I Can Do This 3/?
"Now aren't ya glad I made ya start gettin' outta the house," Bosco asked a few weeks later as they finished their run at the steps of Faith's building.
"Ya didn't 'Make' me do anything. I just didn't wanna listen to ya whine about lunch," Faith replied indignantly as she started up the steps. "You couldn't carry me if ya tried."
"What the hell's that supposed to mean? You could stand to lose a few pounds, but I could carry ya," Bosco remarked, following Faith into the building.
"Geez, Bosco! I'm not insulting your manhood or anything. It's just we're the same size," Faith smirked as the exited the elevator on her floor. "Face it, Bos. I'm just too much woman for ya."
"Oh, yeah," was Bosco's witty response as he whisked Faith off her feet.
"Bosco, put me down," Faith tried to say in her sternest voice, but laughing anyway. She wrapped her arms around his neck and watched as his determined face turned red. "Put me down, I mean it."
As they rounded the corner, Bosco turned his head to look at her with that hurt little boy look on his face that had kept her from killing him on several occasions. "You didn't say the magic word."
"I got two magic words for ya - Emergency Room - now put me down before I put you there," Faith laughed harder still at the goofy grin spreading across Bosco's face.
"Boscorelli, put my wife down now," Fred bellowed from the open doorway.
"Fred, what are ya doin' home," Faith asked as she disentangled herself from Bosco.
"You got a doctor's appointment in 20 minutes, remember," Fred answered while still glaring at Bosco.
"Well, we better go then. Lock up when ya leave, Bos," Faith grabbed Fred's hand and started to drag him back toward the elevator. Fred glared at Bosco until they were out of sight.
"See ya tomorrow," Bosco remarked to the empty hallway before going inside to shower.
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Bosco dashed out of Faith's bathroom with a towel barely around his waist and grabbed the phone. "Hello?"
"Mr. Yokas, this is Principal Rogers. I need you to come down to the school and pick up Charles right away."
"Is he ok," Bosco asked trying to secure the towel more firmly.
"HE is fine; however, we had to send another child to the emergency room. He was fighting and we need to discuss how we're going to deal with this situation, Mr. Yokas. Could you come down to the school, please?"
"I'll be right there," Bosco dressed quickly then headed to the school. He decided that Faith wouldn't mind him picking up Charlie since she couldn't miss her appointment.
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Bosco spotted Charlie sitting in the office next to another child. Both of them were scowling and looked as if they had been in a fight. He got that familiar feeling of dread that he used to get when he was the one in trouble and had to see the Principal. Clearing his throat he approached the counter and the harried looking sectary on the other side. "I'm here to pick up Charlie Yokas."
"Just a moment, Mr. Yokas, Principal Rogers would like to have a word with you."
"But I'm not.." Bosco tried to explain as another woman approached him.
"I don't believe we've met, I'm Principal Rogers. We need to discuss Charles' behavior. He and his friend here were fighting with another child. I'm afraid he is suspended from school for 3 days."
"Wait, I'm not his dad, I just came to pick him up. I can have his parents call when they get home," Bosco finally managed to say.
"I'm sorry, but we can't let just anyone pick up a child from school," Principal Rogers replied looking at Bosco like he'd grown a second head.
"This is my Uncle Bosco. He can pick me up. It's ok with my mom," Charlie jumped up from the bench and started to move toward the door. "Come on Uncle B."
"Freeze," Bosco barked. "Do I need to sign him out or anything?"
Principal Rogers consulted the file folder in her hand checking to see if Bosco was on the list of people approved to pick Charlie up. Finding his name there, she allowed them to leave.
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"What happened, Chuck," Bosco asked as he pulled into traffic.
"That stupid Justin always gets on my nerves. He's such a whiner," Charlie responded crossing his arms over his chest.
"Is Justin the kid in the office?"
"No, that was Steve. Justin had to go get stitches. He fell and cracked his chin on the sidewalk."
"So you and Steve were fighting with Justin?"
"He's such a whiney little baby."
"Ya tellin' me you and Steve were pickin' on a littler kid?"
"Yeah, he annoys the crap outta us. He always wants us to let him play ball and he sucks. We didn't want him bothering us anymore."
"Chuck, ya can't be beatin kids up just because they're botherin ya."
