"𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅."
"𝑶𝒉 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒏."
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 two best friends are in love with each other but are too afraid for something real du...
(IGNORE THE CIGARETTES, THE BAG, AND SHOES. YOUR SHOES ARE BLACK HIGH TOP CONVERSE )
TW: MENTIONS OF DRUGS
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Cory, Shawn and I are in the backyard, collecting snails.
"Hey, guys. Hmm, collecting snails?" Mr. Matthews asks.
"Yeah, Mr. Feeny said we could take 'em off his flowers and use 'em for bait for when we all go fishing Sunday." Cory says.
"Fish don't eat snails." Mr. Matthews says.
We all slowly turn to to Mr. Feeny, feeling betrayed.
"Gee, I guess I was mistaken." Feeny chuckles.
"I say we put the snails back." I say to my two friends.
"Well, whenever you guys get ready, the bass master here is all set to pass on to the younger generation some of the finer points of spin casting." Mr. Matthews says.
"Manipulating young and impressionable minds. I hope you're proud of yourself, Mr. Feeny." Cory says offended.
"Indeed I am, Mr. Matthews."
"I still say we put them back." I say.
"Lets do it." Shawn says as we all start to walk back over the the fence.
"Come on, guys. Now, the main thing to remember is that basically, it's a simple flick of tthe wrist. You open the bail, hold the line with your finger, and then it's two o' clock ten o' clock; two o' clock, ten o' clock; two o' clock, ten o' clock." Mr. Matthews interrupts us.
"Kind of a "quarter after three" thing you got going on there, Dad, huh?" Cory asks.
"May a, ah, fellow angler try his luck?" Feeny asks.
"Be my guest, George."
"It's like getting back on a bicycle. One never forgets." Feeny mutters, casts perfectly into a bucket.
"Mr. Feeny, you fish?" I ask.
"Oh, sure, I'm an old bass hog from way back. I'll never forget that September morn. 1956. I was after smallmouth bass on the Louisiana delta." Feeny says.
"Sounds fascinating, George." Mr. Matthews says, trying to get him to be quiet.
"Spanish moss hanging down, and the cypress knees jutting up through the brackish water of the bayou..." Feeny says.
"Sounds fascinating, Mr. Feeny." I say sarcastically trying to get him to shut up, leaning on Shawn's arm.
"Dad, how come Eric's not coming with us this year?" Cory asks.
