"Thanks again for letting me use it," Billy said as he handed Freddy's phone over. The other boy grinned at him, waving a dismissive hand as he took the phone back.
"No problem, I'm just glad Mr. Sivana's ok."
"Me, too," Darla said, giving Billy a wide smile before she went back to her macaroni.
"So, do you know what happened?" Freddy asked, and Billy shook his head.
"He didn't want to talk about it," he said, and the other boy nodded in understanding. "We ended up watching a movie instead, and he didn't go into work today."
"What movie did you watch?" Darla asked, looking up at him.
"The Incredibles 2," he answered, then leaned forward to look between them. "Mr. Sivana hadn't even seen the first one before we got both movies," he said, and both of them gaped at him.
"What?" Freddy gasped, horrified. "That's like, an American classic, how could he have not seen it? Everybody's seen it! Everyone!"
"I know, right?" Billy said, shaking his head. He was so glad that someone else saw the sheer insanity of it!
"What kind of childhood did he even have?" Freddy muttered, and Billy rolled his eyes at the boy.
"He's not that young, you know," he said, "it only came out in 2004, he was probably in his twenties or something."
"Uh, so?" Freddy asked, shrugging. "The Incredibles is for everyone, Billy, not just kids. What kind of family did he-" The boy froze, looking wide eyed at Billy. "Um, sorry," he muttered, looking back down at his tray.
"No, it's ok," Billy assured him, leaning back in his seat. "I didn't know them," he confessed, "and Mr. Sivana, he... he doesn't seem sad that they're gone."
"He doesn't?" Darla asked, giving a confused frown, and Billy shook his head.
"I haven't even seen him cry yet," the boy said, looking away from the two of them in discomfort.
"Maybe he's just-!" Freddy gave a startled shriek as his seat was jerked out from under him, his flailing hands catching his crutches and knocking them sideways as he fell to the floor.
"Freddy!?" Both Darla and Billy jumped up from their seats, the little girl racing around the table to kneel beside him. "Are you ok?" she asked, worriedly looking him over. Laughter made Billy look up, and he watched as a taller boy pushed Freddy's seat back in.
"Watch it, cripple," he told the boy, "you nearly tripped me up! What if I'd fallen, twisted something?" A dark haired boy at his side chuckled, pointedly looking down at Freddy's crutches.
"Maybe he wanted you to," he said, "then there'd finally be someone else like him here." That got him a smattering of giggles from the students around them, and Freddy gritted his teeth as he pushed himself up.
"Come on, guys, just leave him alone," Billy told them, and the dark haired boy slowly looked him up and down.
"No way, Freddy," he said, smirking down at other boy. "Your "family" got you another fake brother?" He grinned, "I know your "mom" needs the extra welfare, but come on, there're easier ways to get money. She could come by my place, I'd pay good-"
"Stop it!" Darla yelled at him, her face going red with anger and embarrassment. "Leave us alone!"
"No, really," the boy said, "she's gotta be good with blowjobs at least." Darla covered her ears, taking a step back as he continued. "I mean, how else do you think she got your fancy new phone, Freddy?" he asked the boy, nodding at where his phone lay. "She probably went down on the salesman right there in the store, in front of all those other customers."
"Shut up," Freddy hissed, reaching up to grab the edge of the table. He began to pull himself up, but the other boy pushed him back to the floor.
"Tell me," the dark haired boy said, leaning over him. "Do you think he made her swallow?" His grin widened at the chuckles he got, and Billy felt his stomach clench in disgust as the boy's eyes darkened. "Do you think she liked it?" Fuck this! Billy stooped, grabbing one of Freddy's fallen crutches, and swung.