Date: Tue, 2 May 2017 11:47:35 -0500
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Matt King Chapter 7

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	In the last chapter, Matt took down Jake at the park, then they got
to Matt's house to find that Adam had a new foster kid, one who freaked out
upon seeing Matt and Liam, and so Matt went to gymnastics with Liam to
watch, where he told some girls that he'd be at DKMA the next day. Later,
Matt calmed the little guy down and got him washed up and in clean clothes,
then tucked into bed, before heading to bed himself.

~~Chapter Seven - Lessons~~

[Liam]

	Matt doesn't meet me to walk to school today, so I just figure that
he was running late because of the new kid, and head to school when I can't
wait anymore. He doesn't show up at school all day, and everyone's a bit
confused. I figure that it's probably because of yesterday. Yesterday's
activities probably overwhelmed him, and he's just taking the day to relax.

	I just hope it doesn't change what he said yesterday, about coming
to his brother's dojo to watch me. After school, I head over to Matt's
house once I finish my homework, just to see if he's okay. No one answers
the door. I send him a text.

	Me (to Matt): Are you home?
	Matt: Basement. Why?
	Me (to Matt): Can I come in?
	He takes a full minute to answer.
	Matt: Yes. But be quiet and move slowly.

	I come in and make my way down to the basement, where Matt's with
the kid from yesterday, who is dressed in a dark blue dress shirt, jeans
tucked into cowboy boots and held up with a leather belt, and a cowboy hat
atop his head. He's staring at me with his big, brown eyes filled with fear
as he stares at me. He's also holding a violin, just like Matt.

	"Remember," Matt tells him. "This is my boyfriend, Liam. He's
friendly. He's so cool, too. You should see him do gymnastics. Hey, Liam,
watch this. Let's take it from the top."

	They start playing the violins, the little guy not doing so well,
probably having never held one before, but he dances with Matt. Despite the
awful noises coming from the little guy's, he's doing his best, and he's
actually dancing pretty well.

	Martial arts, singing, guitar, violin, cooking, acting, dancing,
and what else?

	"You dance?" I ask when they finish.

	It was a short piece, and it was nice watching the little guy do
his best to imitate Matt.

	"Yeah," Matt answers. "I got the idea of doing dance while playing
violin from Lindsey Stirling."

	"Who?" I ask, and he looks at me as if I just murdered his favorite
puppy. "What? Is she famous or something?"

	"You've never heard of Lindsey Stirling?" He asks. "I mean,
seriously? How the hell? Can you believe him?" Matt looks at Joey, who
shakes his head. "Have you heard of her?" The boy hesitates, then shakes
his head, looking a little scared. "Seriously? Am I the only person here
who's heard of her?"

	Before I can react, the boy nods, just a small bit, and Matt
laughs.

	"Okay!" He declares, starting to move. "Let's go listen to her! I
mean, Alabama got me into playing the violin, but she's the one who got me
into doing dance with it."

	"Alabama?"

	He comes to a halt, extremely stiff. The little guy was imitating
him, following him, then stopping. He looks up at Matt's back curiously.

	"No. Freaking. Way."

	Matt lets out a huge breath, then leads us over to one of the
computers down here and pulls up a video called "Fiddle in the Band", by
Alabama. As soon as it's over, he clicks on a link to "Mountain Music" by
them, after making sure I know that "Fiddle in the Band" is what got him
into violins when he was three.

	After "Mountain Music" ends, he starts us on Lindsey
Stirling. She's pretty dang good, and she does dance while playing. She
makes it look effortless, which is probably what got Matt into it. He makes
it look effortless, too.

	Ian plays the violin, and he's mentioned that he's tried dancing
with it, but can't. He says it's incredibly hard to do. The fact that Matt
can do it impresses me, and I'm not at all surprised that he's teaching the
little guy how to do it at the same time, instead of teaching them
individually. I bet it's easier to learn how to dance while playing the
violin if you're taught how to do it when you're taught how to play, too.

	When it finishes, Matt leads the little guy upstairs for a snack,
the little guy sitting next to him at the table as they devour brownies
together. The little guy eats a bit hesitantly, watching me warily. Matt
offers me brownies, and the three of us eat them.

