Bittersweet
Chapter Three
"Memory of a Real Funky Bunch"
The next day I spent visiting Jerry's family, hanging with Sofi, and catching up with old friends from our neighborhood. I even got in on a hockey game. I kicked ass, considering Angel and Jack were the one who originally taught me to skate and play hockey, while Jerry, Camille, and Bobby sat on the sidelines and watched, and laughed. I remember falling, only once, and that I had managed to take my two mentors down with me.
I remember having sleepovers at my house, with the girls, and having most if not all of them either ambushed by the Mercer boys and their friends, or involved my friends and I going to them. One of my favorite memories was going to the movie theater with a bunch of friends, and running into the boys and their friends there. We went in, and took up like an entire row full of people, but we all spaced out across the theater anyway. No one else was there, or they left because of us. It was like a party. People were throwing popcorn and shouting to others rows away. Of what I actually saw, it wasn't a bad movie. Couldn't tell you a thing about it, though. Nothing else keeps your attention when you're with like fourteen friends. It was awesome. I don't think I have a better memory than that one. That was a priceless one I wouldn't trade for anything.
I know Evelyn house was always playing music. I remember dancing with the guys in the living room to "Ain't Too Proud To Beg", probably one of my favorite songs ever. I don't know how I ended up dancing and lip-syncing, furthermore getting the guys to do the same, but it happened. I remember them lined up in a row, pretending to sing, maybe actually singing at times (though they weren't exactly record-deal material), just like The Temptations, with the exception of there being only four of them. Evelyn would look on, and just smile, shake her head, and chuckle.
I was in the house, and someone knocked on the door. Bobby answered it, to see a woman and a small boy standing there. "Can I help you?"
"Bobby Mercer?" The woman asked.
Bobby looked at the little boy for a second. "Why? Is he...Bobby Mercer's?"
"Oh, haha no. I'm looking for--"
"Aubrey!" the little boy shouted, and ran to me.
"Hey, kiddo!" I said, picking him up.
Bobby was very flustered by all this. His eyes, full of confusion, ricocheted back between me and my friend on the doorstep many times before Bobby made a speech attempt. "Can someone please fill me in on all this!" Angelcame downstairs, curious about the commotion from the hall.
"Boys, this is Jack, my nephew. Kind of."