Pizza Boy (NARRY) -Fetus Writing- #Wattys2015

Chapter 8: Demons

"Niall, I don't have work today. Diana had something to do with her husband but he's ill and can't go, so she gave them to me and I wanted to go with you to the football game this afternoon?" Mom gets straight to the point, walking into the living room. I look at her from the couch, mouth dropped and happiness filling it. "Are you kidding?! Yeah I wanna go!" I hop up and hug her from pure joy, not have been to a match in a while. "Great! Better get your jersey on because if we want to keep our seats we have to leave now." I stop in the middle of the stairs and turn around halfway. "What team?" I need to know which jersey or jumper to wear. "Durby County." Yes, my favorite.

After slipping on my white Durby County jumper with white/tan skinnies and my white, but dirty, Nike's I hop down the stairs with my hair made into a quiff. Mum is dressed in their jersey with a long sleeve underneath, since its pretty cold out today. Hopefully they won't cancel it, because it looks like there's going to be a rain storm very soon.

"Frank is coming too. It's his only day off." (Frank is in the fourth square, bottom right) "Really?" I smile. Frank is a really good friend of Mum's. He helped delivered me when my Dad couldn't, since they're divorced and he lives far away now. Basically, he's my father figure. He's a firefighter and isn't around much, but he uses all his free time to spend it with Mum and me or just Mum. "Yepp. We have to pick him up though, his car's out of gas." THat's even better. I like Frank. We're both guys, yeah, but he understands that me being a nineteen year old, grew up with more technology and need it in my life. Or at least love it enough that I can't live without it. He gets that when I want to be alone, he'll take Mum out so I can have that privacy. Or he'll just come up and spark up a conversation so I can get whatever I want off my chest. Basically, he's my father figure. And a pretty damn good one if you ask me.

"Hey Niall." Frank greets me when he gets in the passenger seat. "Hey Frank." I greet back with a smile, Frank saying how bad we're gonna kick Nottingham Forest's ass. "Where's Sarge?" Mum asks Frank, noticing the dogs absence. Yeah, where is Sarge? "Oh he's taking a wee." Frank looks out the window to see if Sarge is done, which he now is. Sarge is Franks service dog, a sheep dog. Frank has Epilepsy, that's why he has his service dog. I've never seen Frank have one, and I think it's sad that he can't be a firefighter any more because of it. He was a firefighter for five years before he was diagnosed and now he just manages the phones at the station, takes the emergency calls.

Once Sarge is in the backseat with me, Mum starts the half hour drive to the football stadium.

Thanks to Frank and his service needs, we all three get sets in the very front. Sometimes having an illness can have advantages. Frank tells us that all the time, but if it were me, I wouldn't want special treatment just because I'm ill. I wouldn't take advantage of it. Frank knows that and he kids about it, but this is Durby County and he's more than willing to use it to our advantage.

"Maura, I don't have a date to Lux's funeral. Want to be mine?" Frank wiggles his eyebrows at my Mum, making me grin. "I thought I already was." Mum kids back, meself just sitting back and listening as I watch the field being prepared last minute. I look at Sarge, who's watching people walk by, making his ears perk up and his head jolt around lightning fast. I grin at Sarge and pet him, even though I'm not supposed to.

"Frank shutup the match is starting!" I yell at Frank, who's complaining about the amount of cheese they put on the nacho's here. Frank makes a face at me but ends the conversation. I put all my focus onto the coin being flipped to see who gets the ball first. Nottingham gets it.

"YES!" Everyone in the stands hop up on their feet, throwing their hands in the air at another goal by Durby County, making the score now 4-0. I turn to Frank and Mum, all of us smacking hands and yelling in victory. We still have one more quarter though, but I don't think Nuttingham will catch up. "I'm gonna go get more Nacho's and drinks." Mum yells to us over the still roaring crowd. "Okay thanks Mum." I yell back. Mum carry's the trash with her, walking quickly down the aisle to go to the food stands.