	"Joey," Matt finally says the little guy's name, and the little guy
looks at him, looking scared. "I need to leave soon, to meet Adam at the
dojo. You'll have to come with me. There will be a lot of people there. You
and I will both be scared. Well, you'll be scared, while my anxiety will be
acting up. You think you can do that?"

	The little guy shakes his head.

	"Well, I have to go," Matt says. "And Adam's already there, so you
have to go. I was just trying to be nice by asking you. You don't really
have a choice. I'm sorry. You'll get choices on other things, though. Like
which brownie you get to eat. Also, I bet Adam will let you take
lessons. It's martial arts. You'll get to learn how to fight and defend
yourself. It's really good. I'm apparently really good, even though I
thought I was bad. I promise, you'll like it."

	Joey doesn't want to go, but Matt somehow talks him into it. I
offer him a ride, knowing Dad won't care, and we still have the old booster
seats from when the twins were little, so it won't be a problem, but Matt
says it's fine. I expect him to pull me aside to tell me what's up with the
kid, but he doesn't, just tells me they should get going, so they can get
there between sessions, so I head home.

	When I head in to marital arts, Matt is there, barefoot and dressed
in his black gi. Joey's with him, dressed in the white gi of the students,
with a white belt on. Matt's glaring at one of the instructors, and the
little guy's imitating him.

	The little guy is so dang adorable. I just want to pick him up and
cuddle him, but I'm pretty sure that will send him into a panic. I just
love how he's imitating Matt, too. Matt, who a week ago, would barely talk
to anyone. Matt, who is mysteriously suddenly bold and amusing and
mischievous.

	"What's Matt doing here?" Tessa spooks me, making me jump. "And it
looks like he's got a little shadow."

	"He told some girls at the gym yesterday he'd be here to watch me,"
I say. "Guess he was serious. Makes me wonder if he'd actually already
planned on coming here. And the shadow's Adam's foster kid - they got him
yesterday. He totally freaked out when Matt and I walked in after school,
which is why Matt was at practice with me."

	"Was going to ask," she laughs. "He seems to have recovered."

	"Only a little," I shake my head. "He's still frightened, I think
Matt's the only reason he's not screaming right now. You should've seen
him, Tessa, the little guy was covered in blood and stuff. You see those
bruises on his face? He was beaten, and badly, too. What happened to him?"

	"Dunno," she shrugs. "He wouldn't be the first they've taken in
like that, though he's definitely the youngest. I wish a thousand deaths
upon whoever did it. Do you know why they're glaring at Sensei Gary?"

	"Just got here a moment myself," I shake my head. "Matt and Joey
apparently walked here, I'm not sure why. Joey definitely didn't want to
come, though. Matt did manage to convince him. It's weird, I was right in
front of them, but I couldn't figure out how it is that Matt talked him
into it."

	We start the session as normal, and Matt mostly sticks around the
edges, teaching Joey stuff one-on-one instead of actually paying
attention. Sensei Gary gets annoyed by it, though, and says something to
Sensei Adam a few times, and then Sensei Adam calls for the class to hold.

	We stop what we're doing and stand at ready, and Matt says
something quietly to Joey. They were already talking, and I don't think
he's actually paying attention. It's while we're standing at ready that I
notice the girls form yesterday here, watching.

	"Some of you," Sensei Adam says. "Are probably wondering who the
smaller version of me is, wearing a Sensei gi with three stripes on his
belt. That's my little brother, Matt, and he's earned those stripes. For
some reason, the other Sensei here don't believe so, due to his inability
to follow the customs of this dojo. And so, Matt, will you come here and
spar with Gary? Don't use the family style, and make it last as long as
possible."

	Matt bows to Sensei Gary, who looks arrogant, like he can win,
while the rest of us clear off the mats. Sensei Gary really doesn't know
what he's in for.

	They start fighting. Sensei Gary is only a second-dan here, and he
probably thinks a child doesn't deserve a third-dan. There's a reason
Sensei Adam won't pass him. I mean, he doesn't like that three of the
third-dans here are kids, and honestly wouldn't pass any of us, were we to
test under him.

