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Matty and Taylor here do not act like regular 6 year olds as they have matured differently due to having a fathers who are in the mob and don't refrain from talking about their experiences.
Chapter 2: Second Meeting
The second time me and Matty met, it was when my family went over to the Demaret's house. Benny wanted to show off his trophies and the expensive things he collected.
We were sent away with the women once dinner was over and the guys wanted to talk personal. I followed Matty to his room. He had a huge collection of sports items; a baseball, bat, basketball, flags, shirts and hats with teams' names on them.
"You like the New York Knicks?" I remember asking once I saw the hat on his beaureu.
"Yeah, do you?" Matty asked. I shook my head up and down.
"Me and my dad went to the game. We had to leave early, though... he had some trouble. So he said I could get a hat so long as I caught up with him once I got it," Matty said. I realized then that Matty and his dad were a lot like me and mine.
"My dad has a lot of trouble, too... we had to leave Disney World as soon as we got there. We took a plane to Florida and everything," I remember saying.
"That stinks..." Matty replied, messing with the basketball.
"Is that a signed ball?" I asked, wondering if it was signed by a big shot or what.
"Yeah... my pop bought it off a guy at the game... It was signed by Earl Monroe," Matty said.
"Really?" I asked, walking over to Matty, looking at the ball. Matty handed it to me, the name facing me.
"Woah. Cool," I said, handing it back. When I handed it back, I looked into Matty's eyes and he looked into mine. I noticed his eyes were blue instead of dark brown, which I thought they were. I realized they were just a darker kind of blue, at least inside the house. I looked away and so did Matty then it was quiet until Matty offered to show me his baseball card collection.
"Sure," I said. Matty reached under his bed then sat down on it, opening the book, showing me each card. I sat beside him, close enough so I could see.
An hour later, my mom called for me, and I got up off the bed.
"Bye, Matty, see you later," I said, waving, then leaving his room. Matty didn't say anything at first, only followed me into the kitchen where the door was. Once our parents said bye and we were heading out the door, Matty spoke.
"Uh... bye, Taylor!" I heard Matty say. I turned around and looked at him, waved, looked at my dad, then we left.
To be continued...