Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters in this story are
borrowed from the TV show "Home Improvement". I own no characters except
for Matt. No money is being made from this story. Any resemblance of a
character in this story to any real person living or dead is purely
coincidental. Likewise, any resemblance between an organisation depicted in
this story and any such actual organisation is purely coincidental.
Authors note: I know it takes me a while to update on this story but I am in the middle of others which receive more reviews so... REVIEW IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE. OK? Anyway, this chapter is set in flashbacks remember?
CHAPTER 4:
Brad pulled into his own driveway. It was past 2:00 AM, and he hoped that Randy hadn't told his parents. He knew they would freak. He prayed they weren't waiting up for him. He couldn't see any lights on but this wouldn't be the first time his parents had sat awake in the dark for him, trying to trick him into thinking they were asleep. He sat in his car for a while, closing his eyes letting his mind drift back to when it all started.
FLASHBACK:
"Hey Brad. Wait up!" Matt yelled as he ran after Brad after soccer practise. "You're not still mad at me for offering you those kicks last time are you? I mean, that was ages ago, and you're just not talking to me like you use to. Don't tell me you are turning into one of those goody- goody t.p's are you?" He took a long sip from his water bottle.
"No man, that was ages ago. I'm over that. No big deal, and do you really picture me as one of those Henry Falette types?" They both laughed. Henry Falette was one of the dorkiest guys in school, not to mention the biggest suck up to the teachers.
"Good. Now don't get mad, just listen to me. I know you said that you didn't want them but you just did the best kick out there and I think that you could easily go pro. If you're on this. Coach Martin use to use this stuff. It's like magic. He was the one who first gave it to me. Now, are you going to give it a try? It can't hurt." Matt said pulling out a few a bag of fine white powder.
"Speed huh? And Coach Martin recommends it?" Brad said, suspiciously eyeing the powder.
"Yep. You in?"
Brad hesitated, then said "What the hell". He bought a packet of the substance off Matt for only $25, discount price Matt said. He knew it was wrong, but Matt made it sound so convincing. Besides, you only lived once, right?
The next day before the game, Matt came up to him and asked; "You taken it yet?"
"No, should I?" He asked, pulling the tablets out of his pocket.
"Yeah. Come on, come out to the locker room and have a few lines."
Brad followed Matt out back and quickly snorted the few lines there were. He immediately felt an adrenaline rush. His heart felt like a flying scotsman. He left the locker room and went back out to the field. He watched his parents silently join the sidelines, ready to watch his game. They had no idea what he had just done to himself.
END FLASHBACK
Brad opened his eyes after replaying the whole first time in his head. He had told Randy he only just started trying them. He had lied. It had been going on for months. He'd gone out to parties, and tried everything there. And now he had a problem, he had the shakes, and he switched frequently between anger and depression, not to mention he was now an insomniac. And he was addicted. And he knew it.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
Authors note: I know it takes me a while to update on this story but I am in the middle of others which receive more reviews so... REVIEW IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE. OK? Anyway, this chapter is set in flashbacks remember?
CHAPTER 4:
Brad pulled into his own driveway. It was past 2:00 AM, and he hoped that Randy hadn't told his parents. He knew they would freak. He prayed they weren't waiting up for him. He couldn't see any lights on but this wouldn't be the first time his parents had sat awake in the dark for him, trying to trick him into thinking they were asleep. He sat in his car for a while, closing his eyes letting his mind drift back to when it all started.
FLASHBACK:
"Hey Brad. Wait up!" Matt yelled as he ran after Brad after soccer practise. "You're not still mad at me for offering you those kicks last time are you? I mean, that was ages ago, and you're just not talking to me like you use to. Don't tell me you are turning into one of those goody- goody t.p's are you?" He took a long sip from his water bottle.
"No man, that was ages ago. I'm over that. No big deal, and do you really picture me as one of those Henry Falette types?" They both laughed. Henry Falette was one of the dorkiest guys in school, not to mention the biggest suck up to the teachers.
"Good. Now don't get mad, just listen to me. I know you said that you didn't want them but you just did the best kick out there and I think that you could easily go pro. If you're on this. Coach Martin use to use this stuff. It's like magic. He was the one who first gave it to me. Now, are you going to give it a try? It can't hurt." Matt said pulling out a few a bag of fine white powder.
"Speed huh? And Coach Martin recommends it?" Brad said, suspiciously eyeing the powder.
"Yep. You in?"
Brad hesitated, then said "What the hell". He bought a packet of the substance off Matt for only $25, discount price Matt said. He knew it was wrong, but Matt made it sound so convincing. Besides, you only lived once, right?
The next day before the game, Matt came up to him and asked; "You taken it yet?"
"No, should I?" He asked, pulling the tablets out of his pocket.
"Yeah. Come on, come out to the locker room and have a few lines."
Brad followed Matt out back and quickly snorted the few lines there were. He immediately felt an adrenaline rush. His heart felt like a flying scotsman. He left the locker room and went back out to the field. He watched his parents silently join the sidelines, ready to watch his game. They had no idea what he had just done to himself.
END FLASHBACK
Brad opened his eyes after replaying the whole first time in his head. He had told Randy he only just started trying them. He had lied. It had been going on for months. He'd gone out to parties, and tried everything there. And now he had a problem, he had the shakes, and he switched frequently between anger and depression, not to mention he was now an insomniac. And he was addicted. And he knew it.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?