Davidson had just been wandering around when he saw Parker, some weird-looking short kid, and Joshua Barkovitch playing basketball.
He headed over to the basketball court, crossing his arms over his chest and watching them. It was fricking hilarious. Parker was mad, short kid was mad, Joshua Barkovitch looked like he wanted to shoot somebody.
Overall, it looked like a game that he wanted to join.
"Hey," he called. "Mind if I join?"
"Great," Parker growled. "The kid who can't keep it in his pants wants to play, too."
"No, it's fine," Joshua Barkovitch said, shooting a glare at him. He turned to Davidson. "Hi. I'm Josh Barkovitch, the short one's my little brother Gary, and it seems like you already know Collie…"
"Yep," Davidson said, nodding. He winked at Parker. "No girls around today, hotshot. Might have to make due with a dude, then-"
"Okay, no, stop, stop, stop," Parker said, holding up his hand. "Shut up. No. You need to stop."
"Woah," Davidson said. He raised his hands defensively, smirking a little. "Didn't mean anything by it. And what makes you think you're my type anyway? Sure, I like blonds, but you're too big and bulky for me."
"What happened to you stopping fucking talking about that," Parker said, and Davidson stopped. Joshua Barkovitch looked between then, a little confused, then shrugged.
"Alright," he said. "Well, um, you-"
"Davidson," Davidson supplied.
"Alright, Davidson, you can… you can be on my time, how about, and we can see how well the two of them work together," he said. Davidson nodded. "You're planning on playing basketball?"
"I've been tossing the idea around," Davidson said. "After all, it's not like I really have anything better to do with my time."
Parker passed him the ball. It was a little hard, but Davidson managed to catch it without flinching. Gary Barkovitch rolled his eyes and muttered something about compensating. Parker hit him on the back of the head.
"High schoolers," Joshua Barkovitch said, shaking his head sadly. "It's sad to think that, once upon a time, I was just like that."
"No you weren't," Gary Barkovitch muttered, rubbing the back of his head. "Everyone always fucking loved you."
"Either way, let's play some basketball," Davidson said. He didn't want them to get into some weird sibling rivalry thing, because, to be honest, all he wanted to do was play basketball. He didn't have any interest in watching the Barkovitch siblings, who seemed to be completely opposites if he was being totally honest, fight like two starving alley cats over a piece of scrap meat. He dropped the ball and dribbled it. "Our ball, I assume?"
"Whatever you goddam want," Parker muttered. He looked at Gary Barkovitch. "You. Barkobitch. You take winky-guy."
"Davidson," Davidson repeated. Parker didn't even look at him.
"And it's a v, Blondie," Gary snapped. Parker scowled.
"And it's a C – o – l – l, not B – l – o – n – d, Barkobitch," he said. Gary matched his scowl with one of his own and actually got in a pretty decent defensive position before Davidson.
He did not, however, try to even stop Davidson when Davidson breezed past him, sending a bounce pass to Joshua Barkovitch. Gary collapsed on the ground.
"I suck. Can I go home?" he asked. Joshua Barkovitch passed the ball back to Davidson and crouched beside Gary. Davidson would have been very interested in this had he not been preoccupied with dealing with Collie Parker.
Only so much good dribbling would be able to get him through this. True, it wasn't as flashy or over-the-top as Olson's, but it was still pretty damn cool.
It turned out to be less cool, however, when Collie Parker stole the ball from him mid-dribble and turned to shoot immediately.
He was really glad that this guy was going to be on his actual basketball team when he actually started playing basketball.
…
Priscilla woke up with her head on Jan's chest.
Somehow, they'd fallen asleep while watching something on Netflix all curled together, and, apparently, Priscilla had ended up on top. Jan was sprawled across Priscilla's bed on her back, and Priscilla was left with trying to get herself off of Jan without waking her up.
It took some skill, that was for sure. She lifted herself up and untangled her legs from Jan's carefully – both of them were tall for girls, but Jan's legs were longer – and rolled off onto the other side of her bed. It was a Queen, so there really was no reason for them to be so close, but, well, Priscilla hadn't minded one bit. Even though her new best friend and quickly becoming new crush was recently met.
Jan did wake up then, rubbing sleep out of her eyes. "Where'd my cuddle buddy go?" she asked in a way that was so innocent and so dirty-sounding at the same time that Priscilla nearly jumped her then and there.
"Right here," Priscilla said, raising a hand. Jan laughed a little. "Want some breakfast?"
"It's ten-thirty," Jan pointed out, looking at Priscilla's alarm clock.
"True," Priscilla relented. "Brunch, then?"
"Brunch it is," Jan said, nudging Priscilla's side with her foot. "I make some mean hashbrowns, you better be up to the challenge."
"Girl, you have not lived until you've tasted my scrambled eggs," Priscilla said. Jan giggled and got up, stretching. She was wearing just a tanktop and shorts, Priscilla in much the same – well, almost, she actually was just wearing a sports bra and shorts, but it was made up for by the fact that Jan wasn't wearing a bra at all. Priscilla kicked the blankets off of her and got out of bed as well.
"You're more fun than the girls at my old school," Jan said. "They'd just mutter into their pillow and tell me to leave if I wanted food. And half of them would shrink away at the thought of cuddling."
"Well, they're missing out," Priscilla said, leading the way to the kitchen. "I don't know about you, but that was probably the best cuddling experience of my life."
"I agree," Jan said. "You even beat out Ray."
"I try," Priscilla said, nodding cordially. She opened the fridge. "Alright, let's get some food cooking…"
…
"And, so I was like, you don't know anything if you've never even tried going solo, you know?" Hank Olson said, waving around his hamburger. Art Baker was a little unsure on the logic of going out for hamburgers and shakes at ten-forty in the morning, but, hey, whatever worked. He had a friend that wanted to go out for hamburgers and shakes with him. He was happy. Olson looked at him closely. "You said you don't have an X-box?"
"Right," Baker said, nodding. Olson sighed and reached across the table to clap him on the shoulder.
"Kid, you are missing out," he said, shaking his head. "You're coming over sometime so that I can introduce you to the wonder that is Call of Duty."
"Sure…" Baker said, a little freaked out. He had learned, however, that the best way to deal with Hank Olson was to just agree with what he said and nod, maybe zone out if he was being… too Olson-y. But, either way, he was the only friend Baker had made at this new school, and there wasn't anything bad about him. "Thanks for buying, by the way."
"I dragged you out here, I should," Olson said, waving his hand dismissively. "Plus, dude, I got like a hundred and fifty bucks to bleach my hair. And it doesn't even look that bad."
"Someone paid you?" Baker asked, looking at Olson. He did look a little weird with bleached hair, that was true, especially with his freckles and brown eyes, but it didn't actually look that bad.
"Yeah, man, they were all betting that I wouldn't do it," Olson said. He snorted. "I'd do almost anything for a hundred and fifty bucks. It's not like I have a job or anything."
Baker nodded and sipped at his vanilla shake, watching the ginger kid from his gym class – Abraham? – work on what looked like homework out of the corner of his eye. He was eating a lot, too, it looked like.
Olson followed his gaze and rolled his eyes. "What a fucking idiot," he remarked. "Who the hell brings homework to McDonald's?"
Baker just smiled and nodded, because sometimes that was what you had to do with Hank Olson.
i decided I was going to update one long walk fic and I decided that it was going to be this one because it's so much fun to write and I can do so much fun with it on another note this chapter could basically be called nobody is straight
