The dismissal bell rang and everyone got up from their seats and left as soon as possible. "Finally, Friday," Steve thought as he placed his history book into his bag.
He saw his buddy Dan in the hallway. "Hey."
"Oh, what's up Steve?"
"Same old stuff."
They walked in silence for a little bit, and then Steve noticed new paintings on the wall and asked "Hey, is that a new mural or something?"
"I guess so, it's pretty stupid looking."
"Yeah," they passed by a doorway to a classroom and looked in, Steve thought he saw the girl of his dreams inside, but it wasn't really her, " . . . I know, it is kind of stupid." But when he looked back, Dan was a few feet ahead of him. "See you later."
Steve got to his bus and saw a few people standing outside, the door was closed. "Why don't you just try to open it, or get those kids to open it," he asked, pointing out three younger kids that were sitting on the bus already.
Nathan, a moderately popular person in school, tried to open the door from the outside, but it was harder then he'd first thought. He knocked on the window and the kids inside got scared. "What's wrong with them?" he wondered, but the bus driver came and opened the door.
Steve got on the bus and took his normal seat, and then Nathan came and sat down next to him.
"Hey, I'll just sit here . . . I've never talked to you before," Nathan said.
"Uh, yeah," Steve replied shyly. Normally, Steve would put on his walkman headphones but since someone was sitting by him, he didn't.
Some time passed before either of them said anything more, and then Nathan began talking about motorcycles.
"I like driving alone, that's why I like motorcycles."
"Hmm, I'd like motorcycles too--being alone and all, but they scare me."
"Heh, well, it's not so bad once you get used to it."
"I guess." Steve was still feeling a bit uncomfortable.
The bus drove over a group of pigeons that had just landed on the street.
It came to Steve's bus stop and he started gathering his things, a bookbag, sweatshirt (he held it in his hand since it was too warm to wear it), and his CD player, but then he dropped his CD player on the floor. He tried to get it and his bookbag shifted into an akward position.
The bus started to move again. "Hey, hold on a second, I have to get off here!" Steve said in a voice loud enough that the bus driver would hear and stop again. Steve looked to Nathan again, still struggling to deal with his stuff, "Anyway, what were you saying?"
"Uhh, nothing man, it was just something about pixie sticks."
"Oh, ok, bye," he said as he got off the bus and started walking home.
And that's how the boy came to be known as Underpants Steve. Now go to sleep, kids.
Grandpa, that story sucked! And it didn't explain anything about his name. Underpants?
Oh yeah, you're right. I forgot to mention that Steve had accidentally left his pants in his history class.
So he was walking around in his underwear?
That's right, now go to bed.
Grandpa, that story still sucked.
Just shut up and go to bed.
//Marshall
