Tell No One
A Novel by Jeff Vrolyks
Copyright 2012 Jeff Vrolyks
Theo wasn’t surprised when he pulled up to his parent’s house to find the driveway full of cars and both sides of the street lined with cars. There was one spot open, undoubtedly reserved for him, and that was beside his father’s old F-150 on the driveway. He parked his Mustang. Upon shutting off the engine he could hear the party. Loud music and laughter, loud conversations. Someone spied him on the other side of the living room window and announced, “He’s here!”
Theo adjusted his neck-tie with a grin, combed his fingers through his hair and jaunted up the single step of the porch, opened the door. Tonight he was the center of attention, the main attraction; everyone clapped. A large banner stretched across the living room wall reading Congrats Theo! Go Stanford! On the seventy-inch Plasma TV was the game, The Fiesta Bowl, where Stanford had bested Oregon mightily 39-17, a game that Theo played in less than twenty-four hours ago.