off down the street.
“I’ll go after him, Cat,” Jeremy promised. “Then I’ll come find y’all later.”
“Okay and Jeremy, thanks”. She smiled and wished her brothers were closer. They had been fighting and competitive for as long as she could remember.
Jeremy smiled at her and zoomed off down the street after Stephen.
“Hey, man, stop!” Jeremy called as he caught up with Stephen.
They pulled the bikes to a stop simultaneously at a stop sign. It was a quiet two lane street that ran around the perimeter of Norris lake so there wasn’t a car in sight. Stephen idled down his bike so they could be heard.
“What do you want Jeremy?” Stephen growled.
“Let’s go with Cat and her friends. It would be cool,” Jeremy pleaded.
“Are you crazy? She nor her friends want us along. They think we’re losers,” Stephen spat angrily.
“Cat, wouldn’t think that and I’m no loser.”
“You are too. You’re just as big of a joke and loser as I am. Learn to live with it.”
“You may be one, but not me. If I am a joke it’s because you’re my brother. You’re a freak.”
“You little bastard. I don’t have to take that from you.” Stephen dropped the bike and in one move grabbed Jeremy by the front of his shirt. He dragged Jeremy off his bike. It fell with a crash cracking the plastic fronting. Stephen reared back and slammed a fist into Jeremy’s face. Jeremy staggered back and then plunged forward fiercely.
“You prick, look what you did to my bike!” Jeremy screamed as he swung wildly at Stephen.” The punch connected with Stephen’s ribs knocking the breath out of him. Stephen fell violently to the ground his back jarring the ground. Jeremy jumped on him and grabbed his white hair slamming Stephens head over and over on to the ground. “Arghhh! I would kill you if I could. It’s because of you that I’m teased. I hate it. I hate you.”
Stephen flailed at Jeremy finally connecting and able to roll the smaller teen off him. He crawled away and lay panting.
Jeremy grabbed his bike righting it. He jumped on and gunned the motor.
“Jeremy, don’t go…” Stephen started. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean any of it.”
“Go to hell, Stephen,” Jeremy shouted and roared off into the night.
An hour later, the pounding of loud rock music blared out into the darkness mixed with the sound of teenage laughter and splashing water. The warm night air held a hint of coolness. A slight breeze brushed the lake like lips against a lover’s cheek. The sky was filled with thousands of sparkling stars. Every now and then a star fell from the sky granting a wish to an unsuspecting soul. Not a single cloud blemished the heavens. A full moon provided a glow of light which was enough to see by even in the middle of the woods even where no other lights were visible. A faint smell of wood smoke indicated that someone had decided to start a fire either to dispel the cool night air or to provide a romantic setting.
A splash punctuated the throbbing of a bass guitar and another feminine squeal split the air. Someone was having fun.
"Hey Rodney, throw me a brewski,” Curtis, a skinny teenager with long blonde hair shouted as he sat on the edge of the houseboat, his toes dangling in the water.
"Curtis man, Catch,” Rodney replied. He too was about sixteen. Rodney was the exact opposite of Curtis, brown hair cut in a short flat top haircut and muscular physique of an athlete. He’d recently started to grow a mustache and taken up smoking to promote the impression of maturity. Though Rodney was a regular on the football squad, he still kept company with Curtis who was one of those kids who made straight A’s without even cracking a book. They had lived next door to each other all of their lives and had been thrown together by their parents for almost every occasion, from bar-b-ques to birthday parties.
"Michael,
“I’ll go after him, Cat,” Jeremy promised. “Then I’ll come find y’all later.”
“Okay and Jeremy, thanks”. She smiled and wished her brothers were closer. They had been fighting and competitive for as long as she could remember.
Jeremy smiled at her and zoomed off down the street after Stephen.
“Hey, man, stop!” Jeremy called as he caught up with Stephen.
They pulled the bikes to a stop simultaneously at a stop sign. It was a quiet two lane street that ran around the perimeter of Norris lake so there wasn’t a car in sight. Stephen idled down his bike so they could be heard.
“What do you want Jeremy?” Stephen growled.
“Let’s go with Cat and her friends. It would be cool,” Jeremy pleaded.
“Are you crazy? She nor her friends want us along. They think we’re losers,” Stephen spat angrily.
“Cat, wouldn’t think that and I’m no loser.”
“You are too. You’re just as big of a joke and loser as I am. Learn to live with it.”
“You may be one, but not me. If I am a joke it’s because you’re my brother. You’re a freak.”
“You little bastard. I don’t have to take that from you.” Stephen dropped the bike and in one move grabbed Jeremy by the front of his shirt. He dragged Jeremy off his bike. It fell with a crash cracking the plastic fronting. Stephen reared back and slammed a fist into Jeremy’s face. Jeremy staggered back and then plunged forward fiercely.
“You prick, look what you did to my bike!” Jeremy screamed as he swung wildly at Stephen.” The punch connected with Stephen’s ribs knocking the breath out of him. Stephen fell violently to the ground his back jarring the ground. Jeremy jumped on him and grabbed his white hair slamming Stephens head over and over on to the ground. “Arghhh! I would kill you if I could. It’s because of you that I’m teased. I hate it. I hate you.”
Stephen flailed at Jeremy finally connecting and able to roll the smaller teen off him. He crawled away and lay panting.
Jeremy grabbed his bike righting it. He jumped on and gunned the motor.
“Jeremy, don’t go…” Stephen started. “I am sorry. I didn’t mean any of it.”
“Go to hell, Stephen,” Jeremy shouted and roared off into the night.
An hour later, the pounding of loud rock music blared out into the darkness mixed with the sound of teenage laughter and splashing water. The warm night air held a hint of coolness. A slight breeze brushed the lake like lips against a lover’s cheek. The sky was filled with thousands of sparkling stars. Every now and then a star fell from the sky granting a wish to an unsuspecting soul. Not a single cloud blemished the heavens. A full moon provided a glow of light which was enough to see by even in the middle of the woods even where no other lights were visible. A faint smell of wood smoke indicated that someone had decided to start a fire either to dispel the cool night air or to provide a romantic setting.
A splash punctuated the throbbing of a bass guitar and another feminine squeal split the air. Someone was having fun.
"Hey Rodney, throw me a brewski,” Curtis, a skinny teenager with long blonde hair shouted as he sat on the edge of the houseboat, his toes dangling in the water.
"Curtis man, Catch,” Rodney replied. He too was about sixteen. Rodney was the exact opposite of Curtis, brown hair cut in a short flat top haircut and muscular physique of an athlete. He’d recently started to grow a mustache and taken up smoking to promote the impression of maturity. Though Rodney was a regular on the football squad, he still kept company with Curtis who was one of those kids who made straight A’s without even cracking a book. They had lived next door to each other all of their lives and had been thrown together by their parents for almost every occasion, from bar-b-ques to birthday parties.
"Michael,
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