	Matt, as always, rules. He doesn't give Sensei Gary an opening, and
tags him I don't know how many times. I don't think anyone's capable of
keeping track. Matt strikes fast, and while he doesn't strike hard, I'm
pretty sure that if he wasn't pulling his punches, Sensei Gary would be
very, very sore. Not just sore, but bruised, and maybe even suffering from
fractures.

	As the fight goes on, Matt wears down Sensei Gary, then flips him
onto the ground, keeping in motion the entire time. Matt sits on the
sensei's head, the sensei on his side, and Matt's holding the man's right
arm straight up, wrist bent in a move that's not easy to get out of. He's
put him into a lock. Should Sensei Gary try to escape, he'd break his
wrist.

	"I'm bored," Matt looks at his brother. "And we've been sparring
for like, twenty minutes. I'm also hungry. Do you have food here?"

	I think we all look at Matt as if he's insane. That's not how you
end a match!

	"What's proper match etiquette?" Sensei Adam asks his brother.

	"To focus on the enemy until they tap out," Matt answers. "Or you
knock them out. Can I break his wrist? He doesn't appear to be tapping out,
and I'm almost to that point."

	"No," Sensei Adam says, and then Matt does something that causes a
loud crack, and Sensei Gary bites back a scream. "I said 'no'!"

	"I only dislocated it," Matt says, then looks down at Sensei
Gary. "I'll pop it back in if you yield. If not, I'll sit here until the
EMT's get here to get you checked out."

[Matt] (That morning)

	Screaming and thrashing wakes me up, and I realize that Joey's in
my bed, curled up against me, suffering through a nightmare. I wrap my arms
around him, and the thrashing gets worse.

	"Joey," I say softly. "Shh, it's alright. You're alright,
Joey. Joey, wake up, it's Matt. Shh, you're alright. They're not hurting
you. No one's going to hurt you. Shh, you're alright. It's alright,
buddy. Wake up, you're okay."

	I keep talking to him softly until he wakes up. He panics for a
moment, but after hearing my voice, he starts to calm down.

	"Good morning, Joey," I say softly, then look at the clock.

	It's quarter after nine. School starts at eight. Adam must have
called the school to tell them I'm not coming in today. He probably saw
Joey snuggling with me, and decided to let us sleep.

	"Let's go get something to eat," I say, and Joey nods.

	We make our way downstairs to the kitchen, and as soon as Joey sees
Adam, he starts screaming again, looking absolutely terrified.

	"What are you giving me that look for?" Adam asks. "I was just
sitting here!"

	"You scared Joey!" I say. "That's not nice! Bad Adam! Go to your
room!"

	"Seriously?" He says, and I point to his room. "Seriously, Matt?"

	"Now!"

	"I'm the boss, here," Adam says.

	"Keep telling yourself that," I say. "Now go to your room, and stay
in there until I tell you you can come out. Now, Adam! You're bad, scaring
Joey like this!"

	Adam rolls his eyes and heads to his room, and then I get Joey
calmed down and make us breakfast. We have blueberry pancakes, some
strawberries, freshly squeezed orange juice, scrambled eggs, and sausage
links. Joey's eyes bulge when he sees all the food. He probably hasn't had
this much food in a day before.

	I'll need to be careful, since he probably won't be able to eat all
of it. I should probably start him off with something a little more bland,
for his stomach, but Joey deserves to be treated well for once. I mean,
caring for him would mean giving him food that won't make him sick, but as
long as I monitor his intake speed and amount, he should be fine.

	When I put it down on the table in front of him, Joey just stares
at the food, unsure, as I start to eat. He looks at me nervously as I eat,
but doesn't touch his food. He's probably thinking that I'm just teasing
him with the food, and that if he touches it, he'll get a beating.

	After a few minutes, though, his hunger wins over, and he watches
me carefully as he sneaks a small bite. I pretend to be focused on my own
breakfast, but almost giggle when he moans with that bite, closing his eyes
in bliss. Yeah, he's definitely never had anything this good before, and
this is just a quick breakfast.

	He catches himself in the moan, and looks at me with wide,
frightened eyes. I pretend to have not noticed, and that seems to calm him
down. He sneaks bites as I continue to each, though he does get full
fast. He doesn't touch his juice even once.

