Jerry's Cousin // Jack Brewer X OC

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||SEAFORD, WE HAVE A PROBLEM||

|CAMI

"Alright, let's bring up our class valedictorian, Milton Krupnick. Milton?" a boy announced making me, Jack, Jerry, and Rudy applaud as our red headed friend walked up to the podium.

"Yeah Milton!" Jack cheered as Milton leaned on the podium.

"When I was 3, I remember looking up at the moon with a sense of wonder-"

"-woooo! Great speech Milton! I'll get the car," Rudy volunteered cutting Milton off.

"Rudy! We are here to support Milton graduating from the Junior Astronaut Program," Jack pulled Rudy back into his seat. "We are staying until the end."

"And now a poem," Milton smiled.

"Get the car," I opposed. Thankfully Jack looked like he was about to say the same thing based off his pained face.

"You're into space?" I heard Jerry ask a girl behind him. "Yeah, me too. I'm gonna be the first guy to walk on the sun. I know what you're thinkin'. It's too hot. I'm goin' at night."

"Jerry, leave the poor girl alone. Besides, that's not how the sun works," I sighed, pulling Jerry's shoulders to face the stage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to interrupt," a really high ranked looking guy apologized.

"We are not. Where were you 2 hours ago?" Jack asked.

"Jackson Oliver Brewer," I scolded.

"Not my name," Jack pointed out.

"Sorry, but I don't know your full name and it sounds more threatening when I use someone's full name," I replied in the same scolding tone.

"I just got off the phone with the president and he's informed me that our friends, the Russians, are planning on sending a 17 year old boy into space," the general continued.

"Wait, what? That'd be the youngest astronaut ever," the previous announcer said.

"That's a record we've held for years and we intend on keeping it!" the general dude insisted.

"General Jones, what're you saying?" Milton asked.

"I am saying that you, Milton D. Krupnick, are going into space!" General Jones declared.

"Holy Christmas nuts!" Milton beamed before fainting into the general's arms.

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Me and Jack were kicking into each other's hands when Rudy walked in, groaning. "Rudy, how you doin'?" Jack asked as me and him stopped kicking.

"Not good. Ya know, I had a weird dream last night that I had a baby alien in me and now I got the shakes and my stomach feels like a rollercoaster. Oh! What is happening to me?!" Rudy groaned, bending down before coming back up with his hand in an alien puppet. "Somebody help me!"

"Rudy, we know that's a fake alien you got from the new special effects and makeup store in the mall," I told him.

"You should've seen your faces. I totally got you!" Rudy exclaimed.

"Sure you did," I rolled my eyes, itching my stomach.

"Hey. What's wrong with your stomach? You've been itching it all day," Jack pointed out.

"Oh. This morning Jerry shoved me into my dresser and it's been itchy and painful ever since," I shrugged. "I don't think anything's wrong with it." I lifted up my shirt, revealing a large gash in my stomach. Both boys screamed and Rudy fainted. "Gotcha! And I think I got Rudy a little too much."