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Spinelli's POV.
"Ashley, honey! You're going to be late for school!" I grumbled, and sat up. Why does she insist on calling me Ashley? Why me? I looked at the clock on my wall. 7:30?
How exactly am I gonna be late for school? I dragged myself over to my dresser. I grabbed my usual clothes. They hadn't really changed much since I was nine. In fact, I
hadn't really changed much either. I was still the tough, thin kid I always was. I don't wear my hair in ponytails or wear that old ratty hat anymore. My hat had gotten
too old and ruffed up.
Last year TJ said it made me look homeless. Ever since I threw it away, I've never worn anything on my head. And I have one of those pixie haircut things. I still wear a
black fake leather jacket, but I don't wear dresses anymore. Now I wear a black skirt, red shirt, and red stockings. And who would I be if I didn't still wear my brother's
old boots? Man, are those things ancient! But they still fit, so there is no way I would never not wear them. "Ashley? Are you awake?" I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I'm
awake! I'm going to have a shower, then I'll be down." My room has been renovated a bit since I was nine, and my mom decided to give me my own bathroom, in my
bedroom. I walked into the bathroom, and locked the door.
TJ's POV.
"Theodore, dear! It's time for breakfast!" I rolled onto my back, and glanced at the clock on my wall. "Mom, its 7:30!" Then I sat up. "Oh, yeah. Today's the first day of
school." I stood up, and stretched my arms over my head. I walked over to my dresser, and grabbed my usual clothing. Since I'm older now, I actually kinda dress more
like a teenager, but still manage to mix in a little of my old self. When I was thirteen, I switched my green jacket for a brown one. Now that I'm sixteen, I wear a black
fake leather jacket. I still wear blue jeans, white shirt and red and white sneakers. And of course, my red baseball cap is never forgotten. I've had it for as long as I can
remember, and it still looked the same as it did back in fourth grade.
"Theodore Jasper Detweiler! Get down here! Your breakfast is getting cold!" I rolled my eyes. "Stop calling me Theodore Jasper! It's been TJ since kindergarten!" Mom
really needs to stop calling me by my full name. I've been called TJ ever since Gus gave me the nickname back in kindergarten. Because of him, no one called me by my actual
name since. Now that I think about it, I don't think anyone even knows my real name! Except Spinelli, my mom and Gus. "Well whoever you are, you'd better get down here
soon!" I rolled my eyes again. "Okay! I'm just going to shower first! I'll be down when I'm done!" I walked into the bathroom, with my clothes in hand.
Spinelli's POV.
After I got dressed, I walked into the kitchen. "What's for breakfast, mom?" I sat down at the table. "Cereal. I didn't get to pick up the groceries yesterday, so we don't
really have anything else right now." I looked around the room. "Where's dad and Joey?" My mother sighed. "Your father is down at the police station, visiting Joey." It
was my turn to sigh. "What did he do now, light a building on fire?" I was being half serious. It did seem like something he could do, but I didn't really think he would.
"Sweetie, listen…" she sat across the table from me. "Last night your brother got drunk and decided to drive home from his friend's house. He didn't quite make it home,
instead he crashed into the back of someone's car and wound up in jail." I stared blankly at her. "But why did they arrest him?" My mother looked me in the eye. "Drunk
driving. And drug possession." My jaw dropped. My brother. The one person other than TJ that I could tell anything to… Had he done drugs? "Don't worry, sweetie. They
tested Joey, and the results were negative. I talked to your father while you were still asleep. He said Joey told him that his friend left the drugs in his car after they left
a party."
I smiled to myself. "Well, at least he did actually own or use the drugs. When will he get out?" My mother handed me a bowl of cereal. "He should be home by tomorrow
afternoon." I shoved a spoonful of cereal in my mouth, and smiled. After I finished my breakfast, I glanced at the clock. It was only 7:50 am. "Kay, well I'm going over to
make sure TJ is awake. Bye, mom!" I yelled as I grabbed my black backpack from the couch. "Good-bye, Ashley!" Well, at least she doesn't call me Pookie anymore. "And
say hi to BJ for me!" I couldn't help but laugh. Even after all these years, she still got his name wrong. "His name is TJ!" I yelled, and ran out the door.
I walked down the very familiar sidewalk. It's so hot out! I had to get out of the heat, so I ran the rest of the way to TJ's house. I thought twice about knocking. I
decided against it. I walked around the side of his house. I looked up a saw that his bedroom window was open. I climbed up the old ladder, which has been leaning
against the house since seventh grade. I hopped through the window and looked around for TJ, but I didn't see him. I saw light coming from under TJ's bathroom door,
so i figured he must be in there. He has a bathroom in his bedroom. Just like I do. I jumped onto his bed, and fell backwards. I was now staring at the ceiling.
I heard the door knob on the bathroom door turn. I looked to my side and saw TJ, shirtless, and in his boxers. I tried not to laugh, but I couldn't help it. "Hey, Teej… nice
boxers!" He looked at me, and I could've sworn he jumped five feet in the air! "Holy crap, Spin! What the hell are you trying to do? Scare me to death?" I laughed, and
started rolling on my side. Unfortunately I rolled right off the bed, and TJ tripped over me. "Ouch. I scare you… so you have to trip and… and land on me?" I was
laughing between my words. I tried to sit up, but TJ was still on me. "Hey, you deserve it."
He grabbed my arms and held me down. "Hmm… So you wanna wrestle with me, huh? Fine by me!" I tried to lift my arms, but he was strong! I rolled under him, and he
loosened his grip. We both started laughing. I rolled on and sat top of him, and held his arms down. "Ha! Pinned ya!" He rolled over, pinning me down again. He
smirked at me. "I win." He whispered in my ear. I moved my face closer to his, our noses touching. I stared him in the eye. "Never." I rolled again. But he wrapped his
arms around my waist, and pulled me back down.
I rolled onto my back, and laughed again. He grabbed my hand this time, and continued to hold me down. "Okay, okay, I give! Truce!" He smiled at me. He started
playing with my fingers, while looking in my eyes. I smiled, but I felt my face getting warmer. Either it was because he was still on me and still only in his boxers, or
because he was playing with my fingers and still looking into my eyes. "Theodore!" I burst out into a laughing fit. "Theodore! What is all that noise?" TJ was trying to
keep me quiet. he put a finger to my lips. "Shh. Uh, nothing, mom! I.. uh… tripped." I calmed down a bit, but was still giggling. He wasn't really lying, he just wasn't
telling the entire truth. TJ gave a weak chuckle. "Uh, sorry Spin." I saw his face begin to redden. "Uh, Teej… you're still on me." Both of our faces flushed. He started to
get up, but I pulled him down, and rolled on top of him. I leaned my face closer, and whispered into his ear. "You will never beat me."
A/N: Please let me know if I should continue. I do not want to continue, if no one is going to read.