My Love; My Life: Slipping Through My Fingers

K: Tuck

*The chapters labeled with a last name initial & for the next gen. underground network & then labeled with the kid's name or nickname-then the chapter is solely revolving around this specific character of present times*
*the second is story B & solely based around Hyla in the future*
*pic of Ember Everwood: character to be revealed in chapter*
*Remember: by Ember McLain-from Danny Phantom; this song will eventually repeat when we meet Ember again*

Setting: the next day from where we left the high schoolers...

"Alright!" Coach Wilkins yells after closing his whistle, "practice is over, go hit the showers boys!" He tells them, "Cooper! Kripke! Not you two; you two, my office."

The two cousins look between each other in question before just simply shrugging and following their coach as asked; the door is closed as soon the two cousins are seated at the coaches desk. Their coach takes a seat at his desk in front of the boys, and settles in it before speaking...

"I've never actually met either of your mothers," he admits to the cousins, "or your father," he adds in to Tucker, "but I was friends with your grandfather," he tells them, "he was a good man-"

"Sorry ta cut ya off," Dallas says quickly, "but what's this bout?"

"Yer grandfather was so great a coach that he was offered a position ta coach at a college in Oklahoma," he tells them

"..." the two remain silent-a scowl on Dallas's face and confusion on Tucker's

"He didn't take it," Wilkins clarifies, "but he was so good that yer father was offered a full football scholarship ta college-"

"I never knew that," Dallas says bewildered, "I wonder why e ain't never mentioned it."

"Probably cause e never took it," Wilkins tells him, "due to personal reasons, "he adds in quickly, "e was an amazing' player...Dallas-I think if ya got enough gumption ta work as hard as yer father did," he tells Dallas, "then y'all every well may ave colleges linin up ta offer ya football scholarships left n right by yer senior year-"

"Sorry," Tucker cuts in as a smile grows on Dallas's face, "but what's this gotta do with me?"

"I hate ta tell ya this Kripke," coach Wilkins starts off, "but y'all didn't make the cut fer the team-"

"..." both cousins fall silent

"Yer too aggressive," he tells them, "don't get me wrong now, aggression in a competitive nature is needed fer almost any team sport," he tells them, "but Tuck, y'all take it too far...I think ya should maybe look inta karate or another related activity that can accurately hone the violent streak of yer aggression. Until y'all've gotten it under control, I'm afraid I can't let y'all on the football team-and I'd like ta discuss the matter with yer father and stepmother-"

"She ain't any for a mother ta me or my siblins," Tucker snaps, "My Uncle Georgie always sayin that I gotta combination of my aunt E & mama's temper-"

"But that e ain't know how ta control it none," Dallas cuts him off, "and it only got worse since aunt Bay died-"

"But I really am workin on it," Tucker quickly counters, "truly."

"And I believe you Tucker," Wilkins tells them, "but fer the safety of the rest of the team, I can't let you play at present time-I'm sorry Kripke."

"I understand," he sighs out in defeat, "I'll keep workin on my issue and try again fer the team next year."

"Lookin forward ta it," Wilkins tells him as the boy gets up to leave

"Comin Dal?" Tucker asks him as he reaches the door