What if Cal and Ethan, were best friends, instead of brothers. I did a one - shot story on this ages ago, following a review to one of my very first brothers story, but I then delated it.
Ethan 12.
Cal: 12.
The Secret Life Of Casualty.
Chapter 111.
Caleb Knight and Ethan Hardy couldn't be more different; Ethan liked to sit with his nose in a book on his breaks, whereas Caleb was often found on the playground, playing football with his friends, getting dirty.
One day, Cal spotted the blonde -haired boy, sitting alone in the classroom, nobody should have to be alone. He decided to go and see if he wanted to come out and play.
"Hi" Ethan looked up, startled as the other boy made his way in to the classroom, thumbs hanging loosely in his pockets. "My names Caleb Knight. What's yours?"
"Ethan" He replied.
Cal nodded, sitting on top of a desk.
"I.. I don't think you should do that" Ethan said, panicked, worried that a teacher might come in and tell them both off.
Cal shrugged his shoulders as he started swinging his legs.
"What are you reading?" Cal asked interestedly.
Ethan pushed his glasses up his nose as he glanced at the title. "Wuthering Heights"
"That was written by a girl," a boy, who was known for bullying Ethan, sneered, as he headed in to the classroom.
"Shut up" Cal snarled at the boy.
"I like it" Ethan said quietly.
"It's a sissy book" The boy snapped at him. Cal watched as tears filled the younger boys eyes.
"Oh, look, baby looks as if he's about to cry!" The boy, who Cal recognised as Micheal Jenkins, a boy in his class, taunted.
"Leave him alone" Cal snapped. He looked in his bag which was scuffed and had mud on, in contrast to Ethan's pristine school bag, for a pack of tissues and handed Ethan one.
"Thanks," Ethan replied, wiping his eyes and blowing his nose.
Then, the bell rang, signalling the end of lunch time.
Cal hopped off the desk and waved a hand at his new friend. His next lesson was PE and he was looking forward to it. He headed to the boys changing rooms and pulled off his top, flexing his muscles, unaware that a gang of girls were giggling at him.
"Mum?" Cal asked as he got home from school, that afternoon.
"Yes, Caleb?" Matilda asked, she was standing in the kitchen, washing the dishes and humming along to the radio.
"Can my friend Ethan come to tea one day?" He asked.
"Whose Ethan love?" Matilda asked.
"A boy at school " Cal replied, opening the fridge and taking out the milk carton, drinking straight from it.
"If it's ok with his parents" Matilda replied.
"Cool" Cal replied, placing the carton back down on the table and leaving the kitchen. He headed upstairs to his bedroom. He lay back on his bed, knowing he should be making a star on the homework he had.
At, Ethan's, the boy was in his room, on his desk, working through the homework they had been given for the night. He had English, maths and Science, which sounded like a lot for a 12 - year old but Ethan was enjoying it, which was maybe why he had little to one friends, which sounded sad but it was the truth, because he preferred to get on with his work.
"Ethan" Cal shouted across the playground, the next morning. Ethan turned around when he heard his name.
"My mum said you can come for tea one day, if you want " Cal said as he reached him.
It wasn't often that Ethan was asked anywhere. "That would be nice, thank you "
Cal smiled and set his bag on the ground looking for the piece of paper that Matilda had told him to give to Ethan, so he knew where he was going. He handed it to him.
Ethan took it and put it in his bag and the two of them, headed to their separate lessons.
The rest of the day went fast for both boys and Ethan headed home to get ready for Cal's house. He walked in to his bedroom and put on a clean pair of jeans, and a white shirt, smart but casual. He combed his hair and then took off his glasses. Off or on. No, he couldn't see without them, he best leave them on. He headed down stairs where his father Jake Hardy, was waiting for him.
"You ready son?" He asked.
Ethan nodded, picking up the flowers he had brought for Cal's mother on the way home. He got in to his dad's car and waited for him. Jake followed, after locking the front door, he got in to the drivers seat and started the car.
Ethan rang the doorbell, he was nervous, his hands were sweaty and his mouth was dry.
"Hi Ethan!" Cal said as he opened the door.
"Hi Caleb" Ethan replied quietly.
"Call me Cal " He replied.
Then, Ethan heard a woman's voice as she came out in to the hallway. "Cal, dear why don't you let your friend in?"
Cal stepped aside as Ethan walked in.
"Hi, Ethan, I'm Matilda, Cal's mother " She introduced herself.
"Hi Mrs Knight" Ethan replied nervously, holding his hand out for her to shake.
Matilda smiled as she shook it. "Please Ethan, call me Matilda "
Ethan nodded as he suddenly remembered the flowers. "Th- these are for you " He stuttered.
"Oh, Ethan there beautiful. " The flowers were pink roses which were her favourites.
Cal showed Ethan to his bedroom. It was a big room with a double bed, with a flat screen TV, Ethan thought back to his own room, it was a small room, with a single bed, a chest of draws and a stack of books on the side of the desk.
"Shall we play on the X- box?" Cal suggested.
"Sure" Ethan replied as Cal switched it on and handed Ethan a controller. They were playing Mario.
"Boys" Matilda called as she stood in the hallway, calling up to them, both. "Teas ready "
Cal, as always, headed down first, whereas Ethan was slower, Cal waited for him, as they both headed for the kitchen. Matilda was making the boys drinks.
"So, how was your day, boys?" Matilda asked, putting a plate of spaghetti and chips in front of Ethan and then Cal.
Cal looked proud. "New girl Lily said she fancied me"
"I'm sure" Matilda replied. "Ethan?" She asked.
"A boy called Dean pulled my hair. " Ethan said, taking a sip of his drink.
"Whose that?" Matilda asked.
Cal shrugged, his mouth full of spaghetti.
"He's a boy in my class " Ethan said. "He's mean to me "
Matilda shook her head. "Cal why aren't you looking out for him?"
"Oh, he is" Ethan agreed, before Cal had the chance to say anything. He shot Ethan a grateful look.
When, both boys were finished, Ethan took his plate to the sink, as it was how he had been brought up, always clean up any mess you make and take your plate to the sink when you had finished and always say "please " and "Thank you "
Matilda marvelled at Ethan's wonderful manners.
The doorbell rang and Matilda walked out in to the hallway to answer it.
"Hello, " The man said pleasantly. "I'm Calvin Hardy, Ethan's father "
Matilda nodded and let Calvin in.
"Ethan? Your dad's here " She called up the stairs.
"Coming mum" Cal called as him and Ethan headed downstairs.
"Thank you for having me, Mrs Kn- Matilda" Ethan thanked her sweetly, causing a blush to his cheeks.
Matilda smiled. "Anytime "
"See you tomorrow, Ethan " Cal said.
"Bye" Ethan replied as he followed Calvin out of the house.
"Have a good time, son?" Calvin asked.
Ethan nodded as he watched Calvin pull up at the house. He got out and waited for Calvin to unlock the door. He walked in and took off his shoes. He sat with Calvin in the living room, reading a book, before he yawned.
Ethan returned to his bedroom and got out his uniform for the next day, glad he had finally found a friend.
No disrespect to anyone who likes the book "Wuthering Heights" I personally haven't read it, but it was strangely the first book that came in to my mind. Thanks for reading.
Calvin is a name that I made up for the boys brother.
I really enjoyed writing this and the previous prompt.
