David arrives at the leafy flatlands by the water hardly a minute after Cooper gets there. Both of them are doubled over, breathing hard trying to catch their breaths, which proves to be a challenge after running their legs into a state of jellification. After more than a few minutes of inhales and exhales, they both look up at each other at the same time and laugh.
“Haven’t done that in a while,” David says, his hands still firmly on his knees.
“Yeah, I know dude. It’s a shame, too.” Cooper stands up and stretches his arms to the sky, ignoring the pained tingle in his right arm. “You taught me all I know.”
“Yeah,” two breaths, “just don’t tell Mom or Dad, they don’t love that I do it. They’d kick me in my ass if they knew I spread the plague to you.”
They laugh again. Then, Cooper asks, “Why’d you stop doin’ it?”
David stands, his breath caught. “Well, I tried to get Spencer into it, but he never really took. He wasn’t into a lot of stuff I used to like to do. Still like to do, probably.” A silence passes as gears click and churn within the neurological machinery. “Hey man, do yourself a favor.”
“What’s that?” Cooper asks, intrigued.
“Don’t make friends with randoms in high school.”
“I mean… no? I’m definitely gonna make at least one friend before I get out of that bum-ass high school, man. After all, I’m gonna need a plug.”
David raises an eyebrow. “And what could you possibly mean by that?”
Cooper rolls his eyes wildly as he starts off towards the water. “The walls in our house are barely insulated, dude, and they sure as hell ain’t smellproof.”
David flushes, his cheeks burning like rosebuds. “Yeah well, they aren’t soundproof either! You woke me up with your music this morning.” He approaches his brother and slings an arm over him. “Thanks for that, by the way. Seriously. I don’t know that I would have gotten up otherwise.”
Cooper shrugs his brother’s arm off and elbows him softly. “Yeah yeah yeah, just don’t go askin’ me for dime bags. I know you’re without a smoking buddy now, but come on.”
They laugh again; there’s nothing quite like the love between two brothers, two real brothers, period, end of statement. David loosens his backpack’s straps and lets the raggedy old thing fall to the ground. He opens the top and pulls out two extendable fishing rods, handing one off to Cooper, who pinches the handle between his legs and extends the pole with his left arm while David extends his like a normal human being.
“I don’t know how I’m gonna reel anything in bro, my fuckin’ arm is killing me.”
David smirks. “I wouldn’t worry about that, my dude – we’re going fishing, not catching.” He helps Cooper get one of the lures from the box set up on the end of his line, then sets himself up as Coop’ watches.
“You ready, brotha? Whatever we catch we’ll take home and cook.”
“Isn’t dad making dinner tonight?”
David shrugs. “Probably, but fresh caught is always delicious. You down with that, little bro?”
Cooper smiles – for the first time in literally weeks, he smiles – and nods his head.
And so they cast their lines.
And so they reel them back in with nothing on the hooks but soggy strands of coontail weeds.
And so they cast their lines again.
Hello Commons, this has been the fourth subchapter of the fifth story from Convenient Incidents, an anthology of fifteen interconnected short stories which revolve around a man by the name of Hilter Odolf Williamson.
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