Sorry for the huge delay, everyone! But I've recieved positive reviews, and a lot of people like how James is the new kid and Carlos the dorky neighbor. Thanks! :)
Peek into the Past - Chapter 2
"TAG! YOU'RE IT!" James shouted as he slapped Kendall in the back.
Turning away to run, he was stopped.
"TAG! GUESS YOU WEREN'T FAST ENOUGH! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" Kendall yelled, diving and grabbing onto James' ankle. The blonde scrambled up and out of the sand and ran towards the slides. James
brushed sand off of his jeans and followed.
Logan noticed Carlos standing under one of the three-way hoops on the field. He went over to his newfound friend.
"Why are you standing under the hoop?" Logan asked, squinting a little.
"My ball is stuck," his friend answered, pointing. The fair-skinned boy then heard the gentle 'thap' of the ball against the filthy plastic tray on the inside.
"Maybe you need a rock," Logan observed. He thought for a moment.
"Give me your shoe."
"What?"
"You heard me, Carlos. Shoe."
Carlos questioningly took off his right sneaker and nervously handed it to the other. Logan promptly threw the shoe in the hoop.
"Logan! That's insane! Now it will never - "
The ball and Carlos' shoe fell out of the hoop and onto the squishy, wet earth.
Carlos sighed, "What made you think of that?"
Logan smiled, "Logic. Y'know me."
Carlos just stared and shook his head. He then put his shoe back on, took his ball, and ran towards the tetherball court.
"I'm telling you, I don't understand it!" Kendall complained as him and Logan walked home.
"Well, maybe it's because, uh, he's more . . . attractive?" Logan replied, unsure. Kendall was baffled by the fact that James had every fifth grade girl at his feet. Usually, Kendall was the one who had girls crawling all over him.
"DUDE! He just moved here! I was always, and I always, will be a stud."
"Just, never mind. It's girl logic. Maybe you should try being a girl and see," Logan pressed, hoisting up his backpack. And then he got a sudden chill that someday that he would be the one dressed like a girl.
"Ugh, let's just start on our math homework. I have hockey practice later, anyways," Kendall sighed, hiking up the driveway of the Knight's house.
"Hockey? When did this obsession start?" Logan asked, cocking his head.
"It's my dad. He wants me to play for the Minnesota Wild."
Mrs. Knight was making the boys cookies when they reached the foyer of Kendall's house.
"Smells quite delicious, Mrs. Knight," Logan complimented, reaching for a hot cookie.
"Thank you, Logan," she replied, running her manicured hand through Logan's already-tousled black/brown hair. He smiled.
"Maybe after this, I can go practice hockey with Logan in the front yard?" Kendall asked, practically pleading.
"It's alright with me. I have extra pads in the hall closet," Kendall's mother said, "But they might be a little big on Logan," she eyed the boy over.
It seemed like three seconds went by. One minute, they were enjoying cookies in the Knight's kitchen, the next, getting nailed in certain places with a hockey puck.
"Okay, Mitchell, you got this one?" Kendall said, calling Logan by his last name. Logan gave a weak nod and took a position Kendall had taught him.
"What do we say?"
"Yes, Knight."
Kendall handled the puck with great determination, but then, WHAM!
Logan fell on the ground with his hands covering his fifth grade crotch. He was sure Kendall hadn't meant to nail him in the balls, but it kinda just happened.
"Oh man, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to – "
"Ack, it's okay, just, awh, get me some ice. PLEASE. NOW," Logan coughed, his crotch burning.
As I submitted this, I began working on chapter three! :D Also, someone asked me if one of the boys can have a girlfriend this early in . . . your thoughts? And pick a name too! :)