NAPLES FLA (2)
For a week Michael stayed in Texas. Checking on the companies that his parents had left him and visiting the amusement parks and other places that a teen would enjoy. All the while thinking about what Heilman had told him. The last day that Michael was in Texas he started to think about buying a small ranch, but so far he had not found anything he liked.
Michael flew into Naples late Sunday afternoon and took a cab home. He had just gotten out of the car when his front door opened and Cory came out. Paying the driver and grabbing his bag he walked up the steps. "Hello Cory what brings you to my home?"
"Jerry brought me, said it be okay."
"So Jerry's here is he?"
"Uh huh, you gonna be mad?"
"I don't know depends on what damage you all done to my place."
"We didn't hurt your house."
"Okay then lets go inside, I would like to do some laundry."
"Okies."
Going inside Michael tossed his laundry room and started the washer. "Come on Michael, Scott's got some snack for us."
"You hungry champ?"
"Uh huh."
"Then lets go, I could use a bite also."
With Cory leading the way he took Michael to the kitchen, when they walked in Michael was surprised to see the team there on the table was his jersey. "Michael, we would like you back on the team, we need you if we are going to win the state again."
"What does the coach say?"
He said that it was up to us, and well we all talked it over and we know that you have come around and that you really weren't yourself, so please say yeah and come back."
"What do you think Cory? You think these losers will win without me?"
"Nope, they can't even hit the basket." giggling Cory hide behind Michael.
"Okay guys I will come back, but you have to work my way. That means every night we meet at the park right after school and on weekends."
"Great. Welcome back then captain."
"Can I come to?" Cory asked.
"Just on weekends dude, that way you can spend the whole day with us."
"Wow that would be wicked."
"Okay where are the snacks?"
"What snacks?"
Michael was going to say something when I saw Cory sneaking out the patio door. "Cory you little turkey, I'll get you for that." Running after him Michael picked him up and gently tossed him into the pool. The rest of the team watched and soon stripped down and joined him. Looking up Michael saw Scott standing at the door the phone in his hand. "Scott what is it?"
"Some guy named Johnson wants to talk to you."
"Okay join the others in the pool and I'll be right back."
"Kewls."
Five minutes later the phone flew out the patio door and shattering on the stones. "What the fuck." Peter yelled as a piece hit him in the leg. "Michael what is going on, you almost hit me with that thing?"
"Sorry Peter. Where is the fucking basketball?"
"At home."
"Go get it for me."
