Authors Note- Sorry for the hold up. It was just my homework, holidays,
friends that was keeping me from writing for so long. Hope you like the
chapter.
Chapter note- If you just wondering I am not making fun of anyone or anything. You'll find a character, Teaul, in this story. He's from my other story, 'Clueless Teaul'. You could read it at fictionpress.com if you want. Pin name: Shine-the-Light16.
Chapter 5- Weakly Tears--
When Matt, Haywood, and Adam first arrived at Andrew's, everybody was just standing around talking and listening to Christmas music.
Matt had a very weird look on his face. "Uh, what's with the Christmas music?"
Haywood and Adam had the same look also. "Yeah, why?"
"Because I like it!" Said Teaul, but everybody calls him, Cluey, because he's so clueless.
Matt walked up to Cluey. "Cluey, it's the end of March. Christmas was a long time ago."
"I know." Answered Cluey, stupidly. "Hey, Matt, when is your sister coming back?"
"I think this summer, but I don't know yet. Why?"
"I want to ask her out. She's hot!" Cluey winked one eye.
"She's seventeen-going-on-eighteen and going to be a senior. Plus, she probably won't even go out with you because you're so stupid!"
"Hey! That wasn't nice!" Growled Cluey.
Matt folded his arms, sighed, and asked, "Cluey, I bet you don't even know where she is. Do you?"
"Yes, I do! She's at the baseball field and she's probably up to bat."
Everybody laughed. Matt said, "What?! She is not at a baseball field and not up to bat!"
"Then where is she?"
Matt sighed. "Europe."
"I'm not up, your sister is! And that's what I just said!"
Matt coughed to clear his throat. "She is not playing baseball. She's in Europe!"
"I-"
Matt cut him off, "Okay, let me rephrase this. She's in Rome. Is that better?"
"Huh? I didn't know she was visiting my aunt, Rome. How did she get the directions, anyway?"
Matt blinked his eyes five times fast. "What?! She is not at your aunts! She's in Europe, Rome, the country! Ever heard of it?"
"Now, my aunts up to bat! Cool!"
"Okay, whatever! See ya!" Matt shook his head and walked off to talk to someone else. He was getting tired of Cluey acting so stupid.
Matt walked to Andrew. " 'Drew, when is this party gonna get exciting?"
"Don't call me 'Drew!" Andrew said, angrily. He used to get picked on. This one kid in third grade used to call him, Drew the blue Elf, because of his name, he liked the color blue and his ears were pointed like an elf. Ever since that day, he doesn't like the nickname 'Drew. He just likes the 'An' in front of 'drew'. Andrew.
"Okay. Don't get so offensive. I just asked you a question. Is this party going to get exciting?"
Andrew had a big smirk on his face. "Yes, yes. Yes it is."
Four hours later, at about 11:00, Andrew stood up on the kitchen table, cleared his throat, and yelled, "Listen everybody. I have a game that will be so fun!"
"What is it?" Asked everybody.
"It's called, Bobbin' For Drunk Apples."
"Huh? How do you play?" Asked everybody.
"It's easy. Has everybody ever heard of Bobbin' For Apples?"
"Yeah!" Answered everybody.
"It's just like that, but instead of water, you use beer."
"Let's play!" Shouted everybody.
Matt stepped in and said, "That game sounds so stupid. I mean, it's like watching, Clifford the Big Red Dog. The show is for babies and so is the game!"
Everybody's eyes widen, "You like Clifford!"
"No. Where would you get that idea?" he lied. He really likes the show, even if he is in a gang.
"Well, we can tell because you're turning bright red." Haywood and Adam laughed.
"Whatever! I'm getting a beer." Matt went to the fridge, got one, opened it up, and starting drinking it.
By the time, 3:30am, Matt and everybody were pretty much drunk. Everybody, including Matt was tripping over stuff, and pretty much spinning in circles.
While Cluey was dancing to the music, he bumped into Matt.
Matt said, "Hey, watch it!"
"I'm drunk. What do you expect? Oh, and sorry, Clifford lover!"
"What did you say?" Matt cracked his knuckles.
"Clifford lover!" Laughed Cluey.
Matt punched him in the nose. He was very mad. He was all fired up!
Haywood said, sounding drunk, "Hey, don't punch Cluey. He did not do anything to you!"
"Shut the heck up, Haywood. Before I do this-" Matt punched him in the face.
Haywood and everybody else glared at Matt with 'ready-to-fight' eyes.
Matt gulped. "Uh-oh!" He ran to the door, opened it, and ran out in the yard with everybody chasing him.
It wasn't about ten seconds later, everybody jumped on Matt and started to beat the crap out of him.
Haywood and a few others helped each other to pick up a big rock and then threw on Matt's stomach. Matt groaned, weakly. Through his weakly tears, he said, "Please. Just stop. Please!"
Haywood said, kicking him in the side, "Matt, you've got what you deserve!" He walked off.
The rock rolled Matt's stomach, but he was still was in pain.
As Matt lied there, suffering in pain, he thought, [Oh, why didn't I listen to Reggie? Haywood and his friends are too dangerous. Way too dangerous. I lost my best friends I'd known I long time, and now the gang. I should've listened to Reggie and then maybe none of this would've happened.]
And a single tear rolled down his cheek as he thought again, [I'm scared. Please help me, Mommy, Daddy, and big sis. I want to go home. Please take me home. I want you to treat me like a kid again. I am just a kid, you know. Before I didn't know that; now I do. Please help me, Mommy, Daddy, and big sis!]
