My Daddy "The Fonz"

Chapter 10/Part 1: I Gotta Split

Author's Note: There is speculation as to whether Spike Fonzarelli is Fonzie's cousin or nephew. In this story, I'm making him Fonzie's cousin and Chachi's younger brother—for clarification.

Fonzie's POV:

After what happened a few days ago, with the party being crashed by the cop and the hot principal—and me almost getting arrested—I'm afraid I've lost the trust of Mr. C, just a little bit. At least that was my impression when he shook his head at me without saying a word, and then Mrs. C having Bobby stay with them for a while. I don't know what I did. I mean, c'mon. I was just making some real fun for the kids—nothing deadly but nothing lame either. If their parents can't see that, then they can sit on it. I don't need 'em. Bobby don't need those kids neither. We can be each others' pals. Once I blow off some steam on my bike, I'll see to it that Mrs. C brings Bobby back home, where he belongs. Bobby needs me.

Until then though, it's me and this bike for the night.

Bobby's POV:

After what happened, Mrs. C made Daddy have me stay with the Cunningham's again. I don't really see why. Daddy was just having fun—and putting that bully in his place. I don't see the problem in that. Awe well, at least I have fun here, mostly, when I'm not getting in trouble. Mr. C says I "have a mouth on me" just like my Daddy. He's popped it a few times. Everybody has a mouth though. How else could we eat Mrs. C's yummy mashed taters? I don't know what he's on about. But it's funny when Joanie gets in trouble more than me 'caus she says even worse things. I can tell Richie finds it funny too when he laughs—so loud that he snorts. His mom gives him a little stab with her butter knife when he laughs too. Richie is so weird.

Tonight's gonna be really fun! It's only a Thursday night, but since Mr. C and Mrs. C are going out to celebrate their anniversary—and Richie is gonna go find Daddy—that means it'll just be me and Joanie. Joanie's gonna let me do whatever I want, and stay up whenever I want. And she's gonna give me tons of piggy back rides! It's gonna be so fun!

Just before Mr. C and Mrs. C leave the house, Mr. C puts a hand on one of my shoulders and gives me a glare. "Don't you do anything stupid now. You aren't going to rebel against Joanie because she's your babysitter—and just to make sure of that—Chachi is going to be helping."

I had a smile on my face until "Chachi." I thought it was just gonna be me and Joanie. That's not fair. "But I thought it was just gonna be me and Joanie. That's not fair!" I yell and stomp, almost hitting Mr. C's foot. Why can't anyone listen to me for once? I'm not a baby! I don't need two babysitters! I barely know Chachi. He's probably gonna be boring.

"Excuse me, little man. You get your butt in that corner until Joanie calls you out after ten minutes. Behave." Before I know it, Mr. C squeezes my arm and pulls me to the corner right next to the door. The umbrella sticking up from its holder almost pokes me in the eye. I glare back at Mr. C for being a jerk and almost killing me. Mr. C just ignores it and walks back to the door. "Okay now, everybody, be good."

Joanie sighs. "Yes Daddy."

As soon as the door closes, I hear it open again, and that boy Chachi walks through, giving Joanie a big hug.

Are they a boyfriend and girlfriend? I thought Joanie wasn't old enough for that yet. Gross.

Joanie looks back at me. "Face the wall, toad breath. And stay out of trouble. Me and Chachi are gonna be upstairs for a while."

"Is that the kid you want me to play with?" A spiky-haired weirdo that sort of looks like my Daddy comes through the door and stares at me. "That kid's a pip-squeak. I can't believe he's Fonzie's son."

"Oh, I almost forgot to tell ya," Chachi says, looking at me. "I hope it's alright. I figured my little brother Spike could keep ya company there, pal." He messes my hair and gives me a smile. Ugh. I hate him. He's taking my fun away. Joanie and me were gonna have fun. Now what? I've gotta be friends with this person I don't even know.

"Hiya there, dude, sup?" Spike says, leaning against the wall with his sunglasses still on inside. I don't get why. It's pitch black outside. He sure is a weirdo.

"Why do you have sunglasses on?" I ask, scooting away from the corner.

"I'm blind," Spike says, frowning.

"Oh yeah? Well, if you're blind, then how many fingers do I have?" I keep all my fingers down, just to trick him.

"I told you, I'm blind. So blind that if you left, I wouldn't even know you'd be gone. Then you can chase after your dad, and I can stay here to watch all the adult television I want—I mean—to listen to all the adult television I want."

Wow. This kid sure is clever. Maybe he's got an idea. But I'd get lost. And it's dark. There's lots of vampires at night. I can't go by myself. No way. But maybe he could come with me. He wouldn't be scared of the dark since he can't see anyway, right?

"What if-what if you came with me to scare the vampires off? I can be your eyes if you keep me safe," I ask.

Spike lifts his glasses to stare at me. Pretty sure he can see just fine if he can stare. He's so confusing. Can he see or not? "Maybe—only if you can sneak some beer from the refrigerator for me."

"Really? That's disgusting. I tasted Daddy's beer once, and I almost puked."

Spike laughs in my face, so close that I can smell his gross breath, like he stole some adult's smokes too. I think this guy probably gets in trouble a lot. I wonder if he's ever been to jail?

"Is it a deal? Or not?" Spike spits in his hand. Man, he is disgusting.

"Okay, I guess."

Before he can make me shake his wet hand, I run to the fridge and put the closest beer I can find right where his spit is in his palm. Spike laughs. "Thanks, I guess." He opens the cap with a flick of his golden teeth. Wow. I never knew that was even possible. No wonder he's got gold teeth already. Probably broke 'em all off doing that.