Hate At First (Grown Ups/Greg Feder)

Tree House Building

Dylan POV

We were now back at the house and I couldn't really get what Mr. Feder said out of my head. I was helping build the tree house, while Greg, his dad, and Mr. Lamonsoff was playing basketball.

Mr. Feder was doing bank shots, and Greg had told them that on the Wii, the bank shot never works.

"Yeah. Well you should wii-turn it and get a wii-fund."

I went back to hammering a nail into a piece of wood.

"Boy, focus. Get off of that." I heard Mr. Feder say.

I turn and saw Greg staring at me. I knew what he was staring at and I turned a bright shade of red.

I gave him a small smile and a little wave.

He sighed dreamily and waved back.

I chuckled. He went back to shooting.

"Hey Dylan, come down so I can show you how to shoot."

Little did he know, I already know how, but I'll just let him pretend like he taught me.

I went down and grabbed the ball from his hand. I knew their were multiple set of eyes on us, but at that moment I didn't care.

Much like when he taught me to skip a stone he was behind me with his hand over mine. He brought our hands up and shot the ball, immediately making a swoosh noise in the net.

I take a few shots by myself. Missing some on purpose.

"Okay. Let's play a game. A real game. If I win you have to do what I say for the rest of the day. If you win, I do what you want. Deal?" I said to him.

Everyone had amusement in their eyes.

"I wouldn't take it." I heard my dad say.

"Deal." Greg said.