A.N: Ohayo! This one is just a shortie that I wanted to do because Tum is so sweet and he has yet to find love so that's what this is about. The chapters may not be very long and the size of the story you know, overall might be about seven or eight. So I hope you enjoy this story. Thank you for reading.
And anyone reading the other one, I feel so embarrassed watching that counter go up because I feel like I still could have done a better job with it. Next time I'll nail it for sure. and toooo ...Coltrocsit? Thank you for the reviews, Arc will come up in the next Colt story that I do. Oh and please no e-mail, my account for this place is no longer working but the site won't let me change it. Lighter.
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Whoa!" Tum tum's legs wobble a bit when the wind blows a strong gust past him.
Waving his arms out, he winds them in a circle in hopes to regain his balance, but it was too late, he's already on his way back. Falling onto his butt, his legs luckily hook themselves around the bar before his tilt to the side could end up fatal. Letting out a breath of relief, or maybe defeat Tum tum grips the bar with his hands then pulls his self up to a sitting position, then slides from the bridge railing all together. Standing on solid ground, he looks over the side kicking a rock over the edge. It has a ways down before it smacks into larger rocks at the bottom of the bridge.
"Looks like fate kept me from falling again." He says to no one then stuffs his hands into his pockets heading home.
Back at the Douglas home. Rocky and Colt are in the backyard doing chores.
Colt lets out a frustrated growl. He's been tending to the yard since 11 a.m. and he's sick of it! Tum tum should be out here helping him but his little brother has gone AWOL on him. So not only was he to mow the lawn but now he has to pick it all up and stuff it into a bag! Life sucks when you're 14.
The back door opened and Rocky came out with a rake of his own, and a couple of brown bags. He had been upstairs cleaning the bathrooms, then the downstairs bathroom as his Mother had asked of him and, being done, he's decided to come outside and help his brother with the back yard.
"Finally, some help." Comments the middle child. "You seen the crowned Prince Tum tum yet?"
Rocky thought for a moment, as he pulled the rake over a bundles of fresh cut grass covering the newly groomed smaller strands. "I did see him when we first got up, but after breakfast, no."
"Huh." He scoffs. "I wonder where that little spaz is then."
"Probably at Corey's. You know how kids are," says Rocky. "The minute school lets out for the year the last thing that they wanna do is mow lawns, or clean the house."
After a second thought the both of them say in unison. "Unless its for cash."
Rocky and Colt work silently for a moment, the only sounds are of birds going by overhead, or street noise from cars, and someone playing their stereo up the street. The Douglas's weren't the only family doing some summer cleaning it seems. Emily's family is clearing out the garage for a sale that they plan on having tomorrow and every now and then the girl has been caught glancing at the Douglas home as she wonders where Rocky is.
"Hey Rocky," says Colt in an odd voice.
The older boy shoots his brother a questioning glance.
Stopping what he's doing, he leans casually on his rake, facing the male. "Pretend your Dad- it should be easy for you." He snarks a bit.
Rocky merely ignored the comment, and turned to face his brother, stopping his work as well. "What for? Are you planning on doing something stupid and you wanna see how he'll react?"
"No." He said very matter-of-factly.
Colt wasn't always screwing up, although in his father's eyes he was so maybe Rocky was getting into character better than he thought he would. Ha. It actually isn't that big a surprise, when there's repremands to be made Rocky is there in their father's place.
"It's about something I wanna do this summer, at the fitness center." Colt says. "I just wanna know how he'd react."
"Alright, so what is it?"
"Okay, Dad, I was thinking about joining a yoga class this summer. Just for the hell of something to do."
Rocky's eye twitched, then the corner of his mouth but seeing the sincerity of his brother's intentions he thinks it over. What would their father say? "A little advice? Don't say 'hell' ever when you're talking to me, aaand do whatever you think is right son- although, I can guess its because of some girl." Rocky shrugs.
That's his honest feeling of how their father would take the news. Or maybe, like hisself, Sam Douglas will laugh.
"Hm... You think that's it? He wouldn't- you know, ride me or anything." Colt adds quickly. "Because its not for any gay reason, I just really wanna do it."
"Hey, whatever." Rocky says, going back to raking. "I think its a good idea."
Smiling, Colt says. "Thank you."
"Just don't forget to wear a clean leotard." He snickers, swatting at a clump of grass that flies his way.
"I plan to wear loose pants a t-shirt jackass."
