Alright I'm sorry about not updating, but lately I haven't been in the writing mood, I'm sure my fellow authors know what I mean. But now I'm back and I must say, I really didn't expect a story I wrote to be considered this good. So I'm happily surprised at the number of reviews I have gotten. I can't thank my reviewers enough, I have written other stories, but none this successful. I give all you you a giant Skittle Pie in honor of my girlfriends cousin who loves Skittles. Well, without further adieu, I give you my new chapter. :)
Disclaimer: I don't own Skittles guys, I mean seriously, if I owned Skittles, I wouldn't be writing fanfics, especially not crappy ones either.
P.S.: I have gotten much better with my writing skills, and learned I write much better in 3rd person.
Ms. Babcock nodded to Agatha as Norman helped her take a seat at the dining room table. Norman walked over to the other side of the table and also took a seat.
"So Mom, what's for dinner?" he asked curiously.
"We're going to have mashed potatos, peas, and tofu stake." she told him, mixing the potatos, then adding, "Oh, and real stake for your father."
Norman nodded, and leaned back in the chair looking across the table at Agatha who was looking around the room in awe. Norman suppressed a chuckle, and looked into the Living Room where his father was watching foot ball, and his Grandmother was knitting.
"Alright, dinner's ready." Ms. Babcock announce bringing Norman from his thoughts, "Agatha, are you hungry now, or would you like me to save some for you to have later?"
"I'll go ahead and eat now if it isn't any trouble." Agatha said with a shy smile.
"It's no trouble at all." Ms. Babcock said smiling back at Agatha a warm motherly smile, "Now Norman, go get your father, he obviously didn't hear me over that game he's watching."
Norman nodded and stood from his seat walking into the Living Room.
"Dad, dinner's ready." he said walking into the room.
He looked at his grandmother, "Hi Grandma." he said with a wave.
"Hello Norman." his grandmother returned, waving back before returning to her knitting.
"Tell your mother I'll be there in just a minute, the game's about to end." Mr. Babcock said, waving his hand in a dismissing manner at Norman.
Norman shook his head walking back into the kitchen and told his mother, "Dad said he'd be in in just a minute."
"Okay." his mother said, setting the table.
Agatha remained quiet as she watched everyone go about their usual business.
"Hey mom, where's Courtney?" Norman asked, searching the table and noticing his elder sister was missing.
"She's sleeping over at a friends, she'll be back sometime tomorrow afternoon." his mother said, serving the food.
"Ah, okay." he said as he got his plate, "Thanks mom."
"Here you go Agatha," Ms. Babcock said, "Enjoy your meal."
"T-Thank you Ms...?" Agatha said, realizing she didn't know her name.
"Just call me Sandra dear." Ms. Babcock said with a smile.
"Thank you S-Sandra." Agatha said, a light blush crossing her cheeks.
Norman's father walked into the kitchen and sat down in his chair at the head of the table.
"Mmmmmm, Stake." he said sniffing his plate.
Sandra gently tapped his head and pointed at Agatha.
"Oh, hello there Agatha, I didn't see you there." he said taking a bite of his food.
"H-Hello..." Agatha said, nervous at the suddenly "large" number of people. Large being a relative term.
Norman's grandmother floated in and watch the dinner from above. Agatha stares at her, mouth agape. Norman's dad looked up at where she was staring, and saw nothing.
"Uh Norman, what's she staring at?" he asked, turning his head in every which way trying to see what was there.
Norman looked up there as well and saw his Grandmother.
"Uh-oh... I knew I forget to tell you guys something..." he said, just above a whisper.
"Huh? and what's that?" his father asked looking over at Norman who smiled sheepishly, laughing nervously.
"She can see ghosts too." he told them.
His father simply stared at him before he started beating his head into the table mumbling, "I hate my life... Why me...?"
Norman tapped Agatha's foot under the table and got her attention.
"Ignore him." he said smiling.
She blushed and nodded looking away. Norman then continued eating, as did she.
The interaction did not go unnoticed by Sandra who simply smiled before returning to her own meal. Grandma was laughing at Mr. Babcock who was still beating his head into the table.
"Maybe if he hits his head hard enough, it'll jock some smarts into his noggin'!" she laughed out.
Hello, and I am extremely sorry for all the time that has gone by, I hope that this makes up for it somewhat. I just didn't think ahead because I didn't know it would be my most liked story... EVER. So thank you all for waiting. :)