military school. Also, on top of that we will never see him again and we will miss him. So, we need you to give us the 400, without our parents knowing about it." Explained Malcolm.

"Malcolm I don't know." Unsure Caroline. "But, you said if we needed you. I would call you." Said Malcolm. "But, I mean call for emotional stuff." Said Caroline. We all just looked sad. "So, there's no other way then Caroline?" I said.

"Sorry, Becky. I can't help." Said Caroline. "Besides, Malcolm. I only get $62 in my checking account." "They accept credit cards." Said Malcolm. "Sorry." said Caroline. She started to walk away. "We can break her." Said Reese. "Go for it, guilt mode." Said Malcolm.

"Ok, thanks. Anyway." Said Francis. "Well, Dewey. Looks like I'm going back to military school. I want you to stay strong now." "Why Francis?!" Crying Dewey. Because, i see Francis grab Dewey's back from behind making him cry. "I'm sorry Dewey. It's just life." Said Francis.

"It hurts." Cries Dewey. "I know, it hurts me too." Said Francis. "Ok, I give up." Said Caroline. "I will give the $400." Gave up Caroline. "Now, where's my credit card?" "You dropped it." Said Reese. "How did that get out of my wa-" Reese cut her off. "This way is where we pay." Reese showed her the way to the pay up front section.

"Good job, buddy. When we get home, you can eat all the ice cream you want til you puke." Said Francis to Dewey. "Yay!" Said Dewey happily from the tears he cried from.

We all got home, and Malcolm wore a hat to cover up the stitches. "Good job, guys." Said mom. We all nodded. "Wait! Why are you wearing a hat?" Mom asked Malcolm. "No, reason." Said Malcolm. She instantly took the hat off. "Are we in trouble?" I asked.

"Nope." She said. "Really, so Francis did a good job then?" Said Malcolm. "Yep. A very good job." Said dad. We all looked back at each other and we were happy.

Outside...

"Becky, come over and watch me do my cool bike trick." Whined Reese. "No." I said. "Fine, let's do this the hard way." Said Reese. He just took my hand and dragged me to go sit down on the bench. "Now, you can watch me from the bench." Said Reese. "Fine." I said. I saw Malcolm and Dewey by the ramp. So, Reese is going to do some bike tricks over the ramp and Dewey and Malcolm. "Ready!" Said Malcolm. I see Reese riding his bike fast.

Even though, we try to be good. It actually works, as long as we stick together and put our minds to it. In the end, mom said that Francis is going to visit again in 4 months. Since, he did a good job on us for the weekend.

I'm happy that we get to see him again, he was cool. But, even as a family we try to improve. No matter how dumb or crazy we are, we will always try to get it together as a team.

Let's see what's in store for next time.

End of Chapter 5