Archie looked at the track. This was his only chance if he ever thought he was going to make the cut for the M.E.C.H squad. He has trained for this since he was 11 years old.
M.E.C.H squad tryouts were next week and he was a nervous wreck. He hadn't slept well in a long while. He just lay awake at look at his ceiling in awe. Wondering if he was going to make the squad.
Fred was on the finishing line with a timer.
"Ready, Set, GO!" he yelled.
Archie shot down the track like a bat outta hell, leaving nothing but dirt behind him. He panted and panted as he raced down the track. Finally, he crossed the finish line.
"How did I do?" Archie asked.
Fred looked at him with a discouraging look, "You could've done better."
"Blow me," Archie joked. He looked around the track. "Security's coming," you weren't supposed to be on the track after school hours, especially because of the war going on.
They ran to the exit and shot through the door. They walked on the sidewalk to McDonalds and opened the door. Fred looked at the menu. "Hook me up with a Big Mac, Super Size Fries, a Sprite, and yo phone number."
She shot him a nasty look. "Maybe not," he said, "Can I get cha name?"
Her nasty look turned into a grin. Archie looked at the door as a strange man walked in with a heavy coat, sunglasses, and a hat. But it was the middle of summer and he had all that stuff on. Archie studied the man carefully as Fred handed the girl his money.
"This is a stick up!" he shouted as he pointed a 9mm Pistol at the cashier, "Fill up the damn bag!"
Everyone put their hands up as the young cashier filled up the bag. When the bag was filled he ran out the door.
Archie raced after him as the man crossed the street into the woods and but he was close behind. The man turned back and shot his pistol at Archie. He ducked and kept running after him. The stranger ran up the curb and Archie knew he wasn't goin' to catch him. He looked at a rock sitting on the ground (this wasn't your regular rock, this was a big rock. . . . a real BIG ROCK!) Hopefully being Quarterback in High School would pay off. He picked it up and launched it down the sidewalk.
He hit him in the back of the head sidetracking him long enough for Archie to tackle him. Behind him Fred shot out of the woods.
"You got him?" he asked.
"Yeah."
A couple hours later the cops came and took the man away.
They walked to Fred's apartment and sat on the sofa.
"That was some good hustle man!" Fred said with a mouthful of Big Mac.
"Thanks man," he replied. He stuffed some fries into his mouth and turned on the TV. He flipped through channels until he found something he wanted to watch. He stopped on ESPN. The Michigan-Ohio State game was on.
"I got 50 bucks on Michigan," Archie said.
"I got 50 on Ohio State."
After Archie was done eating he grabbed a cigarette and lit it. He blew the smoke in Fred's face.
"I thought I told you not to smoke in my domain."
Archie stared at him for a minute. "You know what you can do for me?"
"What?"
"Blow me!"
Fred got up and went in his room and closed the door. Archie looked at the game, got up, went to the kitchen, got a beer, sat down, drunk the beer, dropped the bottle and went to sleep.
He had a long day ahead tomorrow and needed to get the rest he deserved. But something was still bugging him. The man looked familiar, like it was someone he knew. He didn't worry about it though, he just went to sleep.