I do not own any of the characters except for Arabella.
~Arabella's POV~
I was in the lunchroom with the others and eating a fruit snack and some fruit snacks for later.
"You know, you are torturing us." Jack said watching me eat a fruit cup. "Can't you share some." I stare at him and pat his cheek, "No." Jack pouted at me. "Please." Jack said giving me puppy eyes. I rolled my eyes and handed some to him.
"Here." I said to him. "Thanks." He smiled at me and then Jerry and Eddie walked over to us.
"What's her type?" Eddie asked Jerry.
"You know, guys that do things big. The type of guy that stands out in a crowd." Jerry told him.
"Hello? Have you seen my new scarf? It looks like a snake." Eddie said.
Milton sniffed the air, "What's that smell?"
"It smells like actual food." Kim said in shock.
Jack scoffed, "This is the school cafeteria. It is no place for actual food." He lifted his plate and turned it upside down, and the food stuck to it.
"It's them." Milton said. We all looked over to the table across form us where all the football players were there eating fancy food literally served on a silver platter."Here we go. The start of football season."
"Look at them with their prime rib. They think they're so much better than us. Ooh, I'm going to go ask that guy if I can eat his fat." Jerry said as he stood up.
"Sit down!" Kim said to him pulling him back to his seat.
"You know, their quarterback just moved away, and they're holding tryouts to find a replacement." Eddie said to us.
"Nice, I guess." I said eating my fruit snacks.
"Wait a minute!" Milton jumped up, " I think we all know there's someone sitting right at this table that could replace him."
Jerry and Eddie started talking at once feeling flattered. "He was talking about Jack, ya toads." I cut them off.
"I would love to, but between school and karate... And I just got a turtle. It's a whole thing. The walking it alone takes forever." Jack said.
"Jack, you're the most athletic person we know. The school needs a quarterback." Mitlon told him.
"And we need meat, man." Jerry inverted.
"Dude, what part of "Got a turtle" Don't you understand?"
"I tell you what, I'll even go with you to the tryout for moral support." Mitlon told him
"Me too." I added.
"It doesn't just work like that, guys. They don't let any kid try out for the football team."
"Coach Marmer, Jack would like to try out--" I shouted at him as he was passing by.
"Great, Jack, we'll see you tomorrow at 3:30 then." he said before he continued walking.
"Wait, what just happened?" Jack asked looking between me and Milton.
"I'd support you and the team by joining the pep squad again, but as you know, Grace kicked me off for no reason." Kim said.
"Uh, you drop-kicked our mascot." Mitlon reminded her.
"He was saying inappropriate things to me through his blowhole." Kim said. "I belong on that pep squad. Front and center. And I'll say it, I like being looked at."
"Kim, you had your shot. Okay? Leave the pep to the professionals." Jerry said smugly.
"You have pep?" Kim said looking at disbelief.
"Oh, I have pep, sister." Jerry nodded, "Yo, drum line, give me a beat." The drums began his nice beat, perfect for the chanting. "S-e-a-f-o-r-d."
"S-e-a-f-o-r-d." The cafeteria repeated.
"Greatest school in history." Jerry continued, get a shoulder ride.
"Greatest school in history." We repeated.
"Show your spirit, let's March the hall."
"Show your spirit, let's March the hall."
"Whoa whoa whoa, gonna hit the wall. I'm gonna hit the wall!" Jerry said as he got hitting his head on wall and fall.
"S-e-a-f-o-r-d."
Don't you get all tough with me, I'm saying won't you come kick it with me? and we can have a ball,
run up the wall, this is how we do, and no matter how much, I chop and punch, it's not as cool as kickin' it with you.
Here we go, let's start the party, chop it up
like it's karate.
everybody, don't you get all tough with me, I'm saying won't you come kick it with me? and we can have a ball, run up the wall, this is how we do, and no matter how much I chop and punch, it's not as cool as kickin' it with you.
I sitting on the bench in the dojo waiting for Jack to come out of the bathroom in his football uniform. Milton was going to be his coach, I don't know a lot about football.
"Let's get going, Jack. Hustle it up." Milton said as he clapped Jack to hurry up.
Jack came out of the locker room with his uniform on, "Milton, I'm just going down for a tryout. Do I really have to wear this?"
Milton blew his whistle and threw a yellow flag, "Five yards for a bad attitude, fella."
