The Best Thing He Ever Wrote

Chapter Twenty-one

Chapter Twenty-one

“You almost hit the car!” I shout at Johnny who points at me and laughs. His entire body begins to shake and soon enough he's on the ground in a heap laughing.

Ok, he did give me a fright and the entire ‘you almost hit the car’ thing was only to act like I was worried about the car. But I guess that it didn't work, I guess that he didn't quite take the bait.  Either way if he had hit the car or me, he was in for it.  I mean he did throw a water bomb that I didn't even know he had at me while I wasn't even looking.

Cindy rolls her eyes, “Brandon!” She whines, “You said you were taking me home. Let's go.” She picks up a few loose bits of gravel and throws them aimlessly toward Johnny and I.

Johnny scowls, “Why'd we pick her up again?”

“Because the bus popped a tire, I don't know why she couldn't wait either.” I take my reading glasses from the top of my head and put them in their case.

“It would've been quicker waiting.” She says.

I hold out my hand to help Cindy stand and when she grabs hold of it I pull back, making her drop back onto her butt. She glares and stands up, shoving me in the chest and we start to play wrestle.

“And Cindy's got Brandon down by a quick upper-cut.” Johnny commentates, “But that's no surprise since Brandon is weak.”

“You're meant to be on my side!” I shout at him.

Cindy lets go of the collar on my shirt and sits back. The clock strikes four and it dings loudly, echoing through the air of silent Havenstone. The water feature, underneath the clock that stands at least ten meters high, begins to spurt water. It sprays all three of us with is chilling mist. The water springs out, hitting the tile base and then runs down the drain, spraying up and out four times over.  When it's finished its charade I stand up, dusting my back and butt.

“Wow that was fantastic!” Cindy mocks.

“And the Havenstone crowd goes wild!” Johnny continues to commentate.

The clock was only finished being put up last night and Johnny and I thought we'd kill some time by watch the new 'attraction' that Havenstone now has.

The three of us begin to laugh, it was pathetic.

“Maybe the town’s population will grow now, that's one Hollywood piece of work there.” I say, taking the keys from my pocket.

Cindy wipes her face and picks up her school bag that's content is scattered across the gravel when we started wrestling. Johnny helps her.

I open my door to my new; well new to me anyway, it's second hand, maybe third, 1999 Toyota Avalon- a car that's registered with the same number plates and an owner who has a licence. Cindy and Johnny race for the front seat, pushing at each other to get there first. Cindy gets him out of the way and smiles winningly as she pops herself next to me. He shakes a fist mockingly and gets in the back, leaning over the centre console to pick a radio station.

“It's not fair that she won.” Johnny tells me in his disturbing child's voice, “I got dibs on the front seat next time.”

“Like to see you try.” Cindy teases him, a thing that the pair have had going for who knows how long now. Cindy though, is pretty strong, especially since she's started boxing. An activity that maybe an entire twelve people go to. She's now decided on being an actress, and I quote; with guns. Because that's what'd she'd said when she first started boxing lessons, she was joking, I hope.