Jerry's Cousin // Jack Brewer X OC

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||BADGE OF HONOR||

|CAMI

Me, Kim, Jerry, and Milton were outside, in the courtyard of the mall, watching Jack perform a skateboarding trick. Phil was, apparently, gonna be the obstacle Jack was gonna ollie over. "You can do it Jack!" Milton cheered.

"Don't break your neck!" I called right after.

"What's going on?" Rudy asked. I hadn't even noticed he left the dojo.

"Jack's about to do a hippy jump over the chair and then a 360 flip into an ollie," Kim filled him in.

"That's not Ollie, that's Phil. And he's gonna get killed," Rudy deadpanned.

"I got this baby. First job in my country, I was speed bump," Phil assured.

"That makes me feel better. Go for it Jack!" I encouraged. He came skating through, perfectly performing each move. If karate doesn't work for him, he's got a good chance in skateboarding. We all applauded and cheered as Jack came around high fiving everyone.

"Mind if I snag your axe and take it for a scrape?" Rudy asked.

"Come again?" I suggested.

"Skateboard, can I borrow your skateboard?" Rudy rephrased.

"Have you ever ridden one before Rudy?" Jack asked, laughing a little.

"I'm a 3rd degree black belt, I think I can handle a rolling toy," Rudy scoffed.

"Ok, knock yourself out," Jack agreed, handing Rudy the skateboard.

"Knowing Rudy, he's probably gonna knock himself out physically," I muttered to Jack. 

"Maybe not," he shrugged. Rudy stepped on the board flying backwards. "I stand corrected."

"I think he just knocked himself out," Eddie stated the obvious.

"No I didn't," came Rudy's strained voice from above. I guess Eddie stated the thought to be obvious. Rudy, then, collided with the floor.

"Now he did," Jerry pointed at Rudy's limp body. We all had recovered from our wince, walking over to help our sensei.

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Me and the gang all filed into the dojo, carrying our stuff to our lockers. "Hey guys, I've got a very big surprise," Rudy told us as we entered the dojo.

"If it's that dead frog on the hood of your car again, I'm telling you, it does not look like Abraham Lincoln!" I exclaimed.

"Maybe he's finally getting this smelly mats cleaned," Milton suggested.

"Yeah, they're so moldy, every week we have to give them a shave," Jack agreed.

"Yesterday, when I got home, my grandfather got a whiff of me, cried, and said I smelled like the war," Eddie shared.

"Of which year?" I asked. "I bet an old military tent smells better than those mats."

"I'm not talking about our mats. Or the Abraham Lincoln frog-"

"-he doesn't look like Abraham Lincoln!" I sighed, exasperated. Jack patted my shoulder sympathetically as Rudy continued.

"I'm talking about this," he showed us an orange wall curtain.

"Whoa," Jerry gasped as me and the gang sat down on a nearby bench. "A wall sheet! It's beautiful!"

"It's hideous!" I countered.