Honor Thy Father“Do you know where you want to go?” Noah asked, shrugged on his green Air Force jacket.More Like This
Mr. Nixon looked up as if thinking about what he was in the mood to eat. “I don’t know. You decide.”
“Dad,” Noah started. “It’s Father’s Day. You’re supposed to have your way today; anything you say goes.”
“Aren’t I supposed to have my way every day?”
“Unless mom disagrees,” Noah smirked at his pops as he pulled out his keys.
“Yeah, you got me there,” Mr. Nixon agreed with a chuckle.
Noah jumped when his phone rang, cutting off their father-son banter.
Going on Seventeen (Generator Rex, Noex)Going on SeventeenMore Like This
"So you're coming?" Noah asked bumping his elbow into Rex's arm.
"Every day," Rex answered with a wink.
"Oh gross, that's not what I meant. Are you going to my birthday party?"
Rex stopped in his tracks. "Birthday?"
'Yeah, I'm seventeen in three days." Noah walked a few steps more before realizing that he was alone. He looked over his shoulder at Rex. He was standing stock still, his mouth hung open in a small surprised "o."
"You do know about birthdays, right? We had one for you ages ago," Noah grinned at his own lame joke.
"Your birthday is in three days?" Rex repeated.
"So, you're sixteen?"
"Going on seventeen," Noah answered. He sang in a way it was as if he were quoting something, but it was unfamiliar to Rex and he couldn't place it. Noah's grin faltered when the stunned expression of Rex's face didn't go away. "I know it's seems like it's come out of nowhere. It's not going to be as big a party as yours, but I think it would be nice if my boyfrie
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“Well that was fun,” Rex said as he pulled off his uniform. He mashed it into a ball before shooting it into the wide laundry bin against the wall. It hit the rim and then fell onto the floor.
“It’s a good thing you play table tennis better than you do basketball,” Noah commented with a chuckle.
“Ha-ha,” Rex laughed sarcastically as he walked over to pick the shirt up. He paused by the bin and studied the shirt, running his thumb over the school logo thoughtfully.
“Rex?” Noah asked in concern for his friend.
The raven haired EVO looked over. “I did good right?” Rex asked before quickly pressing his lips together as if he hadn’t meant to speak his thoughts aloud.
Noah frowned at the EVO’s question and readjusted the towel around his waist. “Yeah, man. You did great,” Noah reassured him. “And the crowd loved you,” he added knowing the compliment would appeal to Rex
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Rex and Six were in the middle of training when the text chime of Rex's cell phone went off. Excited, Re batted Six's attack away and answered it.
Six watched him stoically. "Are you going to tell me about her?"
"About who?" Rex replied, tilting his head to the side.
"The girl you've been texting all week."
"Oh, well," Rex started but paused as his phone chimed again. "It's not a girl." Rex missed the expression on Six's face but felt his gaze on him. "What?"
"Are you going to tell me about him?"
Rex grinned widely. "Maybe one day."