Every true genius is bound to be naive.
- Friedrich Schiller
It was a fantastic position.
After years of just being the techie, or the assistant, or the guy who helped out with homework, or the guy who couldn't get a date, he had gotten the chance to be someone else. Someone besides those things, beyond those things.
It wasn't that Tucker was a particularly proud soul, but it still did his heart good to get some respect, some real recognition. People were actually backing him up now. When he spoke, people actually listened. It was wild.
And he wasn't gonna be like the last time he had power, either. That was a million years ago, it was different this time. He'd use his position the right way, for the greater good. He'd work alongside America's favorite half-ghost, promoting the well being of everyone. He could change things in this town. Not just technologically, not only in setting up better ghost precautions, but real differences. Big differences.
Though, he does worry sometimes if he'll really be able to cut it. After all, he is only fourteen. But it wasn't like he just up and asked for the job, they suggested it to him. They must have known what they were doing, right? And no doubt, if they could believe in him, he could believe in him.
Yeah. Sure, he could pull it off. With the help of Sam and Danny, he was positive of it.
So, it was not surprising that technophile's spirits curdled upon seeing Ernesto Montez the next Monday morning. He sat back filing through paperwork in the wide leather chair where Tucker ought to be sitting, with the mayor's plaque shining on the edge of the desk.
Montez was almost as surprised as Tucker, "Shouldn't you be in class, young man?"
He really couldn't answer him, his throat beginning to feel a little dry, a little tight. He was starting to feel a bit foolish, standing in the doorway like this. All he could manage is a weak little montage of "ums" and "buts".
Montez blinked, "They did tell you, didn't they? About when the tenure was ending? The Mayor For a Week kid, that was you, wasn't it?"
Tucker had finally managed to find his voice, but it was sounding very small, "A… a week?"
Mayor Montez laughs, "Well yes, of course." When he noticed the Foley boy was not laughing, he added politely, "Well honestly, you are a minor after all. Not to mention you have no political background at all. You didn't really think Amity Park would appoint a fourteen year old mayor of a city, did you?
"I mean, son, you really shouldn't be all that surprised."
Tucker considered this statement and blinked slowly, in comprehension. "No, sir. I suppose I shouldn't."