lol so here's chapter three! Yay! Well, I came up with the idea for this chapter when me and my friends were talking about why girls usually play softball, and yea... And sorry if the grammar/spelling isn't perfect cause today's been crazy, and I'm just kind of out of it right now, lol.
Anyway, please read it and tell me what ya think! If you do I'll love you foreverz!
Fang and Matt were tossing a baseball back and forth. Matt didn't really like baseball, but he didn't want to disappoint his dad. After awhile, Fang tossed it too far, causing Matt to back up so he could catch it. He watched as Matt, backed up, tripping over a root.
"Uhg!" Matt yelled, falling onto his butt.
Fang rushed forward to the aid of his five year old son. "You ok?"
Matt nodded, as Fang pulled him up onto his feet. "Yeah… Can I go inside now dad? I don't want to play baseball."
He frowned, "Oh, well how about soccer? Signups are in a couple of weeks!"
Matt sighed exasperated, "No, dad! I don't like baseball and hockey, soccer, and football are the girls' sports!"
Fang tried to hide his disappointment. All he wanted was for his only son to play some sort of sport. But nooooo, he had to get an unathletic, video game loving son! He forced a smile, "Well, what sport do you wanna play?"
He thought for a second, "Um….how about ballet! That sounds fun!"
Fangs eyes widened in disbelief. "Seriously? Alex plays hockey, Kyle plays football, and Danny plays soccer! And they're girls!"
"Guys do ballet!" he frowned.
Fang clenched his teeth, "You cannot do ballet!"
He crossed his arms and smirked, he knew someone who always beat his dad in arguments. "MOM!" he yelled.
Max came running out of the house. "What the hell do you guys want? I was watching my soap operas! If I miss anything important I'm gonna be pissed!"
Fang's eyes widened, he knew what that sneaky bastard was trying to do. "Nothing honey, we were just discussing sports."
She rolled her eyes, ignoring him. "What do you need Matt?"
"Dad is trying to tell me what sport to play!" he stomped his foot.
Max sighed, "I'm missing my soaps for this? Fang, he can play whatever sport he wants, I don't care what you say."
Fang gapped at her, "But it's not even a sport! It's freaking ballet!"
She raised her eyebrows, then laughed, "Well if he wants to do ballet, he can, it's his choice."
"But…But…but…" he stammered.
She frowned, "Fang, you can't tell him he can't do freaking ballet if he wants to! You didn't say the girls couldn't play guy sports."
"That's different!"
Ignoring him, she turned to Matt, "After my soaps are over, I'll go online, and search for some dance studios, ok sweetie."
Matt nodded enthusiastically, "Ok mom! I'm gonna go inside and tell the girls!"
Max smiled, watching him bound up the porch stairs into the house. Then she turned to Fang, "I do not care what you say, he can play whatever sport he wants. Now if you want to play 'ball' or whatever it's called, just get one of the girls! And leave Matt alone about this."
He sighed defeated, "Fine…"