Rocky just continued laughing at the mental picture he got.
"Speaking of which, you better set aside some time to play with your little piggy."
"What?"
"Emily, she keeps glancing over here looking for you."
Rocky nods making a mental note to at least call the girl over their can-phone. He didn't understand the girl at all, they went on one date. One little test date to see if they could be a couple, and quite frankly, it did nothing for Rocky- he'd even told her so! But Emily feels how she feels, and he can't change that, he supposed. So Rocky lets the girl call him, and fown over him, and consider their usual Friday hang outs at the movies or the bowling ally with friends a date. No harm in letting her fantasize.
"Hey guys!" Calls Tum walking into the backyard like it were no big deal.
"Well look whose here," says Colt. "Planning on helping out or are you too wiped from goofing off all morning with your idiot friends." He drops the rake as his way of calling it quits.
Heading into the house, he thought about slamming the door but he knew his mother would get on him about it, so instead he chose to make a face at Tum tum instead through the glass window of the back door.
Looking confused, Tum tum juts a thumb over his shoulder then picks up the rake. "What's his problem?"
Looking at the back door, Rocky waves it off. "He's joining yoga classes." He says.
Tum tum laughed at that along with Rocky.
The older male crouches down to scoop the bundles of grass into his arms, then he drops them into the brown bag. Stealing a glance at his little brother, he notices a cake of orange almost brown on the side of his jeans.
"What were you doing all morning? Rolling in clay."
"Huh?" Looking down at his pant leg, which his brother pointed to, Tum notices the rust from the bridge imprinted up his leg. "Oh," he laughs nervously. "I must have rubbed up against something. I'll go change."
"And then come right back." Orders the older boy.
Tum tum may have shirked on his duties with Colt, but Rocky planned on making sure the boy did his share.
"Right." Giving a thumbs up, the twelve year old marched back into the house to change his clothes.
Shaking his head in dismay, Rocky continued cleaning up the grass. Walking through the house, humming as he goes, Tum tum snags a banana from the bunch on the counter in the kitchen. He's been starving since breakfast ended and he didn't have any money yet to be buy outdoor food since he didn't get his allowance until Wednesday. Peeling the banana's skin back he takes a bite waving to Georgie as he passes her. The young girl is sitting at the coffee table coloring in the book her parent left for her while they babysit. She's seven and just adorible; the brunette thought that new years was some kind of competition, and she said she didn't know what side to be on so she went to bed early that night even though she was allowed to stay up to watch the fireworks. Kids are so cute.
Stripping his jeans off, once behind the safety of a closed door, he pulls free a clean but old pair of jeans from the dresser. Changing into them, he finishes his banana then heads back outside to help Rocky with the yard. But by the time he showed up, Rocky was done and had taken off. There was a note though, it said: Put these at the end of the street. Rocky.
So with a huff, the brunet hauled grass clippings to the end of the street. Back and forth, back and forth until he was finally done six bags later. He hated having a big yard. Its not as if it snows in L.A. so what's the point of it; making grass angles is not an option.
"Tum tum! Hey Tum!" Shouts a familiar voice.
Looking up the street, Tum tum waves when seeing his friend Corey walking over to his house; beach towel secured around his waist and sandals on his feet. The only thing he's missing is a visor. When the pinkish colored boy got close enough to his friend the two went right into their secret hand shake of locked fingers and wriggled thumbs, followed by a slap forward then back before popping fist together.
"Mom's taking me to the beach, she said I could bring a friend- wanna go?" His eyes screamed, 'say yes'.
"I gotta ask my mom first." Says Tum, while taking his shirt off and dashing inside the house. He calls over his shoulder. "Don't leave, okay?"
"I won't!" He calls back. Waiting around for a bit, Corey shoves his hand into his beach shorts pulling out some salt water taffy. Mint, one of his favorites. Chewing it hard, his crooked twelve year old teeth working the stuff candy to gummy, he smacks it between his teeth once or twice due to a newly lost tooth.
When the front door of the Douglas house opens, the young boy smiles only to drop it when he sees Tum tum's brother, Colt, coming out in a hurry.
Lifting his hand, he says. "Hey Colt."
"Hey Corey," he shoots a glance at the boy then laughs. "Don't you know you're violating a dress code by walking around shirtless when you're that pink."
"Shut up!" He blushes. He hates being pink like this, but what can you do?!
