"Jeff," his mother says holding him up in the air, "you just saved me a trip to the store. Your little brother Nate just told me he needed a new jock strap for football practice tonight, his old one broke. I'm always complaining that you two never do anything together, and that you should be more supportive of your younger brother's sports. Supportive, hehe."
Yeah, some little brother. Nate was a year younger than Jeff, but 50 pounds heavier and a head taller. They were as different as two brothers could be. Nate liked Country Music, Jeff preferred Alternative Rock. Nate lived with his father, but sometimes spent a week or two a month with his mother, when Jeff and Nate's father was traveling. Jeff lived with his mother. Nate was a dumb jock, Jeff was a smart nerd. Now, I guess I'm a dumb jock too! Jeff thought with morbid humor. Why would his mother humiliate him this way?
"Nate?" she called.
"Yeah, ma?"
"Jeff's going to be away for a few days, so you can use his room, and here's his extra jock strap for you to wear tonight. I'll get you a new one on Sunday when I go into the City."
"Jeff's jockstrap? Ew. It'll never fit."
"Here it is, try it on, it stretches, and I'm sure it'll fit."
Nate thinks, Hey, it looks like that wimp Jeff's never worn it. Nate says, "Well, I'll wear it tonight, otherwise coach says I can't try out for the team." Nate sniffs Jeff, and thinks, Well, maybe he did wear it, I can smell some residual funk. I'll just have to wash it first.
Oh, great! Jeff can hear Nate's thought,as the big young grips the jockstrap.