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The Football Bet: Chapter One
“Hurry up,” Johnny shouted up at me.
“I am going as fast as I can,” I shouted down the stairs. “What’s the big deal?”
One of his co-workers was coming to our apartment to watch a football game. I didn’t see why he was in such a frenzied state over such a trivial matter.
“He’s always on time,” Johnny said.
As he looked himself in the mirror for the three-hundredth time, I came down the stairs. Staring at him, I shook my head at him.
“Come here,” I said. I always had to straighten his hair. It was always a mess.
“You’re wearing that?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said as I looked down at my clothes. “What’s wrong? “I had on a white shirt, black jeans, white sneakers.
“We have a guest, I thought you would… well, you know?” he said and shrugged.
“No, I don’t know,” I said with my hands on my hips.
The doorbell rang, saving him — for now.
“Well?” I asked.
“Oh yeah,” he said and ran to the door. I turned to go into the kitchen.
“Hey, man,” Johnny said. “I see you found the place.”
I shook my head. My Johnny was not the most intelligent person in the world, but he was mine.
