Chapter 8: San Angelo Memories

Back at the Powerpuff Girls' room, the three girls wanted to know what it was like for me to stay with my grandparents on weekends. Blossom asked me, "Say, Jacob, what was it like to stay with your grandparents?"

"You're asking the right question, Blossom," I replied with a smile, "my grandparents always liked it when I come to see them. Every weekend they get me some pizza, since it's my favorite food, and almost all the time, they take me and my brother to the movies."

"Movies, huh?" Buttercup questioned with an interested look in her eye.

"Did San Angelo have a really cool theater?" Blossom asked, "We like watching movies in a really cool theater."

"Oh, it did," I responded enthusiastically, "two of them, in fact! Tinseltown, and Icon Cinema. Tinseltown was cool because on occasion it showed old movies, whether they're black and white or in color."

"We don't usually like black and white movies, especially silent films," Buttercup butted in with her arms folded.

"Anyway," I continued, "Then we have Icon Cinema. Icon was cool because some seats, if you're lucky, are recliners."

"Sounds relaxing for the moviegoer to relax while watching a movie," Blossom said.

"Correct-a-mundo, mon ami," I said enthusiastically.

"Yep," I sighed, "my grandparents were some of the greatest people in my life."

"Hey, Jacob," Buttercup started to ask, "were there any sports teams in your hometown?"

"Well, yes, two of them, I can name, the San Angelo Bandits who play indoor football, and the Colts who play baseball."

"Indoor football?" Buttercup questioned, "What's that like?"

"Well, it's just like football, but the whole game is inside a coliseum with a roof," I explained.

"Ooh," Buttercup said with her eyes wide open.

"That also meant during the halftime shows, they made use of spotlights," I added.

"Wow," said an astonished Buttercup, "indoor football. Do you play any sports?"

"Well, I dabble," I said, "I played some variations of some sports back at San Angelo, even playing baseball with one hand."

"Nice," said Buttercup, "Maybe we should try a game tomorrow."

"You're on," I responded with a smirk. After I said that, I looked out the window and saw the full moon showing the dark night sky. "Will you look at that," I said as I turned to the girls, "the moon's out. Y'know, even when I was your age, I wasn't even afraid of the dark."

"You weren't?" asked Bubbles, as Buttercup continued "Not even monsters under the bed or even the bogeyman?"

"Nope," I said as the girls I put our pajamas and on, "Besides I always liked the idea of monsters coming out at night. They're nocturnal! Besides, the night is always beautiful and soothing in my opinion. Even the sound of a cricket chirping can put me to sleep."

"Yeah, I have to agree," Bubbles said as she looked out the window.

"Do you ever go to a bunch of night parties?" Buttercup asked me.

"Yep," I replied as I covered myself in the sheets of the bed, "I love parties! Back at San Angelo, I used to go to what they called, 'Mother-Son Date Night.' I've missed my mom ever since she passed away."

"You used to have a mother?" squeaked Bubbles.

"Yeah," I sighed, "I miss her so much." I turned off the light as the girls landed in the covers. "Night," I said as I closed my eyes.

"Good night, Jacob," the girls all said at once as I fell fast asleep.