Yay! I'm BACK! Life been great so far. Thanks to all who reviewed! I really appreciate all my readers! So, anyways, since it was Father's Day this past Sunday, I figured I'd write a Father's Day special, featuring our very own lightning ninja!
"Can you hand me that wrench, son?" asked Ed to seven-year-old Jay. The little
ginger looked around the clutter of tools, screws, and nails.
"Wrench, wrench, wrench - Oh! Here it is," he declared, handing it to the mechanic.
Ed smiled and took the tool. "Thank you. Now. Just need to tighten this last nut..."
Jay watched intently as his father finished what he was making. Suddenly, Ed stood
back. He took a rag from his pocket and mopped his sweat-speckled forehead.
"Wow!" said Jay. "It's shiny... and it looks really cool... what is it...?"
"It's a glider," chuckled the older man. "I figured I'd make something to pass the time."
The boy squealed at the word glider. "Can we try it out today?"
"Well, your mother might call us to dinner any time now..."
"Please?"
Ed pondered over the decision.
"Oh, okay," he finally sighed, shaking his head amused.
The auburn pumped his fist. "YAS!"
Ed and Jay carried the blue glider to the highest scrap heap on their junkyard. The grey-haired man licked his finger and held it up.
"Looks like a breeze is coming from the north..." he mumbled. "Hand me Skye."
Jay stared at him oddly. "What?"
"Skye. I named the glider Skye," shrugged the adult.
"You're funny."
He handed Skye to Ed, who put it on. The metallic wings glinted in the sun and nearly blinded Jay.
"One... two... THREE!"
The ginger-haired boy shut his eyes tightly as his father jumped from the hill of metal.
Then he heard, "IT WORKED!"
Jay opened an eye to see Ed flying around the junkyard like a hawk. He burst into exhilarated cheering as his dad swooshed pass him.
The ginger stopped to fan himself. Man, was it getting hot- uh-oh.
"DAD! DAD! LAND SKYE!" he frantically yelled, pointing to the ground, then to the glider.
"What? Land sky? I'm glad you know your opposites, son!" Ed shouted back.
All of a sudden, Skye took an abrupt dive.
Jay shrieked, "I can't look!"
He waited for the sound of cracking wood (and possibly bones). Instead, nothing. Silence. Jay took his hands off his face.
"I'm alright, Jay!" he heard Ed call.
"DAD!" Jay scrambled down the pile. He crashed into his father's chest and nearly let out a sob. "The wind stopped... I thought..."
Ed rubbed his son's head. "I'm okay. Luckily, I put on a parachute in case things didn't go the right way. Skye on the other hand..."
The mechanic gestured to the glider. It was on the ground, the wood broken into what looked like a million pieces. Its beautiful, metallic blue wings were bent, and the paint peeling off.
"Maybe-maybe we can fix it..."
Ed smiled sadly. "I'm sorry, Jay, but I'm afraid the old girl's done for good."
"And it's all my fault," sniffed Jay. "I know you were proud of Skye."
"Now don't go blaming yourself," said Ed firmly. "Skye's just a glider, and that's that. 'Kay?"
"M'kay," replied the ginger, feeling somewhat better.
"Ed! Jay! Time for dinner!" Edna called from the trailer.
"Let's go," said the older man. "I think I smell your mom's apple pie!"
After dinner, Jay slipped into his PJs and got ready for bed. As he made his way to his room, he happened to glance at the cat-themed calendar pinned up on their wall. Jay stopped walking and stepped closer to take a better look. He almost let out a yelp. Tomorrow was Father's Day! And he forgot all about it! To make things worse, Jay didn't have anything to give his dad. He ran into his room and plopped onto his bed, wondering what he should do. Then he got an idea.
All he had to do was wait for his parents to go to sleep, then work on a Father's Day card. Yeah, that sounded like a shrewd plan. So, the ginger covered himself with his blankets and waited for the right time to get up. Five minutes passed. Then ten. Twenty. Thirty. Forty-five...
Jay woke up with a start. He whirled around to look at his clock. It was 9:03am. He groaned, knowing his parents were already up.
Guess I'll just have to face it.
The seven-year-old put on a baseball tee and shorts and walked hesitantly into the kitchen.
Edna was there, stirring her coffee. "Morning, sweetie! Your father had to go on a errand to get a few things, he won't be home till one. And on Father's Day.."
Jay perked up. Maybe he did have a chance! He sat down and quickly stuffed his face with some toast and scrambled eggs. He washed everything down with a glass of milk then rushed out the door, leaving a slightly confused Edna.
"Kids these days," she said, picking up the morning newspaper.
Jay ran into Ed's workshop. He was about to grab the box full of glitter and art stuff when he noticed Skye. Or what was left of her. He paused, then grabbed Ed's toolbox instead.
For the next three hours, he worked on the glider. After a lot of screwing, tightening, and accidentally hitting his fingers with the hammer, Jay stood back. He was covered in sawdust and blue metallic paint. A huge grin was plastered on his face. Immediately, he noticed that someone was walking towards the workshop.
"...I saw him run into here, Ed."
A sigh.
"I hope he doesn't feel too bad about yesterday. He said it was all his fault the glider crashed."
The door opened.
"Happy Father's Day, Padre!" Jay grinned.
Ed stood there, with his mouth wide open. Then he walked over to Skye and examined her from front to back. He let out a small chuckle.
"Jay... You, you did this... all by yourself?"
"Yep!"
"She looks like nothing ever happened to her!"
"So, you like it? I was going to give you a card for Father's Day, but I decided to do this instead."
Edna glanced at her husband. "He takes after you."
"Why don't we go for a glide?" asked Ed.
Jay looked at his feet. "Well, the wind might decide to stop while you're in mid-air..."
"Please? If I feel a drop in the breeze, I'll land. I promise."
Jay pondered over the decision.
"Okay!"
Ed pumped his fist. "Yes!"
A/N: Isn't little Jay a cinnamon bun? SO CUTE.
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