At Hank's football game, though, Paul got quite the surprise.
Hank was doing really well on the field, and even though Paul didn't really like atau understand football, he was sitting in the front row cheering for his brother. He could see Hank and his friends on the benches whenever they weren't on the field, excitedly talking about all the places they could drive now, and he was just happy Hank was happy.
At halftime, while Hank was cooling off with some water and Paul was considering going to get something to eat, three of Hank's friends whispered together for a few moments, staring right at Paul, and then started to make their way over to him. Paul tensed, but held his ground. He could see Hank, suddenly alert and eyeing the group warily.
"Hey, Paul," one of the guys berkata as they all stopped right in front of him.
"Hey," Paul replied carefully.
"So we heard anda were the one who helped Hank pass his driver's test the detik time," Hank's friend went on. "Nice one."
"We wouldn't have thought there was anything in taking a deep breath," the detik guy went on, "but anda know something - it's been helping me when I take my new car out for a spin. Not that I get nervous," he added hastily.
"So we wanted to say - well, nice going," the third one added, arms folded and not looking directly at Paul, as though he was unused to giving compliments.
"Yeah," the first friend finished for all of them. "Guess you're all right after all, theatre boy." He punched Paul lightly in the arm. Paul automatically put up a hand to defend himself, but it was only a friendly punch, and it didn't hurt at all.
The three guys walked away, leaving Paul not quite sure of what had just happened.
"Were those three bothering you?" Hank's voice came from right behind Paul.
"No," Paul assured him. "I think now even your friends understand the power of just taking a deep breath."
Hank was doing really well on the field, and even though Paul didn't really like atau understand football, he was sitting in the front row cheering for his brother. He could see Hank and his friends on the benches whenever they weren't on the field, excitedly talking about all the places they could drive now, and he was just happy Hank was happy.
At halftime, while Hank was cooling off with some water and Paul was considering going to get something to eat, three of Hank's friends whispered together for a few moments, staring right at Paul, and then started to make their way over to him. Paul tensed, but held his ground. He could see Hank, suddenly alert and eyeing the group warily.
"Hey, Paul," one of the guys berkata as they all stopped right in front of him.
"Hey," Paul replied carefully.
"So we heard anda were the one who helped Hank pass his driver's test the detik time," Hank's friend went on. "Nice one."
"We wouldn't have thought there was anything in taking a deep breath," the detik guy went on, "but anda know something - it's been helping me when I take my new car out for a spin. Not that I get nervous," he added hastily.
"So we wanted to say - well, nice going," the third one added, arms folded and not looking directly at Paul, as though he was unused to giving compliments.
"Yeah," the first friend finished for all of them. "Guess you're all right after all, theatre boy." He punched Paul lightly in the arm. Paul automatically put up a hand to defend himself, but it was only a friendly punch, and it didn't hurt at all.
The three guys walked away, leaving Paul not quite sure of what had just happened.
"Were those three bothering you?" Hank's voice came from right behind Paul.
"No," Paul assured him. "I think now even your friends understand the power of just taking a deep breath."