“Hot pockets? Really? We ask you to make dinner, and you make hot pockets.” Luke groaned, poking at a questionable looking hot pocket with a fork. What kind was it? We just don’t know yet.
“Oh stop, I had to improvise.” Joel picked up the boxes from the counter, appropriately labeled with “great new pizza taste!”. Great? Probably not. But, he did make dinner, just like they all asked.
Seb took a cautious bite of his, chewing slowly and contemplating the taste. “Eh.” he said, with a shrug. Charlie silently agreed, but continued eating his.
Nonnie thought to Joel’s own personal hot pocket incident. Could this be the same way? “I’m not hungry, I guess.”
The look on Nonnie’s face made Meekins turn away his pocket as well. “I think I’ll have cereal.”
“Joel, why didn’t you just buy pizza?” Murphy piped up. “I mean, c’mon. At least it’s better than /this/.”
“Quiet, kid.” He sat down at his spot at the table, greeted by a disgusted look on both Anj and Kim’s faces. ”It’s still cold in the middle!” They said, almost in tandem. Like the creepy twins from the Shining. Kim got up and put theirs back in the microwave, much to Anj’s chagrin. “I might as well get something else”, she muttered.
Lou gave Joel a pat on the back. “It’s alright. Mine was perfect! Thanks!”
Murphy got up from the table, smacking Joel lightly on the back of the head. “Yeah. I guess it was okay. But if I get a tapeworm, I’m leaving it on your pillow.” Joel retorted with “love you too” and handed her his plate to take while she was up.
The rest ate in silence; the occasional fake gag being heard from Seb followed by a glare from Joel with everyone else acting as a sort of laugh track. Soon enough, the table was clear, and everyone was in their respective rooms.
Maybe 20 minutes later, a horrible yell from Nonnie echoed through the house. “JOOOOOOOEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLL!”
Murphy and Luke were first on the scene, looking at what Nonnie had yelled about and getting equally as upset. Joel sauntered into the kitchen with Kim and Charlie behind him. Meekins and the others filtered in soon after.
“What’d I do now?” Joel asked, seeming genuinely puzzled.
Nonnie, as calmly as she could, held up one of the empty Hot Pocket boxes and pointed to the expiration date. “Read that out loud.”
Mutual groans filled the room. Joel stared at the box, then his eyes flashed to his own (now upset) stomach. Murphy glared at him, mouthing the words “tape worm” before following everyone out of the kitchen.
The next few days were spent quietly, with Meekins and Nonnie (the only ones to not eat) taking care of everyone else. Joel, however, was left to fend for himself, seeing as he was the culprit.
Hot Pockets were never allowed in the house again.
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