summer with my priest

tommy dies

Being an only child was a good thing because I never had to share with anyone or have to fight with siblings only to have them blame everything on you and tattle on your ass. I almost felt sorry for Tommy when I found out he had an evil older brother who bullies him a lot.

I hate teenagers. They're all insane freaks. I'm not saying his brother is a hormonal goth... buuuuttt—he's a hormonal goth.

Being dropped off at Tommy's house on sunday morning would have turned out differently. I woke up earlier than usual to work out my muscles so when I see Tommy, i'd be the stronger guy. If he went anyone near me again, i'd knock him out cold.

But turns out i'm not the strongest guy in this house. Tommy's seventeen year old brother, Seth, was already smacking the dumb kid on the front lawn when I hopped off my car.

My mom squeezes my cheeks and laughs. "Now, you be a good little boy and behave in the Hannimburg house, got it? Mr. and Mrs. Hannimburg will be home late so Tommy's brother will watch after you."

With that, both my parents took turns kissing my cheek before saying goodbye and driving off. I roll my hoodie sleeves back down because i'm not about to show off my nonexistant guns even though I spent all night trying to turn these noodles thicc.

I stood there on the sidewalk in front of the quaint blue house, waiting for one of those idiots to notice that I, Gavin Wilkins, has arrived. But of course, they're too busy playing a game of pussy and dick.

"Stop it, Seth! Stop it!"

"It's not Seth, you call me spIKE MOTHER FUCKER!!"

"SPIKE !!! :'(("

It feels satisfying to watch Tommy get beaten up on the grass with his brother pinning him down and spitting on him. But after three minutes I somehow feel sorry for him. I push the thoughts away and take a deep breath. No... I can never feel sorry for Tommy. He's my ultimate rival. There is no way on earth that i'd ever be on his side.

"Who the fuck are you?" Seth- I mean- *cough* Spike asks me. About time they notice my presence.

"It's Gavin bitch."

He stares at me blankly, looking me up and down as if I were a cockroach that needed to be killed fast. I cross my arms and my eyes gaze over to Tommy, who's softly crying on the ground like a pussy. At least he's not bleeding. Otherwise i'd actually freak out and run away from his brother cuz' pfft; he'd knock me out too.

"Don't call me a bitch, BITCH" Spike tries to intimidate me.

Honestly, I do feel a tad bit scared. Okay no... I am really scared. But I wasn't gonna play the pussy. I'm playing dick. And if he's the dick in this game, i'll just have to be the bigger dick and talk back to him.

I step off the side walk and onto the grass, hands on my hips with a little sass. "You fuck with me, and i'll tell your mommy that you touchie my weewee."

Spike's scary face quickly softens and he's suddenly lookin' anxious. His evil eyes leave my cold ones and he runs for his bike without another word. I watch him ride away quickly as if he were being chased by a jurassic dinosaur.

Guess that just about solves the problem.

"Oh Gavin! You saved me!"

My thoughts are cut off when Tommy crawls to my leg and hugs it. I kick him off because what did I say?? I don't want him near me at all. Even if I were forced to spend a day with him.

"Yeah yeah whatever. Get up you little wimp. I don't know my way through your house" I roll my eyes and head for the front door.

Tommy weakly stands up and laughs awkwardly. He heads for the door and I follow him inside. "Hehe... right. Let me show you around. Maybe later we can play some video games, right?"