Recess: Middle School (Beta story)

AN: I decided to write a quick Recess fan fiction because I'm having writers block on another fanfic so I work on something else. Enjoy my writers block fic.

"T.J.! Come down for breakfast! I don't want you to go hungry on a quiz day!"

T.J. groaned and rolled in bed reaching his hand out from his blanket to move his alarm clock to face him to check the time. He had 5min to get ready in order to give him 10min for breakfast and meet Spinelli at the bus stop. His first stop would be the bathroom to do some business and brush his teeth. Not at the same time of course. He had attempted this in the past but realized that some things were just not meant to be done simultaneously. After his trip to the bathroom, T.J. grabbed some jeans that were just laying on the floor and slipped them over his boxers. Still half asleep, he stretched and slumped over to the closet grabbing a white t-shirt and his gray jacket. He then immediately hit the floor and felt under his bed for his red Converse.

"Ah Ha! There you are you little stinker." he exclaimed. He sniffed it a little and winced. "Woo. I rephrase that, big stinker." T.J. got off the floor and wandered the room before he found his other shoe. He quickly slipped them on and grabbed his backpack heading out the door and closing it. Before heading down the stairs, he smacked his forehead and went back into his room grabbing his signature red baseball cap and slipped it on backwards over his unkempt hair. Finally he sprinted down the stairs like a champ but in an attempt to skip the last step, he stepped on a lace of his untied shoe and face planted at the bottom of the staircase. His mother turned the corner and looked down at him.

"Theodore! What on Earth!?"

He groaned and rubbed his head before sitting at the bottom of the stairs to tie his shoes. His mom lifted his chin and examined his face for any scars of bruises. He waved his Mom's hand from his face giving her an annoyed look. "It's okay Mom, just a daily trick gone wrong…"

"Well I won't have it in my house! You don't want to walk around with another shiner on your eye, do you?" she scolded placing her hands on her hips.

T.J. laughed to himself as he pulled the last knot remembering that little incident that got him his very own day at the playground in elementary.

"Oh, you laugh now…" She turned and headed back to the kitchen

"Its cool, Mom. Don't worry." he got up and stuck his hands in his pockets followed his mother into the kitchen. As he looked up at the clock he saw that he still had 7min to eat. He sat and looked down at his breakfast in horror.

"Mom! What in the Senor Fusion is this?" keeping the confused look on his face, he saw that there was just a bowl of plain oatmeal in front of him.

"Now Theodore, I'm concerned that you haven't lost your baby fat yet." His mother responded while she did some of the dishes.

"Mom! Really?" he slumped in his seat and pushed the bowl away.

T.J.'s Dad put down the paper and gave his wife a crazy look. "Hun, are you kidding me? He grew like 8 inches since the 4th grade. Sure, he still looks chubby but that gives him the Detweiler charm!"

"You have got to be kidding me…" T.J. continued to sulk in his chair. He never really cared about his weight to much. He had joined the local youth baseball team with Vince and they said despite his size, he had a good hustle. So as long as he was happy, he never really thought too much about it. As his parents continued to argue about his size, he stood up and grabbed his bag and a packet of muffins from the pantry and munched on his way out the door.

"Alright, bye Mom! Bye Dad!" T.J. exclaimed with a full mouth while running out the door letting it slam as he heard his Mom scream I love you and his Dad saying something about slamming the door. He sighed and turned his frown into a smile as soon as he realized that he actually did his homework. All it was to read a chapter of a book and then take a quiz the next day. It was so tender having those easy reading nights. He grinned as he got to the end of the street and looked around at the empty spot. Usually Spinelli beats him to the bus stop but I guess today was a different day. Suddenly, T.J. felt his hat cover his eyes as it was pulled down lower.

"Ah! I didn't do it!" T.J. suddenly grabbed his hat and fixed it in a panic.

"Heh heh heh. Nice Teej, what did you do this time?"

He looked up and saw a grinning Spinelli. She only had changed a little since the fourth grade. Her hair had grown a little past shoulder length but she sported her pigtails this time a little loosely. Her signature ski cap was still planted on her head. Her and T.J. made a bet to see who could keep their hat the longest. She was not going to loose. Her red dress was retired for a red shirt and a pair of jeans but kept her jacket and signature combat boots in tack. A girl's gotta have her standards.

"Oh hey Spin. How's it hangin?" T.J. asked while fixing his hat.

She growled and crossed her arms leaning against the poll. "Well its hangin. Had to literally run from my house this morning to get away from the 'rents. They were chomping my head off about my grades. Apparently, I'm failing Math and English."

T.J. made a face and placed his hands in his pockets. "Wow…not good Spinelli. Why don't you ask Gretchen to help you?"

The young girl scoffed and kicked a rock. "No use. Every time she tries to tutor me, I always loose interest or fall asleep or make up some lame excuse why we shouldn't study. It's just a waste of her time and mine. Middle school is a lot harder than elementary, that's the truth. Lousy homework and teachers!" She kicked the poll and turned her back to her friend.

T.J. felt bad for his friend and put his arm around her shoulder and smiled and winked at her, "Ah, don't sweat it Spin. If you want, me and the rest of the gang could be there to motivate you. Hows about tonight we meet up at Kelso's and we can all have a little study group?" T.J. smiled and winked at her to assure her he wanted the best for her.

She quickly looked away and crossed her arms. For some reason, she couldn't look T.J. in the eyes for very long…She sighed and nodded. "Fine, but you're buyin!" T.J. grinned and patted Spinelli on the back. "That's the spirit! I promise that you'll past your next test with flying colors!" Spinelli laughed a little and looked up as the bus had finally arrived. Good ole T.J. He always knew how to make a girl feel good about herself. Maybe a little too good? Nah!

A.N: Probably will continue. Review review review!