My notes: OK, so I know I just posted, but it was a really short chapter! And anyway, the more I post, the sooner I can get this thing done and get started on my next fic. OK, so question, should I do my Sunshine romance next, or should I go with the Gerry's kids thing? I guess I'll take a vote. So if you review (which I hope you do!) vote!
~Chapter 8: Alan~
I've known Gerry Bertier since I was, like, I don't know...probably since I was born. He was a year older than me but that never kept him from being my friend. When we were... I think I was 7 and Gerry was 8. Anyway, he told me that since he didn't have any siblings, and neither did I, he wanted to be my big brother. For a skinny second grader, it sure didn't sound too bad to have a big third grader for a big brother. Even if we didn't actually share our parents. And, yeah, Gerry was big for his age. Even in third grade.
Me and Gerry managed to get into our share of trouble over the years. Like the time we snuck into the school early one morning when we were in Junior High. (The fact that we were in Junior High is our only excuse for our stupidity and immaturity) We went into the principal's office and put some kind of crazy glue stuff on the earpiece and the back of the receiver of the principal's phone. They found out that it was us, unfortunately, but we didn't get caught until after the principal stuck the phone to his ear and hand. We got, like, two weeks detention, but it was great. We went down in history! And that was pre-Titans. (Hey! note: kids, don't pull any tricks like that. Emma will have my head on a silver platter!)
Yeah, me and Gerry were trouble. But he grew out of it pretty quick. When he hit nineth grade, he staightened up really quick. He didn't want to lose the chance to play linebacker for Coach Yoast at Hammond High. I had my last year of trouble before I went to Hammond. I became a linebacker, too. It was great playing for Yoast and side-by-side with Gerry.
He was such a good player that he made all-American his sophmore year. He got it again in eleventh grade. But I never made it. Gerry was great though. He never rubbed it in that he was better than me. He even spent extra time with me practicing. Trying to help me.
Then came 1971. When we became Titans. It changed us. We learned that people are all equal. Not the same, but equal. Or as Rev would say, everybody you meet is "just another blessed child in God's lovin' family."
Gerry was paralyzed that year. Fron the waist down. And he couldn't run or play football ever again. I could never have seen that coming. Bertier? Gerry, not able to play anymore? But he took it pretty well. He didn't really talk about it much, but he was always pretty optimistic.
When we lost him, it really tore me up. He was the best friend I ever had. The BEST. Bar none.
So, kids, don't ever forget about him. He loved you more than life. And he was a man anybody should have felt lucky knowing.
-Alan Bosley #48
~Chapter 8: Alan~
I've known Gerry Bertier since I was, like, I don't know...probably since I was born. He was a year older than me but that never kept him from being my friend. When we were... I think I was 7 and Gerry was 8. Anyway, he told me that since he didn't have any siblings, and neither did I, he wanted to be my big brother. For a skinny second grader, it sure didn't sound too bad to have a big third grader for a big brother. Even if we didn't actually share our parents. And, yeah, Gerry was big for his age. Even in third grade.
Me and Gerry managed to get into our share of trouble over the years. Like the time we snuck into the school early one morning when we were in Junior High. (The fact that we were in Junior High is our only excuse for our stupidity and immaturity) We went into the principal's office and put some kind of crazy glue stuff on the earpiece and the back of the receiver of the principal's phone. They found out that it was us, unfortunately, but we didn't get caught until after the principal stuck the phone to his ear and hand. We got, like, two weeks detention, but it was great. We went down in history! And that was pre-Titans. (Hey! note: kids, don't pull any tricks like that. Emma will have my head on a silver platter!)
Yeah, me and Gerry were trouble. But he grew out of it pretty quick. When he hit nineth grade, he staightened up really quick. He didn't want to lose the chance to play linebacker for Coach Yoast at Hammond High. I had my last year of trouble before I went to Hammond. I became a linebacker, too. It was great playing for Yoast and side-by-side with Gerry.
He was such a good player that he made all-American his sophmore year. He got it again in eleventh grade. But I never made it. Gerry was great though. He never rubbed it in that he was better than me. He even spent extra time with me practicing. Trying to help me.
Then came 1971. When we became Titans. It changed us. We learned that people are all equal. Not the same, but equal. Or as Rev would say, everybody you meet is "just another blessed child in God's lovin' family."
Gerry was paralyzed that year. Fron the waist down. And he couldn't run or play football ever again. I could never have seen that coming. Bertier? Gerry, not able to play anymore? But he took it pretty well. He didn't really talk about it much, but he was always pretty optimistic.
When we lost him, it really tore me up. He was the best friend I ever had. The BEST. Bar none.
So, kids, don't ever forget about him. He loved you more than life. And he was a man anybody should have felt lucky knowing.
-Alan Bosley #48