"Why not? You do that at work all the time."
"You think that's what we do? That's just the opposite of what me and your mom do. We help the little guy keep from getting beat up. What ya did was wrong, Chuck," Bosco said looking over at him as he pulled up in front of Faith's building.
He saw a tear on Charlie's cheek before he bolted out of Bosco's car and up the stairs. Bosco followed behind and went up to wait for Faith and Fred to return.
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"What are ya still doin' here," Faith asked when she saw Bosco sitting on the couch in front of the TV. "Christopher's gonna have your ass if you're late."
"I picked Charlie up from school and I didn't wanna leave him here alone," Bosco stood up and gathered up his gym bag.
"What happened? Is he ok? Charlie," Faith called down the hallway.
"He got in a fight at school. I told Principal Rogers I'd have ya call. He's suspended," Bosco explained to Fred as Faith went to see Charlie.
Fred sighed, ashamed of how stupid he'd been when he saw Bosco carrying Faith. "Thanks for getting him, Bosco. I'll have a talk with him. Sorry about earlier."
"Not a problem, but I already had a talk with him and I don't' think it's gonna happen again," Bosco moved toward the door. "I gotta go. See ya, Faith."
"Hey, hold up a second. Whatta ya mean you had a talk with him," Fred said a little too loudly as he moved to block the door.
"I talked to him in the car about fightin on the way back here," Bosco replied with a confused look on his face. What had he done to piss Fred off now?
"You're steppin' over the line, Boscorelli. He's my son and I'm the one who should be talkin' to him," Fred yelled as he got up in Bosco's face.
"Fred! Calm down. Bosco didn't do anything wrong," Faith yelled putting a hand on Fred's arm to get his attention. "Bos, you better get to work. We'll talk about this tomorrow."
"We won't talk about this tomorrow. Get outta my house, Boscorelli," Fred yelled before stalking off to the kitchen.
Bosco clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. "I'm goin', Faith. Chuck, be ready to run tomorrow." He walked out of the apartment as calmly as he could. He heard Fred yell something as the door closed and Faith's voice yelling back through the door. Poor Charlie, he thought as he started toward the elevator.
"Now aren't ya glad I made ya start gettin' outta the house," Bosco asked a few weeks later as they finished their run at the steps of Faith's building.
"Ya didn't 'Make' me do anything. I just didn't wanna listen to ya whine about lunch," Faith replied indignantly as she started up the steps. "You couldn't carry me if ya tried."
"What the hell's that supposed to mean? You could stand to lose a few pounds, but I could carry ya," Bosco remarked, following Faith into the building.
"Geez, Bosco! I'm not insulting your manhood or anything. It's just we're the same size," Faith smirked as the exited the elevator on her floor. "Face it, Bos. I'm just too much woman for ya."
"Oh, yeah," was Bosco's witty response as he whisked Faith off her feet.
"Bosco, put me down," Faith tried to say in her sternest voice, but laughing anyway. She wrapped her arms around his neck and watched as his determined face turned red. "Put me down, I mean it."
As they rounded the corner, Bosco turned his head to look at her with that hurt little boy look on his face that had kept her from killing him on several occasions. "You didn't say the magic word."
"I got two magic words for ya - Emergency Room - now put me down before I put you there," Faith laughed harder still at the goofy grin spreading across Bosco's face.
"Boscorelli, put my wife down now," Fred bellowed from the open doorway.
"Fred, what are ya doin' home," Faith asked as she disentangled herself from Bosco.
"You got a doctor's appointment in 20 minutes, remember," Fred answered while still glaring at Bosco.
"Well, we better go then. Lock up when ya leave, Bos," Faith grabbed Fred's hand and started to drag him back toward the elevator. Fred glared at Bosco until they were out of sight.
"See ya tomorrow," Bosco remarked to the empty hallway before going inside to shower.
*********
Bosco dashed out of Faith's bathroom with a towel barely around his waist and grabbed the phone. "Hello?"
"Mr. Yokas, this is Principal Rogers. I need you to come down to the school and pick up Charles right away."
"Is he ok," Bosco asked trying to secure the towel more firmly.
"HE is fine; however, we had to send another child to the emergency room. He was fighting and we need to discuss how we're going to deal with this situation, Mr. Yokas. Could you come down to the school, please?"
