Thank you public for the 1 review I got. I'm hoping for more. I know the first chapter was a bit boring so I'll go straight to the action. Soon.
Also I'd like to say that in my story TJ owns a mobile. I doubt he owns one in the television show.
Standard disclaimer applies.
So the plans were made. On Saturday the gang would hang out and eat pizza at Kellso's and on Sunday they would go skateboarding.
The next day at Kellso's, TJ stood waiting for his friends to arrive. They were already five minutes late and he was getting bored of waiting outside in the cold. With his hands in his pockets, TJ twiddled his fingers around in the lining of his trousers. They caught onto something. TJ took out a slip of paper that was scrunched up in his left pocket. It read;
"TJ,
Your friend, Spinelli, called yesterday afternoon when you were doing homework. She said that she can't come tomorrow to Kellso's because wrestling clashes with your arrangement.
Love Mum.
P.S. Make sure you wear clean underwear tomorrow."
TJ sighed. His mum must have put it in his pocket yesterday when he was reading comics. She always left a fresh pair of trousers for him.
Well that's one of his friends who aren't late. Who aren't coming.
He stood there for another few minutes before he got onto the rock kicking stage of boredom. Where was everyone? TJ folded the paper and put it back into his pocket.
Mr. Kellso mopping up a mess when he noticed TJ leaning against the window railing of his store. He went outside and said to TJ, "Hey TJ, how are things going?'
"Not so good I'm afraid. My friends are fifteen minutes late to meeting me here."
"Listen, yesterday ten minutes after everyone had gone, Vince came running back and asked if you were still here. I told him that you left with everybody else. He said something about not being able to make it today."
There was an uncomfortable silence.
TJ decided to break it, "Well… do you know why?"
"I'm sorry. I don't." answered Kellso and he looked down while wiping his hands on the white hand towel that he was holding, "Do you want to go wait inside?"
TJ nodded and entered the store. He bought a handful of Beany McGum and sat down at the counter.
Just then his phone rang. He rummaged around in his pockets to find where the music was coming from. He grabbed the phone and answered. It was Gus… Actually it was Gus's father shouting in his old military tone. TJ had to hold the phone back a bit because it was so loud.
"Sergeant Griswold here! I am afraid that my son cannot attend today's meeting with his… err… friends. He has already been scheduled for lessons in evasive action."
"Err… ok? Is Gus there?" asked TJ.
"He cannot come to the phone at this time. I can have him call you back at seven pm."
"No, it's okay. I'll see him tomorrow," replied TJ and he hung up.
Ok. Three of his five best friends have abandoned him. Now where are the others? Almost an hour passed and still no one came. TJ said goodbye and left in the direction of his home. There was nothing more he could do. Not till tomorrow.
