Fumble (An OBJ story)

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~~ Linnéa Yari Brown ~~
Friday 23rd October 2015
New York, USA.

Narvana is out today with De'Aaron since he's in town so I have Brys for the evening. Usually it's their day but its not everyday De'Aaron can stop by.

I've decided that I'm gonna take advantage of this opportunity to talk to Bryson about his recent behaviour. If everything goes well, I'm gonna take Bryson with me to Dallas for the game.

I stand up when I hear the doorbell ring. I grab pizza from the delivery guy before sitting on the floor. It's ritual that we sit on the floor when we got pizza.

"So hows school going?" I ask.

"Good. My teacher says I'm doing really well"

"And when do I get to hear this?"

"Letter comes home next week about the parent teacher meetings at the end of the month"

"I got the text about your report on Monday"

"Oh yeah. I forgot to show you" he runs off before I can stop him. He brings it to me and looking at his grades, there's nothing to be ashamed of here. I'm glad he wasn't purposely hiding this from me. Even his spelling is good especially for someone who thinks in patois.

"I'm proud of you Brys"

"Me too"

"Vain lil boy"

"I got the family genes"

"Sure did. Could've turned out ugly"

"I meant- never mind sis"

"Can we talk?" I say.

"We been talking sis. Wassup?"

"If you don't start sounding your age imma put you in a diaper"

"Sorry. What do you want to talk about?"

"You"

"What about me?"

"Has anything happened recently?" I ask.

"Nothing you don't know about"

"Who are your friends at school?"

"I'm everybody's friend but my best friends are J and Tigo"

"You should invite them round"

"And hang around with you and Neve? Yuck"

"Excuse me?"

"I mean I love yall both very much loads but you're girls"

"And?"

"It's a 3rd grade thing"

"I was in third grade once"

"Yeah okay" He says. I roll my eyes at him.

"Do you miss DeAndre?" I ask.

"Yuck no. He was horrible to Odell and he hurt you"

"Do you remember that day?" I ask again.

"I saw him hit you on your back and then Odell picked you up to help you. You cut your head and you was mad. I'd be mad too if someone pushed me over like that" it sounds like he didn't see Odell act.

"Does DeAndre make you mad?"

"He always made me mad but I didn't care then. But you can't hurt my sister"

"I'm fine. The scar healed up nicely"

"Do you like Odell?" I ask.

"I miss him loadsss I haven't seen him in ages"