Tom Baker was 16. He had grown up in a fairly rural community and had a quite, but gentle personality.
Physically, he was fairly tall at 6' even, and had a fairly thin build. He had dark blonde hair, blue eye's, and a shy but thoughtful gaze. Most of all, he had a heart of gold.
He was sitting on the couch on a Saturday afternoon, when he heard the signature sound of the milkman pulling in.
He marked his page and opened the door to find the milk man unloading the usual box of gallon sized milk cartons(the canister had since been redistributed).
"Well, if it isn't Tom Baker," said the Milkman
Tom couldn't help but smile at the huge man "Hello Mr. Darcy."
Mr. Darcy sighed. "Would it kill you to call me Bill?"
"No sir, Mr Darcy" said Tom, keeping a straight face.
The man shook his head. "Your too polite for your own good, kid"
Tom raised an eyebrow
"Ha!" Mr. Darcy let out a bellowing laugh "Just kidding Tom, you stay just the way you are."
Tom had to smile at that.
"Anywho," the man pulled his schedule from his overalls pocket, "I got your usual here, with a twist. Say's here this is fresh from the farm." he read
Fresh from the farm, thought Tom, that is a little strange. Then again I won't be drinking any.
"I think that means your gonna love it!" he beamed a smile that would have been full if not for the 3 missing teeth.
Now it was Tom's turn to sigh. "Now Mr. Darcy, you know just as well as anyone that I'm lactose intolerant..."
The man feigned shock "Really? Well when were you gonna say something about it?"
"I've only told you the last 16 times you've delivered...Oh never mind." He walked up to his house
"Hey, I'm just messing with you buddy." His smile faded slightly as he went on to a more serious matter. "How's your mom doing?"
Tom thought for a second. "Oh, I think she's getting better. I mean, now she can at least sit up in bed." He tried to be optimistic.
"That's an improvement I guess," replied Mr. Darcy in a sullen tone. "Hey, you take care of her, and be a good boy."
He got back into his truck, waved to Tom, and drove off.
The boy watched him go.
"You don't need to tell me twice..." he went back inside with the milk.