End Chapter 5
Chapter note- If you just wondering I am not making fun of anyone or anything. You'll find a character, Teaul, in this story. He's from my other story, 'Clueless Teaul'. You could read it at fictionpress.com if you want. Pin name: Shine-the-Light16.
Chapter 5- Weakly Tears--
When Matt, Haywood, and Adam first arrived at Andrew's, everybody was just standing around talking and listening to Christmas music.
Matt had a very weird look on his face. "Uh, what's with the Christmas music?"
Haywood and Adam had the same look also. "Yeah, why?"
"Because I like it!" Said Teaul, but everybody calls him, Cluey, because he's so clueless.
Matt walked up to Cluey. "Cluey, it's the end of March. Christmas was a long time ago."
"I know." Answered Cluey, stupidly. "Hey, Matt, when is your sister coming back?"
"I think this summer, but I don't know yet. Why?"
"I want to ask her out. She's hot!" Cluey winked one eye.
"She's seventeen-going-on-eighteen and going to be a senior. Plus, she probably won't even go out with you because you're so stupid!"
"Hey! That wasn't nice!" Growled Cluey.
Matt folded his arms, sighed, and asked, "Cluey, I bet you don't even know where she is. Do you?"
"Yes, I do! She's at the baseball field and she's probably up to bat."
Everybody laughed. Matt said, "What?! She is not at a baseball field and not up to bat!"
"Then where is she?"
Matt sighed. "Europe."
"I'm not up, your sister is! And that's what I just said!"
Matt coughed to clear his throat. "She is not playing baseball. She's in Europe!"
"I-"
Matt cut him off, "Okay, let me rephrase this. She's in Rome. Is that better?"
"Huh? I didn't know she was visiting my aunt, Rome. How did she get the directions, anyway?"
Matt blinked his eyes five times fast. "What?! She is not at your aunts! She's in Europe, Rome, the country! Ever heard of it?"
"Now, my aunts up to bat! Cool!"
"Okay, whatever! See ya!" Matt shook his head and walked off to talk to someone else. He was getting tired of Cluey acting so stupid.
Matt walked to Andrew. " 'Drew, when is this party gonna get exciting?"
"Don't call me 'Drew!" Andrew said, angrily. He used to get picked on. This one kid in third grade used to call him, Drew the blue Elf, because of his name, he liked the color blue and his ears were pointed like an elf. Ever since that day, he doesn't like the nickname 'Drew. He just likes the 'An' in front of 'drew'. Andrew.
"Okay. Don't get so offensive. I just asked you a question. Is this party going to get exciting?"
Andrew had a big smirk on his face. "Yes, yes. Yes it is."
Four hours later, at about 11:00, Andrew stood up on the kitchen table, cleared his throat, and yelled, "Listen everybody. I have a game that will be so fun!"
"What is it?" Asked everybody.
"It's called, Bobbin' For Drunk Apples."
"Huh? How do you play?" Asked everybody.
"It's easy. Has everybody ever heard of Bobbin' For Apples?"
"Yeah!" Answered everybody.
"It's just like that, but instead of water, you use beer."
"Let's play!" Shouted everybody.
Matt stepped in and said, "That game sounds so stupid. I mean, it's like watching, Clifford the Big Red Dog. The show is for babies and so is the game!"
Everybody's eyes widen, "You like Clifford!"
"No. Where would you get that idea?" he lied. He really likes the show, even if he is in a gang.
"Well, we can tell because you're turning bright red." Haywood and Adam laughed.
"Whatever! I'm getting a beer." Matt went to the fridge, got one, opened it up, and starting drinking it.
By the time, 3:30am, Matt and everybody were pretty much drunk. Everybody, including Matt was tripping over stuff, and pretty much spinning in circles.
While Cluey was dancing to the music, he bumped into Matt.
Matt said, "Hey, watch it!"
"I'm drunk. What do you expect? Oh, and sorry, Clifford lover!"
"What did you say?" Matt cracked his knuckles.
"Clifford lover!" Laughed Cluey.
Matt punched him in the nose. He was very mad. He was all fired up!
Haywood said, sounding drunk, "Hey, don't punch Cluey. He did not do anything to you!"
"Shut the heck up, Haywood. Before I do this-" Matt punched him in the face.
Haywood and everybody else glared at Matt with 'ready-to-fight' eyes.
Matt gulped. "Uh-oh!" He ran to the door, opened it, and ran out in the yard with everybody chasing him.
It wasn't about ten seconds later, everybody jumped on Matt and started to beat the crap out of him.
Haywood and a few others helped each other to pick up a big rock and then threw on Matt's stomach. Matt groaned, weakly. Through his weakly tears, he said, "Please. Just stop. Please!"
Haywood said, kicking him in the side, "Matt, you've got what you deserve!" He walked off.
The rock rolled Matt's stomach, but he was still was in pain.
As Matt lied there, suffering in pain, he thought, [Oh, why didn't I listen to Reggie? Haywood and his friends are too dangerous. Way too dangerous. I lost my best friends I'd known I long time, and now the gang. I should've listened to Reggie and then maybe none of this would've happened.]
And a single tear rolled down his cheek as he thought again, [I'm scared. Please help me, Mommy, Daddy, and big sis. I want to go home. Please take me home. I want you to treat me like a kid again. I am just a kid, you know. Before I didn't know that; now I do. Please help me, Mommy, Daddy, and big sis!]
End Chapter 5