After a few more days of avoiding Jay, the weekend finally rolled around. My Ma and Wyatt's dad had decided, leaving Wyatt in charge of me and siblings as usual. No one seemed to mind since we just watched movies and used Wyatt's video game console in the main living room downstairs.
"It's almost time for dinner," Wyatt sighing, making Pedro and Carlos look away from the T.V. in front of them. They had disappointed looks on their faces, and they ended up asking Wyatt if they could keep using his console. I rolled my eyes at them both, wondering why an eleven and fourteen-year-old were acting like toddlers with their nanny.
"Sure, you can even eat right here in the living room. I'm not stopping you guys," Wyatt said as he got up from the couch he'd been sitting on. "We're going to have pa
