Brendon Small was sitting on the bleachers with Coach McGuirk, after a game. He was waiting for his Mom, who was of course, really late. The sun was starting to set, Brendon kicked his feet nervously as McGuirk rambled on about his life. Brendon was hardly paying attention, instead he day-dreamed about his latest movie Melissa, Jason and himself were working on. Brendon smiled lazily, until the wind was knocked out of him by Coach's elbow.
"Oomph!" Brendon gasped.
"Ya know what I'm saying? Are you hearing me, Brendon?" Coach McGuirk asked.
Brendon tried to catch his breath, "Yeah..yeah, yes I am, Coach."
Tires screeched as Paula, Brendon's Mom, pulled up.
McGuirk was instantly excited, although Paula expressed no interest in him whatsoever. He licked his hand and smoothed his ruffled orange hair, only for it to bounce back into messiness.
Coach McGuirk raised a brow, "Let me uh, talk to your mom a minute, champ."
Paula rested against the steering wheel in her car, giving her son a look as the man approached her. Brendon shrugged his shoulders at her apologetically.
Suddenly, a whiney, high-pitched voice rang out, "Small!"
Brendon shut his eyes tightly, "Please don't be Fenton, please don't be Fenton…."
He opened his eyes, only to see what he wished not to. Fenton Mewley. A boy, with curly black hair, and way better dressed than himself.
What is Fenton's obsession with me anyway? Brendon wondered.
"Hey Fenton…? Wh—What are you doing here?" Brendon said.
"Well Best Friend! I came to remind you that you're spending the night tomorrow." Fenton squeaked happily, he then rolled his eyes, "…like I always do."
The orange-haired boy faked a laugh, " We are?! Yeaaahh, it's gonna be a great time…" Brendon struggled to let out.
Fenton stood taller with pride, "Of course it is! I'm an amazing friend. Gotta go, my Mom's waiting. Can't wait till the fun begins. Later, Bren Bren!"
Brendon's eye twitched, "Ohh.. ahahaha…see ya!" he sped to his Mom's car, pushing past Coach McGuirk.
"What the hell?" Coach was startled.
"Mom! What is wrong with you!? You set me on a stupid play date with Fenton! AGAIN! Are you kidding me?" Brendon screamed into the car window.
Paula glared, "Why are you talking to me like that, Brendon? He's a nice boy and you're going. Now get in the car, let's go."
McGuirk shuffled his feet, "Well Paula you have my number…just—just saying. Dinner or.. movie or…"
Paula couldn't stand another minute with the big brute, "NOW Brendon."
She practically pulled her son through the window and drove off crazily.
Coach McGuirk stood there dumfounded.
On the way home, the Small family drove in silence, except for the occasional cooing from baby Josie. Brendon sat with his arms crossed, staring out the window.
I don't even like the kid, he thought.
…
Paula broke the silence, "If it makes you feel better, I'll take you and Fenton out to eat before I drop you off at his house."
"Joy." Was Brendon's response.