I walked over, "you do look in that jersey." Jack smirked at me, "Thanks."
Rudy comes in the room, "Sweet moses, is it Halloween already? I gotta put out the raisins."
"No no no no, Rudy, it's uh." Milon stopped him, "It's not Halloween. Jack's tryout for the football team."
Rudy smiled, "Oh, I played a little pigskin. You're looking at the man responsible for the tackle heard round the world."
"Okay, see you later." We all said at once and started to leave.
"September 17th!" Rudy said stopping us, "City championship. Seaford up by six, seconds on the clock. Suddenly created high's legendary fullback bronco wiznewski burst through the hole. As he raced for our end zone, I felt the weight of a city's dreams on my shoulders.I hit him so hard, he spit out his mouthpiece,his teeth and his pride."
"So wait, you won the championship?" Jack asked confused.
"No, we forfeited. Apparently there's some rule you have to be on the team to make a tackle."
I looked in disbelief. "Jack, I'm so proud you're going out for football. I want you to have something special." Rudy said handing him something.
"What is this?" Jack asked as he unwrapped it and stare at it.
"Bronco's mouthpiece. I'd give it a quick boil." Rudy said as he walked away. Jack dropped it as he left.
"Belle, Milton, I gotta let you in on something. I can't throw a football." Jack told him.
"Can't or won't?" Milton asked.
"Can't."
"Can't or don't?"
"Can't."
"Can't or shan't?"
"I can't throw a football, Milton!" Jack shouted at him.
I pushed Milton a side a little, and looked at. Jack, "Come on, Jack. I'm sure it's not that bad."
We at the football field and Milton and I watch Jack throw a football and it was terrible.
"Wow. When you say you can't throw a football, you really can't!" Milton said.
...
I shook my head, "How about practicing throwing it through that tire over there." I said as I pointed at the tire across from us, holding him the football.
Jack tried of couple of times to throw the football into the tire hole but managed to hit the tire, "Oh, dude, I'm totally getting the hang of this. I hit the tire!"
"That was great. But with a small adjustment you can make it through the tire." Mitlon said.
"Really?" Jack asked.
"It's simple physics. The ball is a spheroid, so if you release it at a 40 degree angle while pronating your hand, you'll eradicate wind resistance." Milton explained.
Jack throw the football, "Yeah, that's totally what I was thinking." Jack was able to throw the football into the tire.
"You did it! You got it through the tire!" I cheered and hugged him
"I'm a natural pronator!" Jack exclaimed as he and Milton did a chest bump.
"All right, Jack." the coach said as he came over, "Let me see you hit murphy in the end zone."
"Oh, Murphy?! Come on, coach. He's never gonna catch it. Look at him down there. He's got those tiny little t-rex hands." Milton exclaimed.
"Milton! I got it." Jack assured him. Then he threw the football at Murphy who caught it.
"Jack, that was a perfect throw. He caught it." Milton said. "Great catch, murphy."
"Jack, you did it. He's gotta go with you." I told him.
"Naw, going with Mike Reynolds." The coach told us.
"What?! But he threw the ball perfectly to that little-fingered freak!" Milton said.
"Yeah, sorry."
"That is so unfair! Gaaaaah!" Milton yelled and kicked a football right through the field goal.
"Whoa! You just kicked a 50 yard field goal. What's your name, nerd?" The coach asked.
"Milton Krupnick." Milton replied.
"Krupnick, you're our new kicker. You're starting Friday's game." The coach told him.
"Do you know what this means?" Jack said.
"Yeah, I know exactly what this means. I'm a jock!" Milton said excitedly.
"Come with me." The coach said dragging Milton away.
"Ow, take it easy. Ow ow!"
...
It had been four days later, Jack, Kim, Eddie, Jerry, and I were walking into the school cafeteria.
"Dude, you missed the best part of the game." Jack explained to Eddie.
"Milton drilled a 45 yarder right into the wind." I added to the conversation.
"Why do the good things always happen when I'm in the port-a-pooper?!" Eddie said.
"We're the krupnick party. He's meeting us here." Jerry said. As guy was looking at the list.
We're with the foot,hon." Kim told him, as the guy open the stanchion to let us eat there.
"No way." Jerry sang excitedly.
"Hey, can you smell that? That's the smell of fancy." Jack said.
"I made it, grandma! I made it!" Eddie said praying to his grandmother.
"It's a good experience." I said.
