DISCLAIMER: Nothing in this fic belongs to me except Val.
It was a typical sunny morning in Ocean Shores, California. Eleven-year-old Otto Rocket bounced downstairs to grab a quick breakfast before his street hockey game.
"I have some exciting news," his dad Ray announced.
Otto heaved a sigh, guessing it was something unimportant. Maybe Ray had finally gotten a new cash register for the Shore Shack since the old-fashioned one was wearing out.
"Your cousin Val is coming from Los Angeles to compete in the Ocean Shores' Junior Classic," he said grandly.
This didn't have the effect he'd expected. Otto continued eating his pancakes as though Ray hadn't said anything.
"You know, Val's won a few other trophies," Ray added.
Otto finally looked up.
"He must be really good."
"Yes," said Ray, "But the thing is...I'd really hate to make Val sleep on the couch."
"Taken care of," said Otto.
"Are you saying Val can stay in your room?"
Otto nodded and dashed out the kitchen door so he could get to the hockey game.
"That's very generous of you!" Ray yelled after him.
Ray had neglected to mention one thing, however, which Otto would soon find out...
TBC
A/N: This is my first fic on this site, so please review.