[The next day.]
Paula walked into the diner, carrying Josie in her convertible car seat. Fenton and Brendon followed close behind.
"Thank you Ms. Small for taking me out to eat." Fenton thanked her nasally.
"My pleasure," Paula sniffed the air suddenly, "uh oh, I think Josie needs a new diaper. Find a booth you two."
Paula hurried to the restroom. Brendon gave Fenton a disgusted glance.
He stinks worse than a poopy diaper, Brendon thought.
Fenton latched onto Brendon's arm, "Let's sit over here!"
The boys sat in a booth in the far left corner, looking each other over.
Fenton rubbed his butt, "This seat hurts my tush, Where's our waiter? What are you getting? I think I'll have—" He didn't stop to take a breath.
"Just shut up and look at the menu." Brendon said behind the laminated menu.
"I want Spaghetti!" Fenton announced.
"Okay? I'm not the waiter." Brendon set the menu down and face-palmed, groaning in agony.
A chubby blonde girl, with pigtails and freckles walked up to the table.
"Hi my name's Cleo and I'll be your waitress today. Can I get you a drink? Wait a second are you kids alone?" She wondered, cracking her gum in her mouth.
"Actually my Mom's in the restroom." Brendon answered.
"I want soda and Spaghetti!" Fenton chimed in, banging his silverware on the table.
"Little boy, I'm gonna have to ask you not to do that." Cleo put her hand on her hip, "And you cutie?"
"Cutie we- well, I'd like a milk and a burger." Brendon smiled.
Fenton blew up in anger, "Why is he the cute one? I'm smarter, stronger, cooler and better than he is!"
Brendon was embarrassed by Fenton's behavior so he reached across the table and covered his mouth as the waitress laughed and walked away. Brendon finally let go.
"You're such a pest!" Brendon argued.
"It's not my fault Bren Bren. It's the truth." Fenton gave him a triumphant smile.
Paula came around the corner and sat next to Brendon, setting Josie next to Fenton.
"You don't mind if she's there do you?" Paula asked.
Fenton sighed, "I guess not."
Brendon whispered across the table, "Why do you act so different around my Mom? Show her what you're really like you psycho!"
While Brendon's Mom had her face in the menu, Fenton grabbed Brendon's neck and began choking him, Brendon gagged and punched the top of Fenton's head. The baby laughed hysterically at this, it was over in seconds as Paula put the menu down.
"I'll just have a salad and water." Paula yawned.
"We ordered already, Mom so…" Brendon told her.
Cleo came back with a tray, she set the drinks and food on the table as she took Paula's order.
Fenton's foot suddenly snaked up Brendon's leg.
"What the hell? Are you playing footsie with me?!" Brendon strained a whisper.
Fenton bent his fork back, catapulting a meatball towards Brendon, "No!"
The meatball hit Brendon directly in the eye, "Oh god, Aahh!" Brendon clutched his eye as the meatball rolled on the floor.