CHAPTER 8: HAZEL'S VIRGINITY2

His chin was resting on his

intertwined fingers.

He almost resembled that fat cat from the cartoon

my brother used to love as a kid - What's the name of it again? - oh yes,

Garfield and Friends.

"So how about you, MIKE TYSON, don't you want

some more pancakes?"

HOLY FUCK, HE DID NOT JUST SAY THAT!

Gerard's fork fell with a loud clunking noise to

the floor.

Mom had an 'oh shit' look on her face.

Dad's mouth was wide open in shock, showcasing the

unchewed piece of pancake.

Grandpa's pearly whites were in full view. Leave

it to this man to turn serious situations into a joke.

Suddenly, I heard booming laughter. I looked over

and saw Gerard's eyes were shut tight as he erupted in laughter. I guess I

didn't punch him hard enough.

Grandpa followed next, laughing like there was no

tomorrow. He stretched his arm and gave Gerard, who was sitting next to him, a

little squeeze on the shoulder.

"Dad, I don't appreciate you making fun of a

situation like this," my dad said as he spat the unchewed