After josh had left, Kyle and Owen slipped into Kyle's room, and threw on one of his black shirts. Despite how much Owen hated the shirt, it was part of their agreement on dressing, and had to admit, they looked rather good mixing their clothes. Shortly after they made their way to the kitchen and thought of making breakfast. They were both starving. At first they tried to make scrabbled eggs, but only being able to use one had each made it very difficult. When they tried to break them together, the egg shell would simply shatter into pieces.
Owen had given up, and just wanted a cup of coffee, but Kyle insisted they eat real food. They were both getting frustrated, and feeling hungry wasn't going to help. Kyle pulled them to the freezer and grabbed some pop-tarts. They weren't the best, but they would do. While Kyle put them in the toaster, Owen grabbed a mug, and poured himself a coffee. He picked it up and told Kyle they were going to sit at the table and wait, so that he could read the paper.
Almost as soon as they sat, the toaster popped, and Kyle jumped to his foot, without any sign to his dad. Owen almost spilled the hot drink down the front of them. Owen growled angrily and all that Kyle could say was sorry. They stumbled over to the counter, no longer in tune with each other, and Kyle grabbed a plate and his pop-tarts.
Kyle wanted to grab something to drink, but Owen had started to pull them back to the table, mumbling that the coffee was enough for both of them. Kyle didn't care, so he tried pulling the other way. They played their little tug of war. Moving one way first, then the other, getting no-where fast. Owen was still stronger than Kyle, so eventually they inched closer and closer to the table.
Owen let out a loud frustrated sigh, "Look... your hungry, and my coffee is getting cold... And I'll be dammed if I'm going to drink cold coffee. Got it?!"
"Fine! Whatever!" Kyle growled and they stumbled back to the table. Kyle practically threw them into the chair, making Owen bang his arm.
"Kyle, smarten up... I'm getting tired of this crap, and I'm not going to put up with it forever." Owen stated, and took a sip of his warm drink.
Kyle had stuffed his face, and was almost on to the second pop-tart, "Hmm, forever? Did you forget that THIS is forever?!"
Owen chugged the rest of his coffee and pulled Kyle up with him as he started to walk away, "Screw this... I'm done with you."
Kyle barely grabbed the rest of his food before his father pulled him along. Kyle knew he wasn't strong enough to put up a fight, but he also knew that his dad couldn't move Kyle's side. Owen had wobbled them into the living room, and sat on the couch. Kyle looked at his dad, "Ha, so what? You're just gonna sit here... stuck to me! Yup, that will teach me a lesson!"
Owen flat out said, "No, I'm going to ignore you, and pretend you're not here."
"Ya, good luck with that one." Owen took a deep breath, then went to stand. This was Kyle's chance! He made the entire right side of their body go limp in dead weight.
Owen tried to stand a few more times before turning to Kyle, "Would you get of your ass and stand up?" Kyle didn't move a muscle, and pretended not to hear his dad, "Kyle! Get up!"
"I thought I wasn't here." Kyle eyed his father and gave a cocky grin, "Do it yourself."
Owen was now getting beyond mad. He used all his strength to stand, but couldn't stay that way without Kyle's help. They soon found themselves on the floor, and even so, Kyle refused to help, so Owen dragged them around with his arm and leg. He propped them up against the coffee table, "Ok look... I don't like this, You don't like this, that, we can both agree on. But it doesn't matter, we're stuck like this, so we need to work together, got it?"
Kyle glared at his dad, "Got it? Ug, you don't even try to be nice about it." Kyle looked down at their shared body, "I agree with you about not liking this, and about working together. But that's the thing. Working t-o-g-e-t-h-e-r. Not you, telling me where we're going, what we're wearing, or what we're eating. Maybe ask me what I want for a change!"
Kyle could feel that his words had stung Owen, but they needed to be said. Owen didn't say anything for a moment, lost in his own thoughts, the only thing he had to himself now. He turned to Kyle and smiled, "Ok son, what do you feel like doing?"
Kyle was shocked, and couldn't really speak, "Well, um, I... maybe... we... uh... I, don't, really know..."
Owen's smile grew, "Ok, we can just sit here for a bit then."