Once you read this, you might wonder what a "thundercat" is. Well, that is something my crazy as heck substitute teacher used today. I am working on a funny oneshot about that.
"I'm so happy that we get to pick our jerseys today at basketball practice. What number are you gonna pick Lance?"
Lance and DJ were walking down the hall toward the gym to basketball practice. DJ and Ilana had convinced him to join the team at the last minute, and even though practice had been going on for two weeks, this was only Lance's first one.
"I don't know. Since I'll probably have last pick, I guess I'll just be stuck with whatever's left. But if I had to pick, I guess it'd be 6,"
DJ grinned. 'Oh my gosh, that is half of my number from last year!"
"Your number was 25?"
DJ rolled her eyes.
"Really Lance? Really, that was the slowest thing I've heard all day. It was 12, you retard," DJ said as they stepped into the hot stuffy gym. After just being in there for thirty seconds, they were already starting to sweat.
"Damn! You'd think the first place that they'd keep air-conditioned would be the gym," Lance sighed while taking off his backpack and setting it on the stage.
"Amen, power to the people, hallelujah. But for real Lance, if you steal my number, I'm gonna go Madea on your ass! I swear, Imma put them thunder cats on you!" They both laughed.
"But Deej, If you're on the Lady Panthers, and I'm on the Panthers, does it really matter if we have the same number?"
"The hell it does. All I know, is that if you even touch the number 12 jersey, It's gonna be me and you. Me. And. You," Lance chuckled to himself as he watched DJ's back retreat into the girls' locker room.
(fifteen minutes later)
Lance watched as the girls strutted around in their new jerseys. DJ, of course, had number 12. Now the boys were picking out their own. Lance, being the newest member of the team, and the one with the least experience, was dead last in picking his jersey. He looked over to the Lady Panthers side of the gym and saw DJ mouthing him the words "I'm watching your ass," with a slight smile. When he finally walked over to the table where the jerseys were, there were only two options: a size XXXL number 8 jersey, and a jersey that was his exact size but with the number 12 on it. Lance though for a second.
"Hey coach, could I have some clothespins or something?"
