An excerpt from One Day:
“Oh god,” Lucius groaned. “What did you do?”
The teenager wrung his hands, “Well, they asked for my name—”
“—and I told them my parents were dead.”
Lucius and Tyler both stared at him for a good thirty seconds before erupting into laughter. The former leaned back in his chair until it tipped over. He held Tyler close as they toppled backwards, landing on the floor, both continuing to laugh. Tyler eventually rolled off of him, lying on his back. Jason’s face was burning. He grabbed a book and knelt down, shoving it in Lucius’ face.
“Are you trying to smother me with a book?” his guardian laughed. “That is both nonsensical and impractical. Are you sure you don’t want to be a supervillain?”
Lucius rolled over and pinned Jason down. Tyler jumped onto his back until they were all a tangled, laughing, dogpile.
They looked up as several workers approached, wearing incredulous frowns.
“Okay, we need to go,” Lucius summarized.
The three hopped to their feet and raced away.
It wasn’t until the car-ride home that Jason said, “Okay, so I’ll admit, that probably wasn’t the best pickup line.”
Lucius laughed so hard that he nearly swerved into the other lane.
“Trust me, Jason,” he said, grinning, “I’ve had much worse.”
Jason laughed at that. He looked down and groaned.
“What’s wrong?” Lucius asked.
“I forgot my backpack.”
Lucius sighed. “All right; let’s swing back around and get it.”
“No way,” the teenager yelped. “I’m never going back in there.”
“Jason, you need your backpack.”
“I’ll buy another backpack,” he said. “I’ll make another backpack.”
“Your homework was in it.”
“I’ll make another homework!”
“You’ll make another homework?”
“I’ll make another homework.”
Lucius shook his head. “Whatever you say, Mr. My Parents Are Dead.”