Colt opens the garage door slipping inside the spacious area now that their father's car is at the station. Grabbing his bike he sits atop the seat then rolls it down the driveway.
"You want some candy?" Asks Corey as Colt reaches him. "I didn't do anything to it."
"Okay." He holds his hand out.
Pulling some more taffy from his pocket, he asks. "Do you like chocolate or pink flavor?"
"Its raspberry, twerp." Corrects the blue ninja. Kids these days. "I'll take chocolate."
Corey drops the candy into his hand, then asks. "Are you going somewhere?"
Colt shrugs. "Just riding around."
"I'm going to the beach," grins the younger male, kids love to brag. "I'm gonna see if Tum will come with me."
"Whatever." He steps down on the pedal, then travels down the street at a slow pace.
The front door opens again, and out walks Tum tum in his swim trunks and sandels. Backpack in hand carrying all his beach stuff.
"Sorry I took so long, come on."
The two boys dash down the street to Corey's house completely amped for the ocean.
Colt slowed to a stop outside of the fitness center. Climbing off his bike, he pops the kickstand down then walks over to the window, shading his eyes as he peeks inside the building. There are already people inside and he's starting to prick up at the thought of going in.
"Hey stud." Says a girl as she pokes Colt on his sides. Laughing when the male jumps she walks around to face him.
"Bobbi? What are you doing here?" Colt's nerves completely fade seeing the red haired girl standing before him with crossed arms and a curious grin. Colt has a huge crush on Bobbi, but, he'll never let her know that, she's a bigger pain than he is if he, a pain, notices that about her.
"We should join a class." Bobbi peeks through the door seeing people signing up. "Don't you think that'd be cool, or is yoga too feminine for you?" She slaps him on the gut with the back of her hand.
"Tch. Yeah right. I was actually just gonna go in and do that."
"Yeah right." Pulling open the door she steps inside audible voicing how much she appreciated the cranked up A.C.
Colt gets a long whiff of the girls perfume when the wind from inside blew past the girl and he smiles faintly behind her back. Bobbi Hatcher is the soul reason he wanted to join yoga classes; he admits that he heard the girl talking to her friends as school was letting out on the last day about how she had no plans this summer and would probably join a yoga class or something.
So Colt swallowed his pride and decided that yoga was going to be his new passion if it meant getting close to Bobbi. Only thing was everytime he went to sign up her name wasn't on the sign up sheet. So he waited, and waited until eventually- well, this happened. The fiesty girl lead him in herself. Summer love is so great.
But Colt wasn't the only one in love, Tum tum was about to get a rude awakening on women that year starting with an innocent trip to the beach.
Tum tum and Corey were splashing each other senselessly in the warm ocean water; it was becoming hard to tell whether they were playing or trying not to drown from the big waves going over their heads. Corey was the first to grab a bucket and fill it with the salty water, he then dashed down the beach- Tum hot on his heals a bucket of water in his hands as well, ready to throw it on his friend big ashy blond head. He missed Corey the first time getting splashed hard, but Tum bounced back scooping up a good amount of water. He then dashes down the beach again. This time he had him-... or at least he thought he did.
Everything happened so slowly it was almost as if the nightmare set itself up. Tum tum dumped the bucket of water but just as it came flying from the bucket Corey tripped and fell over, so the water once again missed the lucky little Jew and instead splashed some poor girl building a sand castle. The water hit her like a bullet and her back scrunched up, her hair got soaked and she screamed bloody murder, hands shaking in fury.
And Tum tum, not seeing the harm in it, began to laugh. "Wipe out!" He says between laughs.
The brightly colored blonde girl stood up, face looking as mean as a bull, and she walked over popping him one right in the eye. Tum tum never thought a hit could hurt so bad. he's faced adults whose punches felt like a pillow fight, but this girl had a hook.
Dumbfounded, he holds his steadily blackening eye. "What did you do that for?!" He snaps at the girl.
"Wipe out." The girl mocked, her voice holding an accent beneath it. Then she stormed away further down the beach to get away from the dork patrol.
Corey rushed over to his friend, hands on his bare shoulders. "I saw what happened. Are you ok?"
Tum tum had nothing to say, he couldn't think of anything, he could barely feel the sting on his eye all he could see was the back of the blonde girl walking away, her drenched ponytail thumping against her back as she trudged away.
"Tum?"
I think I'm in love. Admits the boy to his self with a smile on his face.