Thats My Boy
They arrive at the house of one of his team mate’s with rich parents. His parents let him throw crazy wild parties and tonight it. was for something worth celebrating. Sure in the long run maybe football was nothing but. it was a part of Zac’s whole world right now. Among other things...his eyes flick to Zig as his best friend climbs out of the car. He follows suit, putting it in park and running around the front of it. Usually, they got help from another team mate but Zac trusted himself and Zig was agile and kinda scrawny other than the muscles in his arms. It wasn’t like he was a lineman. Zac bends down and scoops Z up in one motion, balancing the other and straightening up so that ZIg was seated on his shoulders, not his back, his shoulders. “LETS GIVE IT UP!” The team was surrounding them. Zac makes his way into the backyard, where the party was being mainly held although the house was open too. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN I PRESENT TO YOU THE ONE AND ONLY MR. ZIGOOORRR SANTXITZ!! THE ONE AND ONLY GAME WINNING TOUCHDOWN RECIEVER AND MVP OF THE NIGHT BABY!!” The team begins to. chant Z’s name as well ass hooting and hollering. He wobbles a little but regains his balance easily, his hands hooking around Z’s calves. He could his his little brother shouting and soon everyone was chanting, “Z-SQUARED, Z-SQUARED!!” Over and over again into his beaming face. But he wasn’t looking at them, he was looking up at Z.













