[My Art] Coach Callie

Sometimes strange ideas come out of late night VC sessions with xBL4CKL1GHTx , doing a Home Movies reference with one of his characters and mine is certainly one of them. --------------------------------------- "Are you alright, Derek? Your face is like a magnet for soccer balls today." I stare at the boy, noting the redness on his forehead. He rubs it, still stinging from the last collision. "Haven't dodged that many knocks since... well, since I got in trouble when Alexus came over." As we settle down on the bleachers, the intensity of practice catching up to us, the whiskey in me makes small talk, "Your mother is a hard woman, yes?" He shrugs, seemingly unable to decide how to answer. " Sometimes. She thinks I have anger issues, so she's got these 'unique' techniques she read about online to keep me in check. Equating bad behavior to bad smells, or so she says. Load of garbage to me." Intrigued, I raise an eyebrow. "Bad smells, like what? Do tell." "Yep," he explains, a dry humor to his voice, "like last week I got written up for fighting again. When the school finally tells her, she comes to me and she says, ‘Remember this smell next time you think about doing that crap again.' Then she stuck her butt in my face and... well farted." Suppressing a laugh from the whiplash of that statement, I carry on, "That's... certainly creative. So instead of kicking your butt, her butt kicks you?" A wry chuckle. "I suppose you could put it that way. Sometimes she draws it out. Ever get carpet burn on your nose from someone else’s blue jeans? Cause I have!" My interest piques in the worst of ways, today I will blame it on the flask at my side. No matter, I lean forward. “So, she... sticks her butt in your face and farts as a form of... discipline, you would say?" He shifts a bit, making me realize this might not be a tale he's shared often. "Yeah, it's nasty, to say the least. She calls it ‘reverse aromatherapy.'" "Huh," I keep my tone neutral. This sounds oddly familiar. “Does it actually work? Or do you feel it does, at least?" Derek shrugs, still slightly embarrassed. "I guess? I mean, nobody likes getting farted on, right?" I grin, "I can only imagine." My mind wanders to Xander as Derek speaks, I wonder how he’d take to something like that? Or perhaps his problems are a little too deep to fix so simply. "Uh, coach? My ride’s here. See you later." he says, snapping me out of my thoughts with just enough time to throw an arm up as he leaves. --------------------------------------- Derek belongs to me. Callie belongs to xBL4CKL1GHTx . Always welcome engagement, fanart, and fanfic!