"I am so tired of this," Sunshine whispered, wiping the tears from his eyes. How could this exist? How could life be like this?

He almost wished he was back in California. There, he knew who he was. But he knew he didn't, really. He knew who he was here—with the team. He knew who he was with these friends, who had been cold and indifferent at first, but had grown to love him as he had them. He loved them. Nothing could change that, and he knew it. They were his team and his family… the most of a family he had ever had.

Sunshine's mom had died when he was four, and since then Mr. Bass had been sort of a wreck. He worked hard to make the ends meet, and spent a lot of his money letting Sunshine do what he loved: play football.

Sunshine loved his dad. There was no doubt about it. It was just that sometimes… sometimes his dad's love wasn't enough.

Sometimes he needed more.

"When is this going to be over?" he asked to no one in general. There was no answer. Perhaps, there would never be one.


"Gerry," Julius started, "how could you say that to him? You know how much he's hurting inside!"

Gerry looked indifferently at Julius. "Jul, Ray couldn't do it. I'm telling you, he must have been crazy or something! I've known Ray since I was five," his voice broke, "and he's changed… believe me, I know Ray's changed, but he couldn't do this. He couldn't."

"That gives you no right to say that to him!" Julius yelped. "How could you say that?"

Petey seemed to appear out of nowhere. "I'm disappointed in you Bertier. You hurt him. You hurt him bad."

"I didn't," Gerry whispered, "mean to hurt him that bad. I'm sure you hurt him worse."

"What?" Petey asked.

"Don't pretend you don't know," Gerry hissed, "Blue told me. You smashed him Petey… you broke him.

"Did you know that every time you're not there, he's crying? He's crying because he's afraid you won't forgive him. He's crying because you hurt him. He's crying because he thinks you made it up and you still hate him. He's crying because he thinks you're not his friend."

"I…" Petey said, shocked. He thought Sunshine knew he loved him.

"Don't," Gerry continued. "You know that entire time he was lying bleeding on that field, the only thing he was thinking was to make it up to you? The only thing he said was, 'Petey?' Don't say I hurt him. You did worse, Petey. You did worse."

In one movement, Julius slapped Gerry across the face. "That gives you no right to hurt him. So what if Petey hurt him? Does that give you the right to take out your anger on Sunshine? Why? Because you're white, is that why? Is it because Petey's not and you are, so you're allowed to and he's not? No, we're all in this together. We're all in this together."

"Thanks," Gerry said, shaking his head. "I needed that."

"No problem brother," Julius said with a smile. "It's all good."

"Oh no…" Gerry broke off. "Now I have to explain to Sunshine…"


Sunshine didn't want them there. He didn't want the looks of pity. He didn't want to talk to Gerry.

But Gerry wanted to talk to him.

Gerry stepped forward, "Sunshine… I…"

Sunshine closed his eyes. He didn't want to see anymore. He didn't want to hear anymore. He felt broken and he knew he was broken. He was broken.

Sorry it's short. But I updated!