Trapped

10

"I have got an idea for your birthday. So since Lyles birthday is the 10th and yours is on the 12th, I was wondering if we all celebrate your guy's birthdays on the 11th since you have been wanting to see Lyle."

"I am up for that! Awesome idea."

January 11th

"Hey, champ!" Lyle says, rubbing my head.

I laugh. "How's my favorite Menendez guy?"

Eriks scoffs in a playful tone.

Lyle chuckles. "You can say that again."

"How's college going?"

"Great! Very busy, though. Erik can't wait for college."

"Me as well. I am looking forward to the dorms. I doubt I will ever get to go in one."

"Erik is actually looking forward to having a dorm."

I look over to Erik. "You have never told me this."

He scratches his neck. "Yeah! I am looking forward to getting to live on my own. Living free."

"You are almost there, brotha!" Lyle tells, patting him on the shoulder.

"So, are we ready to bowl or what?" I say.

"Tonight is the night where two asses are going to be kicked by the one and only, Lyle Menendez."

"Yeah, oookay, brother." Erik snaps back.

We get to our lane with our shoes in our hands. We sit down, sliding into them.

I tie my first shoe. "I can't believe I am bowling. I have never done this before."

"Woah, hold on. You haven't been bowling before?" Lyle, asks shocked.

Erik looks up at me from tying his shoes.

"I was meant to go a while ago with mom, but it never happened."

"Aw shucks. We should have brought your mom. You won't let me meet her, so I might just have to kidnap her."

I laugh. "You don't know what apartment she lives in."

"I don't mind getting my hands dirty and finding her."

Lyle chuckles. "Erik, how are you going to get your hands dirty? You don't like getting your hands dirty."

Erik goes silent. "I-I don't know..." He says, rubbing his neck.

"Shall we go get our balls?"

"Yes! Let's get you fitted with one."

We get our ball, and I pretend like I don't know how to use a ball.

Erik chuckles. "You are using the wrong fingers."

"Oh... I am?"

"Yes. Let me help." Erik says, moving my correct fingers in the holes.

"Thanks, hero."

"No problem."

We start the game by me going first. I deliver the ball towards the pins, and it gets one pin. I go again for my last chance, and it goes in the gutter.

"Dang it!"

Lyle gets up and pats my shoulder. "Nine more rounds to go."

I roll my eyes with a smile. I sit myself next to Erik. "So... Who should I bet to win. You... or Lyle."

"I would be crazy if I said me because Lyle has always been good at bowling."

"Okay, Lyle, it is."