Chapter 369: Tree Hill High School
Friday, February 3rd, Evening, (Eastern Standard Time)
Things shut down in Tree Hill Friday nights, as many of the residents would leave town to watch the basketball games. Even with their flight two days away, Trin took Wyatt to see these same basketball games. Tonight was the second to last regular-season basketball game.
Trin and Wyatt walked across the floor of the Field House. They walked up to the bleachers; Trin saw Nathan and Haley were already sitting in the bleachers with their grandkids. Trin stopped and smiled; she looked down at Wyatt.
"Wyatt, why don't you sit with your brothers and sister," Trin said.
"Do I have to?" Wyatt asked.
"Yes, I'll just be next to your Aunt Chase," Trin said.
Wyatt made a face, "Okay," he said.
Trin went up a few more rows and found a spot next to Chase. Wyatt sighed and slid down to be next to his brothers, sister, and grandparents.
"Hi Wyatt," Haley said.
"Nana Haley," Wyatt said.
"How have you been?" Haley asked.
"I've been good," Wyatt said.
"Wyatt," Nathan said.
"Papa Nate," Wyatt said.
Nathan nodded, "Why don't you slide time and spend some time with your siblings," Nathan said.
"Okay, Papa Nate," Wyatt said and slid down the bench as slowly as he could.
Wyatt found himself with his three siblings. Wyatt was the oldest, with Lennon only being a few weeks younger. Then came their only sister, Lacy, and the baby of them all, Darren.
"Wyatt," Lennon said.
"Lennon," Wyatt said.
"So, Your Momma wanted you to sit with us?" Lacy asked in a way that wasn't asking.
"She probably wanted to talk to Aunt Chase," Wyatt said.
"So, we have to babysit you," Lacy said.
"Lacy," Lennon said.
"What?" Lacy asked.
"Chill out," Lennon said.
"Why should I?" Lacy asked.
"Wyatt is our brother, after all," Lennon said.
"So, he's never around," Lacy said.
"He lives in New York with his Momma," Lennon said.
"Not my fault," Lacy said.
"It's not my fault, either," Wyatt said.
"Still, why are you here?" Lacy asked.
"I came here to see Uncle Lucas get the award," Wyatt said.
"It wasn't just Uncle Lucas," Lacy said.
"Yeah, well, it was how it was explained to me," Wyatt said.
Lacy was about to say something, but Lennon moved over. "Enough, Lacy," he said.
"Lennon," Lacy said.
"No, Lacy," Lennon said.
Wyatt looked at his blonde-haired brother and red-haired sister. Lennon, at least to Wyatt, always had this surfer attitude about him. He always seemed to be, like the character The Dude in that movie Uncle Tucker watched with him once. Just like The Dude, Lennon abides.
Lacy matched her hair color. She showed a fiery personality. Wyatt knew one thing about his sister if there was a pot to be stirred, she would stir it. His Mom said lacy was just like her mom.
Lacy sighed, "Fine, Lennon," she said.
"Don't mind her, as you know how she can get," Lennon said.
"High energy?" Wyatt asked.
"Nah! Gets into everything," Lennon said.
"Oh really?" Wyatt asked.
Lennon nodded. Wyatt shook his head and looked out among the Field House. Lennon leaned back a bit and looked at his older brother.
"So, you're not taking up basketball," Lennon said.
"Where did you hear that?" Wyatt asked.
"PJ," Lennon said.
Wyatt nodded, "Yeah, not my first choice in sports, and my mom wants me to pick up a sport," he said.
"That might be a good thing," Lennon said.
"Why do you say that?" Wyatt asked.
"Just seeing what Papa Nate goes through, Uncle James in the offseason, and Aunt Ashlyn goes through, maybe it's not for everyone," Lennon said.
"But you play," Wyatt said.
"Yeah, I play because I enjoy playing the game," Lennon said, "And I got a skateboard out of it."
"Even when you don't enjoy it anymore?" Wyatt asked.
"If I don't enjoy it anymore, I walk away," Lennon said.
"That sounds easier said than done," Wyatt said.
"Yeah, well, you know, that's just like, your opinion, Wyatt," Lennon said.
Wyatt shook his head, "You know, there's a world outside Tree Hill," he said.
"I know, I've seen California, and every month I visit Grandma Rachel," Lennon said.
"Yeah, I guess," Wyatt said.
"Wyatt, you have to learn to, well, just abide, man; it makes life so much easier," Lennon said.
"How did you turn out this way?" Wyatt asked.
"The way our dad and my mom were, well, Wyatt man, I've seen some things," Lennon said.
"What are you talking about?" Wyatt asked.
"I was seven making sure we were fed," Lennon said.
Wyatt nodded and looked to Lacy. She had put earbuds in and was listening to music loudly. Wyatt shook his head and looked over to Darren; his baby brother, the five-year-old, sat on the floor of the bleachers and played with his plastic dinosaurs.
He sighed and looked up to the rafters. Wyatt nodded, and tapped on the bench, and thought about what PJ said. Tennis could work; maybe we could ask Marquerite about tennis since she and Léa play tennis. On the other hand, where would PJ come up with the idea of him playing tennis?
"Lennon?" Wyatt asked.
"Yeah?" Lennon asked.
"PJ suggested I take up tennis," Wyatt said.
"Yeah, I think PJ mentioned that, too," Lennon said.
"Where would she even get that idea?" Wyatt asked.
"Oh, that's what you want to know?" Lennon asked.
"Yeah," Wyatt said, "So, do you know?"
"Of course," Lennon said.
"Are you going to tell me?" Wyatt asked.
"Relax, Wyatt man," Lennon said.
"Lennon," Wyatt said.
"Wow, just relax, Wyatt man," Lennon said.
"Wyatt sighed, "Fine," he said.
"It's simple; she learned tennis at Beaulieu," Lennon said.
"Oh," Wyatt said, "I should have known."
"Game is on, Man," Lennon said.
Wyatt nodded and turned to look at the court.
