"Saddie took my journal," Doc said after taking a swig of water.
"Saddie took my journal," I mimicked, my mouth full.
"Don't talk with your mouth full," he snapped.
"I'll talk however I want, Josiah."
"Will you two just stop fighting?" My dad yelled.
I nodded and took my plate into the kitchen to clean it off. Doc fallowed.
"I'm sorry," he started, placing his plate in the sink on top of mine.
"Why are you apologizing?" I asked.
He looked down and smiled his usual stop-being-mean-to-me-I'm-so-innocent, smile.
"I should be the one apologizing."
"I didn't think you would," he said, his head still bowed.
"I'm not that heartless," I said, offended.
"I never said you were." He brought his head up again and looked in my eyes.
"You know, you're not like anyone of the other boys Doc," I said, trying my best not to sound like I was lying.
"Guys," Charlie yelled, sounding happy. "Come get some pie."
I smiled at Doc.
We never usually get pie, and it was really rare when we did.
"Let's go," he said, smiling back.
We walked out of the kitchen and into the dinning room.
"Here," Chavez said, handing Doc and I a plate full of pie.
"Thanks," I said, taking a seat.
Doc pulled out the chair next to me and sat.
"Did you guys make up?" My dad asked.
I nodded, my mouth full of pie.
"I'm surprised," Steve said, spitting out bits of pie as he spoke.
Doc whipped pie away from his face and gave Steve a disgusted look.
"Billy," my dad spoke. "You haven't spoken all day, are you okay?"
"Yes sir, I'm all right. This sure is some good pie." He laughed his annoying laugh.
It seemed like no matter how hard you tried, that laugh fallows you everywhere. God, I swear I hear that laugh in my sleep! It's so annoying.
Charlie had his pie down faster than Steve could even shoot a barrel.
"Dang Charlie," Dick yelped. "Maybe you should slow down some so the rest of us could finish."
Charlie reddened. "Sorry."
We all laughed.