Chapter 11

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(This song fits the mood for the football game well)

We stopped by Pizza Hut for supper.

"Why can't I just eat supper at the game?" I asked.

"Jeff, you need to eat real food. Now let's go get some pizza."

I didn't get finished by the time we got to the game so I had to hide the box of pizza under my shirt.It was kind of weird having pizza under my shirt. Every time I wanted a piece, I would have to reach under my shirt and pull out a piece of pizza. The game was fun. Right before the game, I got to go out to the football field where all the football players ran through a banner. They played the national anthem, then they played our school's anthem, then they played another fast paced song while the football players ran through the banner. They had fireworks, which was really cool until I saw what letter one of the fireworks made. It was a V.

When I told Justin about the V, he told me to stay by my cousin. I didn't know if he meant to the bathroom too, so I went with him just in case. I had my eyes covered, and I kept on asking, "Are you done yet? How about now?" Eventually, he stopped saying no, so I dared to uncover my eyes and he wasn't there. He was really going in the stall, but I didn't know that at the time, so I say, "Aidan! Aidan, did you fall in the toilet?!." I went over to look in the toilet, and said, "Aidan! You got flushed down the toilet!" Just then, a group of popular 8th graders came in.

"Are you talking to a toilet?" they ask me.

"No, I'm talking to the person inside the toilet." I don't think that sounded any better.

I went outside and started saying, "Poor, poor Aidan. He got flushed down a toilet." 

Finally Aidan came outside and slapped me. "Don't ever do that again!"

"What?" I said, trying really hard not to laugh.

"Those people came in there saying 'That guy was talking to a toilet' while I was just thinking about how much I wanted to kill you."

I went to the concession stand. While I was waiting for my food, I met some really mean little kids. I don't remember what exactly they said to me, I just know that it was mean. I think it went something like they said, "You're voice sounds stupid."

I said something back and they said, "You make no sense."

I said something like, "Your face makes no sense! You know what else makes no sense? A mobius strip! It only has one side! You know what else makes no sense? A paradox, like the grandfather's time paradox! You know what else makes no sense? This statement is hereby false! Ha!"

"You're stupid," the kid said.

"I think he's a Vesper," I muttered.

"No," Justin said, "you have to be at least 10 to be a Vesper."

Again, I was having trouble carrying all my food. I had popcorn, gatorade, a frito pie, sour punch straws (hungry yet) and nachos. Probably even more than that. Anyways, I ran into Abby in her friend going back to the bleachers.

"Hey Jeff," they said, "I'm sorry I didn't put you in the hospital, but you're too nice. You look nice," she said, which was kind of an odd comment since I was the only one there wearing a T-shirt, but I had a Columbia jacket zipped up over my shirt.

"Hey, you must be Abby," Justin interrupted.

"Oh, Jeff's mentioned me?" I kicked Justin.

"Ow. Yeah, he's told me that you're friends. I'm his-"

"Cousin," I interrupted, "It's all his fault that I have to go to the dance."

"No, that's not entirely true. Hey, so you have anyone to go to the dance with? Jeff doesn't."

I smacked my forehead with the palm of my hand. "Way to be settle."

"No, I'm not allowed to date."

"Well, why don't you just go as friends?"

"Do it," her friends said, "you'll be such a cute couple."

"Well, Jeff hasn't officially asked me yet." They all looked at me.

"Abby," I said, "Would you do me the pleasure of going to the Homecoming dance with me? As a friend."

"I would be honored."

I was going to go sit by Justin again, but he said, "Go. Go sit with your date."

To put in words how happy I was right then let's just say that I was dancing to the song Happy at the end of the game. At least I would if it was a real song back then.  

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