Smiling and cheering on the bus heading home we were all happy. Moods were high. As the bus drove on I stood up sad to hurt the members.
"Guys I know all of you are happy and stuff we just won, but tomorrow I plan to head up to hospital and visit our war heroes. I would like to know who will come with me." I say as everyone stared at me. Everyone rose their hands. Then a guy named Ken stood up, he was a lion.
"Guys I believe it just wasn't us, our couches, or Jack who set the field for us," he said confidently, "the real reason we won was to our brothers who were taken out before seeing events fold. They took their chances to set the field in our favor so we could win. With everyone's help I would like to make something for them. A banner we can hang in school with their pictures on so when they return they really know who won and I would like for everyone to sign it. " there was a long pause.
"I say let's do it. Without their sacrifices we woudn't have won. They gave us a motive, besides our original ones, to keep going!" said Max.
"Fuck ya! Power to the Wild Cat war heroes!" yelled someone. I see Mr. Jones just laughed.
Ken smiled and sat down. I then got in the isle knowing what I was going to say would lighten the mood a bit more.
"OK guys! I've got some good news! I made a deal with Mr. Jones and out team captain Max that if we won I personally would cook for each and everyone of you not excluding our war veteranso. So what I was thinking was when the weather is perfect and everything is all dandy, I don't know sometime about spring, that all of us could meet up at the field grounds and have a picnic like deal all day. Swimming in the pond, football, a couple games, all of us just having a good time." I say then look back at Mr. Jones who nodded. Then I turn back to everyone else.
"BUT each and everyone of you must contribute to something like plates, napkins, forks, spoons, drinks, ect. Or you will not be fed! No one breaths for free. You must contribute to receive!" With that there was talking. Mr. Jones soon up behind me.
"Trust me guys you want this! He's an amazing cook. I've actually gained twenty three pounds just by eating what he cooks!" With that everyone stood up and looked at him. I even turned around and looked. He actually was a bit more heavier looking. I turn to face them then I point at Mr. Jones.
"OK! Does anyone, but Mr. Jones wanna do this?" Everyone chuckled and nodded. I smiled and went back to my seat.
"I'll make a sheet for everyone to sign!" I yell.
"Is it... Is it OK if we bring someone... I don't know like someone we like or something..." asked someone. I look to see who it was as well as everyone else and I realize it was Kenny, a Dalmatian who happens to be our best linebacker. He never talks so this was shocking. He's not related to Ken in any way.
"Since when were you dating anyone?" asked James who was in front of him.
"Well...I'm not..." he says quietly then picks up with a strong stutter, "B-but I'm gonna! I-i just gotta...confess first and then I will be!"
"Who would that be?" asked Mr. Jones cocking his head curiously.
"That's privet couch..." he said blushing as he looked down. Mr. Jones looks at me and I look at him.
"Hell I don't care! More the merrier." I smile my markings turning blue.
"OK guys listen up! I'm going to allow a plus one! Even though we won't be in school you must respect the fact it's a public place. So that means no drugs, skinny dipping, sex, ect. Now hugs and hand holding, and couple kisses from time to time ain't gonna kill anyone. Just don't go crazy up to the point your about to rip the others clothes off," Everyone chuckled, "Last thing I wanna see is how Max here or Seth back there, dominates another person," he puts his hands up, "just saying."
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A Teacher's Love (Under Construction)
RomanceLiving in a cruel world where everything and everyone is out to get you is a bad thing. If anyone is to know what a bad thing is its Jack L. Freeman. A black furred feline with one green and one blue eye along with markings on his body that change c...