Me Plus You ♡ s.m. + m.f.

{155} You're Good At Some Things, I guess

It'd been a good forty-five minutes and ranch dressing practically covered the entirety his face and hands. He sighed, a burp escaping his mouth by accident as he swallowed another piece of lettuce. he'd really eaten a good majority of it, but others had managed to eat more and he'd accepted the fact that this was just something else he wouldn't win. He desperately wanted to talk to someone, and he couldn't talk to Dina because she'd left about ten minutes into the race.

He sighed once more, leaned back against his chair and peeled away at his already chipped green nail polish.

"Aaaand time!" Janna called enthusiastically, "We have a winner!"

She walked over to a red-headed boy who sat at the other side of the room and held up his hand victoriously as other members applauded and cheered for him.

Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, Jack stood up and made his way through the door. He stopped in the bathroom and cleaned himself up a bit before walking outside to Malcolm's car, a bit surprised that his brother had actually bothered to keep his word and pick him up from school after 5:00.

"Hey, little brother. How'd ya do?"

Jack shrugged and tossed his backpack on the back seat, "Why do you care? I didn't win."

"Woah, woah," Malcolm frowned, pulling out of the parking lot and heading home, "Who pissed on your lettuce?"

"Shut the fuck up, I don't even wanna talk about it and I know you'll make fun of me, anyway. You always do. I get it, I fail at pretty much everything."

the older teenager's frown softened hearing those words come out of his little bother's mouth. His grip tightened on the steering wheel and his gazed locked upon the road as he thought of what to say to at least make him feel a little better.

"Hey, listen, just because I always make fun of you and call you annoying and stupid sometimes doesn't mean you actually are. Don't let a fuckin' pointless lettuce eating competition just completely ruin you. I think you're actually really smart and have plenty of potential. and there's probably plenty of things you're good at. Yeah, you're good at some things, I guess." Malcolm shrugged, parking in the driveway.

"Really? Like what?"

"Well," Malcolm began, digging around in his pocket for the house key and unlocking the door. He continued, "I dunno, you're really funny, entertaining and everybody thinks you're cute and you're really short so you can climb trees really well and stuff. Your grades are always good, and you're good at playing the violin. You've also been a good boyfriend and best friend to Mark for the last ten years, so, you're good at that, too...Or whatever."

Jack's face lit up hearing Malcolm's compliments, being that Malcolm rarely said anything nice to him at all.

"You think so? Thanks!" He replied giddily. they stepped inside and Malcolm shrugged once more before tossing his keys into the dish on the dining room table on the way to his room. Leaving Jack standing alone in the doorway.

"Mhm. Now do me a favor and don't come near me again until you take a fuckin' shower, you little shit. You smell like ass and ranch dressing." The older called obnoxiously from down the hall.