"Thanks to Milton, We're in for a whole new life at school." Kim said.
"You are not kidding. Mr. Bauer gave me detention for riding my skateboard. But when I dropped Milton's name, poof, it went away." Jack explained.
"Oh, that's nothing. Guess who made the pep squad?" Kim said smugly and flipped her hair.
"I thought Grace wasn't going to let you in." Eddie said.
"She wasn't. But Milton made a phone call and two spots magically opened up. All this one has to do is shave his pit poodles." Kim explained.
"I'm not doing it." Jerry argued.
As the two started to argue with one another, I just looked at them, then Kim punched Jerry's arm and he agreed.
"All right, everybody, I have used game socks." Milton called as he entered the cafeteria tossing socks around. He walked over to us and sat down.
"Hey, Milton. Coming from practice?" Jack asked.
"No, history. The russian revolution really takes a lot out of me." Milton said.
"Are you wearing one of my uggs?" Kim asked him.
"I sure am." Milton said, "When you have a loaded gun, you have to keep it in a holster, honey." He patted his foot.
The chef give Milton as shrimp cocktail, "Oooh, shrimp cocktail-- my favorite."
"Oh, hey, Milton, I came up with a really cool way to impress Grace. All I need is to be the scoreboard operator." Eddie explained to him.
Milton nodded, "I got you. Hey, coach! Can my friend Eddie be our scoreboard operator?"
"What, you mean this nerd? You got it, foot."
"Hey, Milton you going to make it to karate practice today?" I asked him.
"I had study group at 3:00, had to push that back due to an interview with the school paper. Sorry, not going toappen." Milton picked up another shrimp and went to eat it but the coach cut him off. "Hey, Milton! Team pictures. Gotta go."
Milton dropped his shrimp, "See you, guys."
...
I was walking into the dojo and saw Milton's nerd friends walked away. "Milton, are you okay?" I asked him.
"No, not really." Milton replied.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I need to quit the team." Milton said. I give him a sad look.
I heard Jack's voice, "Hey, Milton. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be at practice?"
"Yeah, I needed a little time to study. At school, everywhere I turn it's 'The foot, the foot, the foot.'" Milton said.
"Isn't it awesome? Everyone loves you." Jack wondered, as I give him deadpanned expression.
"I mean, the thing is that's great and all, but--"
"Oh man, I forgot to tell you--" Jack interrupted him, "You know those tickets you gave me for homecoming? I gave them to Tony from the pizza palace. Free garlic nuggets for life!" He said, exhaling at Milton who cringed.
"That's great, Jack. But seriously--" Milton said.
"You getting on that football team is the greatest thing to happen to any of us."
"Let him finish." I said to Jack slapped his arm as Rudy ran into the dojo with some t-shirts.
Hey hey hey, which one do you like better? 'Milton's militia' or 'Krupnick krazies'?" Rudy asked us excitedly, holding up to yellow t-shirts with different print on it.
"Wow, you made T-shirts?" Milton asked.
"Uh, yeah! Having a football star in my dojo is like the coolest thing that's ever happened." Rudy said.
"What about Jack's epic battle with the third-degree black belt on the great wall of china?" Milton asked.
"Lame!" Rudy shouted before holding up the shirt again, "So? Eh eh?"
Milton groaned before walking away, leaving the other two alone with Rudy who turned to them instead. I shook my hand in disbelief.
...
"Rudy, you really went for it." Jack said, a little weirded out as the rest of the crowd cheered for their football team. Jack and me were wearing a blue shirt with 'Seaford' written over it but Rudy had gone all in. He wore a yellow shirt with 'Krupnick's Krazies' written on it, his face half blue and half yellow and the most bizarre thing of all was the orcas hat he wore.
"Absolutely." Rudy said proudly, "Check out what's going to happen every time we score." He lifted up the fins on his orcas hat and confetti shot out, "That was my blowhole!"
"Why are you like this, Rudy." I said sitting between the two boys, trying to get the confetti out of my hair.
"Rudy, that has gotta be the most ridiculous outfit I've ever seen in--" Jack said but he cut himself off when his eyes landed on something behind them, "And I spoke too soon."
"Crayfish coming through!" Phil shouted, stumbling through the stands in a crayfish costume, "Rolling hot."
"Look what washed in low tide." Rudy pursed his lips.