"I'll be right there," Bosco dressed quickly then headed to the school. He decided that Faith wouldn't mind him picking up Charlie since she couldn't miss her appointment.
*********
Bosco spotted Charlie sitting in the office next to another child. Both of them were scowling and looked as if they had been in a fight. He got that familiar feeling of dread that he used to get when he was the one in trouble and had to see the Principal. Clearing his throat he approached the counter and the harried looking sectary on the other side. "I'm here to pick up Charlie Yokas."
"Just a moment, Mr. Yokas, Principal Rogers would like to have a word with you."
"But I'm not.." Bosco tried to explain as another woman approached him.
"I don't believe we've met, I'm Principal Rogers. We need to discuss Charles' behavior. He and his friend here were fighting with another child. I'm afraid he is suspended from school for 3 days."
"Wait, I'm not his dad, I just came to pick him up. I can have his parents call when they get home," Bosco finally managed to say.
"I'm sorry, but we can't let just anyone pick up a child from school," Principal Rogers replied looking at Bosco like he'd grown a second head.
"This is my Uncle Bosco. He can pick me up. It's ok with my mom," Charlie jumped up from the bench and started to move toward the door. "Come on Uncle B."
"Freeze," Bosco barked. "Do I need to sign him out or anything?"
Principal Rogers consulted the file folder in her hand checking to see if Bosco was on the list of people approved to pick Charlie up. Finding his name there, she allowed them to leave.
*********
"What happened, Chuck," Bosco asked as he pulled into traffic.
"That stupid Justin always gets on my nerves. He's such a whiner," Charlie responded crossing his arms over his chest.
"Is Justin the kid in the office?"
"No, that was Steve. Justin had to go get stitches. He fell and cracked his chin on the sidewalk."
"So you and Steve were fighting with Justin?"
"He's such a whiney little baby."
"Ya tellin' me you and Steve were pickin' on a littler kid?"
"Yeah, he annoys the crap outta us. He always wants us to let him play ball and he sucks. We didn't want him bothering us anymore."
"Chuck, ya can't be beatin kids up just because they're botherin ya."
"Why not? You do that at work all the time."
"You think that's what we do? That's just the opposite of what me and your mom do. We help the little guy keep from getting beat up. What ya did was wrong, Chuck," Bosco said looking over at him as he pulled up in front of Faith's building.
He saw a tear on Charlie's cheek before he bolted out of Bosco's car and up the stairs. Bosco followed behind and went up to wait for Faith and Fred to return.
*********
"What are ya still doin' here," Faith asked when she saw Bosco sitting on the couch in front of the TV. "Christopher's gonna have your ass if you're late."
"I picked Charlie up from school and I didn't wanna leave him here alone," Bosco stood up and gathered up his gym bag.
"What happened? Is he ok? Charlie," Faith called down the hallway.
"He got in a fight at school. I told Principal Rogers I'd have ya call. He's suspended," Bosco explained to Fred as Faith went to see Charlie.
Fred sighed, ashamed of how stupid he'd been when he saw Bosco carrying Faith. "Thanks for getting him, Bosco. I'll have a talk with him. Sorry about earlier."
"Not a problem, but I already had a talk with him and I don't' think it's gonna happen again," Bosco moved toward the door. "I gotta go. See ya, Faith."
"Hey, hold up a second. Whatta ya mean you had a talk with him," Fred said a little too loudly as he moved to block the door.
"I talked to him in the car about fightin on the way back here," Bosco replied with a confused look on his face. What had he done to piss Fred off now?
"You're steppin' over the line, Boscorelli. He's my son and I'm the one who should be talkin' to him," Fred yelled as he got up in Bosco's face.
"Fred! Calm down. Bosco didn't do anything wrong," Faith yelled putting a hand on Fred's arm to get his attention. "Bos, you better get to work. We'll talk about this tomorrow."
"We won't talk about this tomorrow. Get outta my house, Boscorelli," Fred yelled before stalking off to the kitchen.
Bosco clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. "I'm goin', Faith. Chuck, be ready to run tomorrow." He walked out of the apartment as calmly as he could. He heard Fred yell something as the door closed and Faith's voice yelling back through the door. Poor Charlie, he thought as he started toward the elevator.