I try to rotate my shoulder. “Not sure. Something about how that little wise ass snatched on it last night. I guess I pulled something because my arm and down my side are bothering me.”
“So you just thought you’d what? Not listen to your body? Come here and push through it?”
I nod. “Yeah, you always told us not to be pussies.”
“I mainly said that to Frick and Frack over there.” He tilts his head toward the twins. “If I wasn’t hard on them, I’d still be putting Spiderman Band-Aids on their cuts.”
I laugh at Sly and Huck grumbling. I hear a couple of ‘fuck you’s’ and something about an old bastard.
Marco grunts. “Go home and ice that shit. If you still have trouble in the morning,” he hands me a card, “go see my chiropractor, Dr. Beck.”
I look at him strangely. Most doctors look at us like we are into self-mutilation or something. “You sure?”
“Yeah, he used to be a Marine. He understands the fighter mentality.”
I nod. “Yeah. Okay, I’m off work tonight so that works.”
I grab my gym bag and look over at the twins. “Don’t go beating the shit out of each other since I’m not here to separate you. I’ll see you guys at home later.”
Huck looks at me and rolls his eyes. “Go home and soak your vagina and take some Midol.” As he finishes his sentence, Sly lands a punch right to his lower jaw. “What the fuck, Sly?”
Sly shrugs. “You weren’t paying attention, fucktard.”
Huck shoves him and Sly shoves back. I shake my head as I’m walking toward the door. I hear Marco. “You two knock that shit off. I’ll kick both of your asses!”
I get in my silver Chevy Z-71, my most prized possession. I bought this a couple of years ago after a few of the bigger tournaments I fought in in Biloxi. That damn guy at the dealership nearly shit his pants. I walked in and said this was the truck I wanted, he started talking about financing and saying that for someone of my young age, I was probably going to need a cosigner. I pulled an envelope out, ready to pay cash money, and suddenly I went from a dumb kid to, “Mr. Storm, we’ll be happy to help you.”
Pulling into the small, two car drive way in front of the small house we rent, I sigh. I make my way inside and see that my turtle is still alive. I grab up his food and open his terrarium. “Here, Flex.” I drop some food in for him.
I go to the kitchen and grab one of my protein meals that I keep ready. While it’s in the microwave, I get out my ibuprofen, heat pack and ice pack. Taking the ibuprofen and grabbing my meal, I go sit down on the couch. Putting the ice pack on first, I grab up my Wii remote and turn on Netflix, starting some Grey’s Anatomy reruns. Yes, I watch Grey’s Anatomy, it’s my guilty pleasure and I don’t care. I caught the reruns on Lifetime and I started watching the show. I got hooked. Now, I’m trying to get to the current season.
The twins gave me shit until they were up one night when I was watching. Next thing you know, they were hooked, too. They are going to be pissed that I’m watching ahead of them.
Sly and Huck have been my best friends since we were five. I have an awesome mom. She’s always done her best for me, but they couldn’t say the same thing. Their mom fucked up their world from the beginning. She was always strung out. Hell, look at the names she gave them, after cartoons. Their dad was dead, my dad was a deadbeat and I’ve never met him in person. So the first time the twins followed me home, my momma fell in love. She bathed them and fed them, and pretty much after that my mom was a single mother to three kids. They stayed at my house more than they did their own.
I think it’s safe to say that when we decided a few years ago to move out and rent a house together, she was lost. It’s a requirement that we still have to be at her house once a week for family dinner, no girls allowed. Not that any of us ever have a steady girl, but that rule was made for Sly when he brought some one night floozy to my mom’s. It took us weeks to get rid of the girl because she got the wrong idea, she thought he wanted her to meet his family. He was just saving gas by picking her up before supper rather than after.
I must’ve dozed off because one minute I was watching a gunman loose in the hospital on Grey’s and the next thing I know, Sly is swiping my legs off the couch.
“Fuck you, man. You started without us.”
I shake my head. “Dude, I watched like maybe ten minutes before I fell asleep. We can turn it back on when you guys are ready.”
Huck comes in and sits down with his protein meal. “Fuck, you started without us. I see how it is, brother.”
I let out a huge angry breath. “Once again, I only saw like the first ten minutes before I fell asleep so we can watch it when you want to.” I sit back. “How was your workout?”
Sly walks back in the living room with a bottle of water and a banana. “Brutal after you left. Marco smoked the shit out of us.”
I laugh. “I don’t doubt it, considering you were bitching at each other like a couple of high school drama queens when I left.” I chuckle again.
Huck looks at me with a death glare. “He took a fucking cheap shot at me.”
Sly shushes us as he hits play on the episode.
~*~*~
Taking a shower this morning and trying to lift my arm is killer. It looks like I’ll be taking Marco up on going to his chiropractor.