They all think he's dim-witted, but the truth is, he's actually pretty smart. But with a brain on the team already, his smarts are pushed aside. Just like their old life. Sometimes he just wished he could go back home and forget that it had ever happened, but then his friends grin at him and clap him on the back, cheering him on in their fight. Things like that always had a way of changing his mind.
"Hey, Herry, are you coming?" A shadow falls across his door, and he looks up into a concerned pair of chocolate brown eyes. Chocolate. Automatically, his stomach growls, and he gets up and stretches.
"Sure I'm coming," he replies. "I wouldn't miss Theresa's baking for the world."
Jay sniggers, and soon the two friends are tromping down the stairs, stampeding into the kitchen like a herd of elephants, much to the girls' dismay.
Click.