Mikey was laying on his bed again, talking to someone on his cell phone.
"Yeah, I'm back," Mikey replied to the person on the phone.
There was a pause.
"It was my fucking brother. Anyway, when's it gonna be?"
Another pause.
"Definitely."
A pause.
"Fuck my parents."
Then, another pause. Mikey smiled and said "Okay. I'll see you there." And he hung up and tossed the phone aside.
Jon could only stare. Mikey always got along so well with their parents. But this Mikey only hated them. It was almost too much to handle. Jon checked his watch. It had only been two minutes.
From the phone conversation, Jon gathered that Mikey was going to go to a party, whether their parents approved or not. He couldn't even imagine his little brother going out to a party like that. He was only 10, and wouldn't even be a teenager for another three years. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to swap his personality with Zoe's. Sure, Zoe was only about four or five years older, but girls her age had at one time or another already gone to some sort of party. It was just weird to see someone that was still in elementary school do it.
Jon watched Mikey some more. Now his little brother was doing something on the internet.
