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On the car ride home, instead of talking about things they usually would, Mr. Butz was giving them all a lecture.
"Which one of you had the idea to go back there anyway? Larry? Phoenix? Miles? And Larry, you should have control of your guests – and yourself! – at all times in a sleepover, especially since you're the host."
Phoenix asked nervously, "So…are you going to tell our parents…?"
Mr. Butz sighed. "No. As long as you boys don't get into any more trouble, I'll let it slide."
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Miles cheered.
The other boys looked at him and smirked, but did not laugh for once. Larry leaned over and whispered, "Sir? We're not in the 18th century."
Miles scowled. "It's proper. Nothing you would know about."
"OOOH, he got you good!" Phoenix laughed. "It's about 9:30 now. What are we going to do?"
"I guess we can go down to the creek again. That was fun."
Oh, yes, that was a blast. Miles thought sarcastically, and felt his clothes. They were still wet. "Is there anything else we can do?"
"You mean…like lightning?"
What is his obsession with basketball? "Creek it is, then." Miles decided.
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As the boys arrived at the creek, Miles stood and awaited what the boys were going to say. Just in case, he was going to stay far, far away from the creek itself and more into the field around it. Miles also noted that Larry brought a soccer ball, to Miles' dismay. Another sport. Great.
"Miles, dude, can you be goalie?" Larry asked, dropping the ball.
"Um...what?" Miles furrowed his eyebrows. I wonder how much of an idiot I look right now…
"You know…goalie!" Phoenix laughed. "Stand over there and block any shots we try to make past you?"
"Uh…sure, okay," I have no clue what I'm doing!
Miles walked to where Phoenix had pointed and stood stiffly. Okay. I've read about this before…to be a goalie, you stand here…and block the ball. Piece of cake.
Miles raised his head and watched his friends kick the ball all over the field. Phoenix kept falling and Miles tried to suppress his laughter. He was finally having a decent time tonight.
Suddenly, Larry started heading his way, kicking the ball in front of him the entire time. When he finally took a shot, Miles felt a sharp pain in the front of his head.
He stumbled and realized Larry had hit him in his forehead. "Whoa, sorry!" Larry laughed.
Scratch that. Miles thought, frustrated. "Wait a minute…you purposely kicked in upward, didn't you!?" Miles exclaimed, rubbing his forehead. "There was a way to kick it so it stayed on the ground!"
"Okay, sorry…" Larry shrugged.
"What!?"
"I…uh…because…" Larry grinned. "I wanted to see your face when I hit you."
You…! Miles could feel himself steaming up. No. Just…just no. Just stay calm…
"Okay. So…shall we keep playing?" Miles forced a smile, but he could tell it came out as more of a cocky smirk. He had remembered one thing from a book.
"I guess I should throw it in now?" Miles grabbed the ball and threw it as far as possible, as close to the creek as he could. Suddenly, Phoenix turned towards him and grinned. He figured out what Miles was planning, and knew what he had to do to help him.
Miles watched as Phoenix kept kicking it towards the creek. Larry yelled something, but Miles couldn't decipher it. With one last clever kick, Phoenix kicked it right in front of Larry, and Larry tripped on it, falling right into the creek, head-first.
Phoenix looked back at Miles, who was running towards the creek, laughing. It felt unbelievably great to finally get back at him for the cleaning, kicking him in the forehead with the ball, shoving him into the creek, using his name in a prank call, making fun of him in basketball, making fun of his ice cream tastes, and everything else he had done.
When Larry arose, he was rubbing his head and groaning. "Nick…! I tripped on the ball!"
"Yeah, you did!" Phoenix gave Miles a high-five and helped Larry out of the water.
"Uggggh…" Larry rubbed his head some more and put on his stupid-looking grin again. "So." He said in a happier voice. "Nick, you want to change to goalie?"
Miles' jaw dropped. "You want to play more?"
Larry shrugged. "Why not?"
Miles was about to retort something like, 'Because we both have been injured by this game! Why would we want to play more?' but instead steamed off into the middle of the field, clutching the wet ball.
Wait a minute…I don't know how to play soccer Miles realized and immediately said, "Uh…wait. I liked being goalie."
"Too late!" Larry laughed and started kicking the ball towards Phoenix, who looked ready for anything (and completely unprepared at the same time).
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"Ho…how…did…I do?" Miles asked as he sat down in the middle of the field after what seemed like years.
"That was a pretty good game, Edgeworth," Larry smirked proudly and put his hand up in the air limply.
Miles slapped back much, much harder than needed. "Ouch! Why so hard?" Larry shook his hand.
"Don't call me Edgeworth," Miles folded his arms. He couldn't get over the shock that he did relatively well in a sport that he had hardly had the displeasure of reading or playing.
"Fine…uh…Miles," Larry tapped his chin. "You know, Miles sounds like a nerd's name."
Just then, Phoenix sat down. "Larry's right."
"You need to find a new nickname. Why don't you want to be called Edgeworth? It sounds awesome!"
"I don't need a nickname and you are not calling me by my last name. It's…tacky."
"Tacky-shmacky. Fine…how about…M-dog?"
"No."
"The…M-inator?"
"No."
"Okay, fine, you're too hard to find a nickname for."
"Precisely. Those were so bad, you might as well call me Edgey."
Larry bolted up. "Brilliant!" he exclaimed.
"W-What? N-No!! That's not-"
Phoenix shrugged. "It doesn't sound that bad. You could change your name to Edgey. That'd be funny…Edgey Edgeworth."
Miles buried his face in his hands and muttered, "Fine, Larry. We're going to call you Smelly Butz, then."
Phoenix burst out laughing. Larry didn't look pleased. "Smelly…?" he, in fact, almost looked like he was going to cry.
"What about dear old Phoenix over there?" Miles raised his eyebrow.
"We already call him Nick," Larry rolled his eyes.
"Oh…right." I don't! "Well…it's getting dark. We should probably go back to your house now."
Phoenix glanced at his watch. "Yeah, it's about…10:45!"
The boys all stood up and started walking back past the creek. It was then that Miles and Larry exchanged mischievous grins. They had forgotten one thing.
They walked through the gate, but not without a good shove in the creek for Phoenix.
A/N: Wow…I can't even believe I finished this as quickly as I did. Once again, please review to tell me how bad/good I did on this chapter, any suggestions for the next chapter, et cetera. Thanks for reading and see you at chapter 5!
