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Night had fallen and their ma thought they were asleep. They were far from it. On the lower bunk, the twins were gathered under a fort of blankets and pillows. Flashlights helped them look over books and comics, a bowl of popcorn between them. A soft giggle left Stan as he read something particularly funny. He quickly showed it to Ford, who also giggled but shook his head.
“You know that’s impossible right?” he said softly.
“Yea yea….but it’s funny….even you laughed at it!” said Stan, his voice a little louder than Ford’s.
The other moved to shush Stan by shoving some popcorn in his mouth, giggling at the face the other made. He reached for his own mouthful, almost choking when Stan decided to jump on him. He quickly swallowed and started to laugh as the other moved to tickle along his side. Ford tried to bite his lip to prevent any loud noises but it was hard. Finally, Stan stopped, only when Ford was a squirming, panting mess.
“That….that wasn’t fair” grumbled Ford, but a smile was on his face.
Stan just smiled and took a sip of his soda before going back to his comic. Ford watched his brother for a second, a small smile slowly forming. He love these moments with Stan, it was one of the many beloved memories they shared. As he moved back to his book a small gasp left him as he remembered something and he scrambled out of the fort to his desk.
“Hey, Ford…whatcha doing?” came Stan’s voice. He poked his head out from the fort and watched as Ford got something from his backpack. Ford turned to look at Stan and motion him to come out.
“….it….it works better on a solid surface and bring one of the flashlights,” he said softly.
Stan nodded and climbed out of the comfort of the fort and walked over to Ford. He raised a brow as Ford moved to hide whatever he wanted to show him. He handed over the flashlight and moved to sit on the floor.
Ford took a deep breath, hoping Stan would be impressed by this. He pointed the flashlight against a clear patch of wall and moved the piece of paper in front of it. He heard Stan gasp and smiled, a wave of pride came over him.
“….since we can’t stay out on the beach at night I thought it would be fun to try to re-create the night sky for us,” he said. He looked at the wall, immediately recognizing the constellations he made.
“Oh, man Ford….this is amazing! When did you make this?!” asked Stan He could make out some constellations but that was it. He was just so proud of his little brother, he was so smart and creative!
A small blush formed on Ford’s face at the praise. “…it was during science class when we were watching that one nature documentary. I had seen it before so I thought this would be fun to make” he explained.
Stan nodded, he barely remembered watching the film, and he was too busy reading some comic. He motion for Ford to sit next to him and together they watched the stars.
“Someday….when we’re older…we should have a sleepover on the beach….ma shouldn’t be so opposed to that then,” said Stan.
Ford eagerly nodded, it would be fun to do that. There were remote areas on the beach that he knew weren’t patrolled or they could easily set up a tent by the cave they found. Then explore it more, see what sort of creatures lived deep in it. His excitement grew by the second and he moved to hug Stan. The flashlight and paper fell from his hands as he wrapped them around his brother.
“That would be amazing….just think of all the nocturnal creatures we’ll see…and we can observe the tides if there’s a full moon” he whispered.
Stan chuckled and nodded, moving a hand around Ford. Yeah, it would be and they’ll do it together.