"Rudy, they ran out of tickets. Please, can I sit next to you?" Phil asked, "You won't hear a pippich out of me."
Rudy pointed at the empty seat next to him while I turned to my boyfriend, "Can we swap places, I can't be sitting next to this nonsense."
Jack just grinned, wrapping his arm around my shoulder for a few seconds, "Sure." Jack and I swap seats, "Milton Krupnick lines up for a yarder, His third field goal of the game." The announcer said.
Milton prepared himself and the crowd cheered, well everyone except for Phil, "Okay, I'm going to try to distract him so he misses it!" He started to squeal crazily.
"Here's the snap...And the kick is good!" the announcer said when Milton kicked which caused the crowd to erupt in applause.
"Yeah, no, good good." Phil said, "No, I wanted him to make it. That's great."
"That's a time-out on the field." the announcer informed them and the cheerleaders ran out while the football players ran in.
"I have a feeling something bad will happen." I whispered to Jack.
"Those are our friends out there." Jack pointed at Kim and Jerry, "Nothing bad will happen."
Just on cue, Kim climbed up on Jerry's shoulders, "Give me an "S"!"
"S!" the crowed chanted back.
"Give me an "E"!"
"E!"
"Give me a-- help!" Kim shouted before falling of Jerry's shoulders and into the orchestra.
I whined at what happened to Kim.
"Aha! That's a riot!" Rudy laughed, "That girl just took a header into a sousaphone."
"I'm pretty sure that was Kim." Jack said.
"It's even funnier now, 'cause I know her." Rudy
laughed.
"Attention, both sides." the announcer said, "Would you please direct your eyes to the scoreboard. Some kid named Eddie has given himsflf a masse wedgie."
And it seemed like Eddie's stunt had worked since Grace actually agreed to go out with him, for some reason which also caused the audience to applause.
"The whales take a time-out. A -yard field goal will win it for 'em. Longest in seaford history, and it looks like they're going to bring in 'The foot.'"
"Hey, Milton." Jack said as the we made our way over to the nervous boy, "Check it out. I got free popcorn just for knowing you!
"Hey, are you okay?" I asked, "You haven't really been yourself today."
"Not really." Milton admitted.
"What's the matter?" Jack asked.
"Every time I look at the football, I think of all the things I'd rather be doing." Milton told us.
"Well, then why are you on the team?" Jack asked confusedly.
"Look around you, Jack." Milton said, "I'm doing it for you guys."
"What?"
"You said it yourself. Me getting on the football team was the best thing that ever happened to you guys."
I looked at him to continue.
"I mean,because of me, Kim and Jerry made the pep squad, Eddie got a date with Grace." Milton pointed out, "And when's the last time you saw Rudy look so happy?"
We looked up at the bleachers to see Rudy make his hat shoot out confetti again, "Out me blowhole!"
"Milton, if you don't want to do this." I said, "None of us want you to be unhappy, so if you wanna quit, then quit."
"So you guys would be okay if "The foot" Walked away?" Milton asked hopefully.
"Dude, as long as you're happy." Jack popped another popcorn into his mouth.
"Thanks, Jack, Bella."
"Go get 'em, Krupnick." the coach walked over and patted his shoulder before shoving him out on the field while the crowd chanted 'Foot' over and over.
"Here it is, the final kick." the announcer said, "If he makes this, Milton krupnick will be a seaford high legend."
Kim and Jerry joined the us as Milton prepares himself. "Here's the snap..." the announcer said and Milton kicked the ball through the goal which caused the crowd to erupt in cheers.
Jack picked me up by the waist and spun me around in excitement as Milton ran over to them. "Milton, you did it! We won the game." one of his teammates said. "Party at my house."
"Yeah, you know, You guys go ahead, get it started without me." Milton told him, "I'll catch you later."
"All right." the guy said before walking off.
"Dude, Milton, that was awesome!" Jack praised him, "You did it. And even though you're retiring from the team, You should go celebrate the victory with your guys."
"I'm going to-- with you guys." Milton said.
"Whoo yeah!" Jerry exclaimed as two guys walked over and picked Milton up to carry him on their shoulders.
"S-e-a-f-o-r-d. Greatest school in history." We chanted while walking out but unfortunately Jerry's easily diverted concentration when it came to girl caused him to let go of Milton which caused the boy to fall to the ground with a thud.
"You okay there, honey?" I offered my hand the boy.
"I'm peachy."
