Isaac Robinson (Currently Being Edited)

Chapter 17

"Wow, it looks so cool!" Blake jumped up and down as he awed in admiration of the castle when we finished building it. 

"I guess it did come out pretty good didn't it?" I admitted as I took a look at the sandcastle. "Hope I did alright helping ya out."

"No, you did more than alright. You did awesome!" The young one cheered, before he unexpectedly leaped in my arms.

I caught him in the nick of time, caught off guard when the kid hugged me. I just gave him a small pat on the back in return. It just felt weird, especially when I hardly hugged others. It just wasn't my thing.

I put Blake back down on the sandbox.

"Can you take a picture of it so I can show it to Audrey?" He asked.

"Alright." I took my phone out and got on the camera.

I waited for the camera to focus, Blake rushed over for the picture.

"Can we take a selfie with our sandcastle, pleaseeeee?" He begged.

"Fine.." I say with a sigh.

We sit by the sandcastle, with the sandcastle between us. Blake made a silly face for the camera, while I didn't bother smiling, it was just a picture either way. After taking the pic, Blake looked over my shoulder, his smile was gone.

I turned behind me to see where what he was looking at, none other than some kids. I'm guessing some mean ones. "Blake. Remember. Don't take their shit. You tell them to fuck off."

He at first seemed pretty confident in himself, until the boys walked closer. He lost his confidence and sat beside me, trying to hide himself from them. When they passed by us, he looked back at me.

"Can we go home?" He asked quietly.

I nod as I get up and started walking back home with him.

"I'm sorry." Blake whimpered as we walked to his house.

"For what?" I asked him.

"I wasn't brave. I didn't stand up for myself.. I'm never going to be as brave as you." He looked at the ground sadly.

"Listen here," I practically ordered as I stopped walking, and crouched down to be at his height.

"I wasn't born 'brave', or whatever you consider me as. I worked for it. It doesn't just happen overnight. I started off like you, actually worse.. The laughing stalk of the school." I sighed as old memories flooded back,  but I snapped them out of my head and continued.

"But with some friends, I worked on myself. Now I'm here, nobody wants to fuck with any of us now. We'll get there and show those losers who's in charge. But for now, don't work yourself up okay?" I tell him, a hand on his shoulder.

He nods. "Okay uncle."

I sigh and roll my eyes.

"Enough with the 'uncles, Blake. I'm not your uncle. Why the hell do you keep calling me uncle?" I ask, seriously wondering what was up with that.

He shrugged. "I don't know.. I've always wanted to have an uncle. Uncles are fun, they play with you and all that. At least my friend Terry's uncle does." 

"Don't you have a brother or sister or something?" I ask him.

He shook his head.

"An only child, it must get really lonely at times then huh?" I say sympathetically, since I knew the struggles of growing up an only kid.

He nodded, and I let out a soft sigh.

"Alright. Call me whatever you want. Just know that I'm not married to your aunt or any of that."