Chapter 2: Play Time

I awoke to knocking at the door. I literally just woke up and I slosh my feet over to the railed foyer looking down into the living room. Miss Clara was already in her real estate suit when she answered the door. "Hello?" she asked

"Can Christopher come out and play today?" said a little seven year old

"Sorry to disturb you miss but I'm Brian the baby sitter for Dustin, he wants Christopher to come over and play with him." This guy stood about 5'6; he was pale white and looked like a punk teenager, least the outfit, not necessarily the attitude.

"Let me go get him and ask him." Miss Clara says, and then she turns around to go up the stairs and says, "Oh Christopher I didn't realize you were up. Do you want to go over Dustin's House?"

"May I get done with my morning stuff first?" I say in a tired tone.

The baby sitter and Dustin say, "Sure." Then I pick up my feet and get changed in lazy wear, sweatshirt and sweat pants both light blue, Superman briefs, white socks and blue tennis shoes, I brush my teeth then head out with Dustin and the baby sitter. It was a five minute walk. "So, what is your name?" Looking at the baby sitter.

"Brian."

"Ah."

When we got there, the house was slightly under kept. It needed a paint job, wall work, and a major spring cleaning. "Sorry about the place Christopher, we're a bunch of slobs." The baby sitter said.

"You live here?"

"Yes, I'm Dustin's brother, now, you two play, and whatever you do, do not go in my room."

"Why?" I ask.

"Just do as I say got it?"

"Ok Brian." Then we got inside Brian went straight into room.

"My brother has been acting weird."

"Why is that?"

"Cause I hear stuff there."

"What do u hear?"

"I hear a girl's voice in there, and I hear screaming and the bed squeaks a lot."

"Derm… Do your parents allow that?"

"Maybe I don't know."

"Wanna give them a call?"

"Ok." He said with his naïve tone. He calls his parents and tells them what happens, so the parents got home real early and pretended like we didn't call. When the mom went upstairs to Brian's bedroom, she screams out loud. Then when we wanted to see why, the father sort of gated us down stairs. We can hear all sorts of yelling and screaming from three voices. Then all of a sudden a woman comes downstairs, she was thin, big chested, athletic looking and was 5' almost. "I guess not." I whisper into Dustin's ear. Then we both giggle, it wasn't long before the parents politely shoed me out while sliding a dollar in my pocket. Must have known it was me who was the particular rat. So I go back inside, Miss Clara had already left so I locked the door and played volley ball in the back yard. The Youth Volley Ball Tournament was scheduled a few months from now. So I practiced till about twelve then went back inside. It was pretty hot out today, like around 85 degrees, so, I re dress myself into a muscle shirt that was white, and shorts that were rather tight but still, it fit, then I get my keys and wallet and phone then call Miss Clara then head outside, locked the door then went to the park to play. I saw that guy though, sitting on the bench. The only kid there was Trevor and I, so I walked over to Trevor's dad and asked, "Mr. Trevor's Dad? Do you know who that guy is?"

He looks over in bewilderment, "I don't know man, and he's been comin' around this park though. I would stay steer clear away from him. He looks like bad news."

I took his advice; my stomach just didn't sit right with him. "Ok thank you." Then I laugh as I run up on Trevor and pin him. "Hey Trevor, care for round two?" we both laugh.

"Yeah." Then he and I begin wrestling. More like a kiddie grip fight, but, we were still being two boys roughing it out. In fact, it wasn't but a half hour later he gets a grip on my shirt and accidently rips it from my bottom to my sternum. We both stop when we heard that deafening rip. I look down and then he stops what he's doing then starts pleading. "Oh my g_ I am so so so sorry Christopher please forgive me I didn't mean to. Oh man."

Then his father walks over and says firmly, "What happened here?"

"Trevor and I were wrestling when he accidently ripped my shirt. He says he's sorry and I forgive him."

"Well that's good Christopher, and its ok, I have one you can use in the back of my car, I will be right back.

"Oh Christopher I am really sorry." He pleads.

I comfort him some, "It's ok Trev, it was just an accident, we all understand accidents."

"How much was it I swear I will pay it back."

"Please Trevor do not worry about it, you just need to be more careful next time that's all."

"Ok Christopher, but I really am sorry."

"I know, but it is just a muscle shirt, I didn't get hurt and we're boys, being rough is hiding somewhere in us, like I said, be more careful ok?"

"Ok."

Trevor's dad came back holding a black and white sport muscle shirt, like the ones basketball players use or even football players, one of them fancy looking ones, and I don't mean basketball jersey either. "Here you go Christopher." He hands it to me and I gently take it I remove my ripped one exposing my torso and then I slip the one Trevor's dad gave me. It was really big. The bottom of the shirt fell to my feet and some of my sides were exposed as well as a little bit of my chest. Then Trevor's dad took that chance and tickled my armpit some, I cringe while laughing a little. "You can keep that Christopher; don't worry about returning it ok?"

"Ok thank you very much."

He laughs some, "here let me help you with that." Then he lifts the shirt up to my waist and grabs the rubber band out from his hair that was holding his Jamaican braids up and ties it so I don't trip over the shirt.

"Thank you sir, for everything." I say

"No problem man, now, I suggest a shower and rest little man ok?"

I giggle, "Ok Bye bye." Trevor waves bye as I begin jogging home. I wasn't a fast jogger so I sat on some bus benches a few times when I kept seeing a big hefty dual rear work truck. It was black, it was a crew cab, and it had some nice chrome finishings, a mean looking front end. It looked like a red necks' truck almost. It was beautiful, and it was brand spanking on the year label new. It looked like the finest American made all American truck I ever seen. I was able to see it all the way home until it sped off in the distance. So as I walk in my awesomely cold house, I took that shower and put on some sweats and lay on the leather couch and took a short nap until Miss Clara got home. When she walked in I sat up and opened my eyes and with a smile I ask, "Hi Miss Clara how was work? Was it fun?"

She giggles, "Work isn't supposed to be fun; however, it was peaceful, though one family got away from me."

"Why is that Miss Clara?"

"I'm not sure buddy. They asked if I had a family and if these were comfortable, I said yes to those questions, though, oddly, they didn't even look at the house, they saw the outside and then Wivvap!" She exclaims whiles clapping her hands hard, "They were gone."

"Are you trying too hard?"

"What do u mean buddy?" She sits downs and listens, ether by interest or childish gaming.

"Well Miss Clara I mean, you aren't like this at home, you look too professional, everything you wear on the job says workaholic, single, lonely. Which I know you aren't but, maybe you should try casual wear. Maybe a turtle neck hair let down jeans or something. Nothing that has, well, so much flash to it."

"Really?"

"Yeah Miss Clara."

"Ok, well, I will try that tomorrow."

"Ok Miss Clara, "Then I hug her tightly, "That sounds good."

"Ok buddy I'm going to go change then we get to have yummy macaroni and cheese spirals, would you like that?"

I jump up and say happily, "I would love that! "Then I laugh and hug her again. She goes upstairs and the night plays out, she gets re dressed, we eat yummy gooey mac and cheese, I brush my teeth and bathe, then she tucks me in and I fall fast asleep.