Jamie raced home to make sure that he got there before Timmy. Though he had gotten out
of school way before Timmy, because Jamie had waited at Charlie’s house until after
practice, Jamie got to the house with only moments to spare. Jamie raced up to his room
and hid the pill, then raced back down.
As Timmy walked in the front door, Jamie noticed that he was wearing new clothes,
and had a new gym bag he carried in his left hand. Over his right shoulder, Timmy had
slung an old backpack. Strutting into the living room and turning on the television, he
dropped down on the sofa, at perfect ease with his new form. It was like he had always
been the same age as Jamie, and had always been a jock. Flipping on the machine, Timmy
changed the channels until he found a sports station showing a football game.
Coming and standing at the doorway of the room, Jamie watched this lug of a guy
sitting there, scratching his balls and not caring who saw, and despite everything he
wanted to be like this new version of his brother. “How was your day, Timmy?” Jamie
asked, but Timmy seemed to not here him. Calling his name until he was practically yelling,
Timmy finally seemed to realize he was being addressed.
“Oh, sorry man,” Timmy answered. “It’s just that I got so use to answering to Scott
Parker that I did not realize you were talking to me.” Then with a grin, “Hey, why don’t you
call me Scott from now on?”
“I’m not calling you Scott. Your my little brother Timmy.” Jamie said angrily.
Getting up off the sofa, Scott walked over and stared down into Jamie’s eyes. “I’m not
your little anything. You have two choices, you can either call me Scott and think of me as
your cousin, or I can beat you up every day until your willing to.”
Looking into those eyes, Jamie new that he was not lying. “Fine, Scott.” He said with a
slight quiver in his voice. He now new that his little brother Timmy was gone because when
he looked into those eyes, he no longer the boy he had known.
Later that night after Scott had finished clearing out the refrigerator and had fallen
asleep spilling over the edges of his small bed, Jamie took out the pill. Going into the
bathroom, he poured himself a glass of water. Putting the pill in his mouth and downing
the whole glass before he could change his mind, Jamie then walked back into his
bedroom and went to bed.
As scared as he was that he would turn into one of the jocks he hated so much, Jamie
knew that if he didn’t do something to even out the playing field with Scott, he would not
only be bullied at school, but soon Scott would start doing things that Jamie would not be
able to fix. Scott needed someone that he could not push around. Jamie was just glad that
he at least was on a team where he had to listen to someone else. ‘Until I’m his equal, the
coach should be able to keep him out of too much trouble.’