	When he stops eating, he just sits there and fidgets, staring at me
as I continue to eat. I'm starved, even if he's not able to eat much.

	After I finish breakfast, I put the leftovers in the fridge and
rinse the dishes off before placing them into the dishwasher, then look at
Joey, and freezes up and looks scared.

	"You've been very bad," I say, and I can see tears welling up in
his eyes. "You haven't smiled or giggled or laughed at all. Your punishment
is this."

	I walk over to him and pick him up, even though I know it'll
terrify him. I take him to the couch and lay him on it, then stare down at
him.

	"Now for the punishment," I say. "This will be a torture you've
never experienced before."

	I start tickling him, and he starts screaming. By the time Adam
makes it out here, Joey's giggling like a little boy.

	"Gonna pee!" Joey suddenly exclaims.

	I pick him up and carry him to the bathroom, asking him if he knows
what to do. Face red from embarrassment more than the 'torture' he was just
subjected to, he shakes his head. I help him in the bathroom, then we go
out and see Adam. Joey freezes up.

	"It's just Adam," I tell Joey. "I'm scarier than he is, and I'm on
your side. He tries to hurt you, you let me know."

	"I'm not going to hurt him," Adam protests.

	"That's what he wants you to think," I tell Joey. "But trust me,
he's vicious. You want two brownies? He tells you that you can only have
one. You want to play outside? He says 'okay', but then adds on that you
need to rake the leaves. Want to play the violin? He'll say 'sure', but you
need to do it downstairs. He's very mean. He won't let me eat brownies for
breakfast."

	"Brownies?" Joey asks me.

	"That snack we had last night," I tell him. "Those were brownies."

	"You shared them with him?" Adam asks. "And why did you eat an
entire plate, too? You know my rule."

	"See?" I look at Joey. "He's very demanding. He thinks he's the
boss, but I'm really in charge. Adam, do you have a gi in Joey's size?"

	"At the dojo, yeah," Adam answers. "But-"

	"Go get it," I tell him. "I'm going to teach Joey a little more
violin while you're gone."

	I take Joey up to my room and give him another lesson on the
violin. He wants to dance while playing, like me. He's not very good at
either, and he mostly just imitates me, but at least he's enjoying himself.

	Adam locates us after returning with a white gi in Joey's size,
along with a white belt. We change into the gis, and I show Joey how to tie
the belt around his waist. He gets frustrated when he can't do it right,
and I think it's because he's scared he'll get into trouble. I wasn't
looking directly at him at the time, but I bet that if I was, he would've
freaked out entirely over just thinking about the consequences.

	"Here, Joey," I say, then help him get the belt tied. "There we go!
We can practice getting it tied properly later, okay? No need to worry, as
long as I'm around. Okay?"

	"Okay," Joey says quietly, nodding.

	"Let's go into the house's dojo," I tell him, then lead him into
the dojo. "When you enter or exit a dojo, you bow at the waist, like this,'
I bow, then step into the room. "Your turn."

	He imitates my bow, then steps into the room.
	"When you step onto or off of the mats," I tell him. "You do the
same thing."

	I bow, then step onto the mats, then look at him and tell him it's
his turn. He imitates my bow again, then steps onto the mats. I then walk
him through a few basic things, such as resting stance, attention, bowing
to the flag on the wall and to the dragon on the other, and a few basic
punches.

	Joey just imitates me, but that's fine. He's young and
inexperienced. As he does more lessons, he'll start to do it on his own,
not just imitate. Once he's worked up a good sweat and is exhausted, we
shed our gis and take a shower. He's less fidgety this time, but still
fidgets a lot. At least he's getting used to us.

	"Now," I tell him once he's dried and dressed. "We need to get you
some proper clothes, okay? That means we'll need to take Adam with us, as
transportation. Do you think you can be brave for me and put up with his
ugly face for a few hours?"

	Joey nods, a serious expression on his face, along with
determination.

	"Good," I ruffle his hair, and he flinches. "Then let's go tell our
driver that it's time to go."

	Joey and I go downstairs.

	"We're going shopping," I tell Adam. "Joey needs some clothes."

	"We've got clothes in his size," Adam responds.

	"Yes," I say. "But they're not Joey's. Joey needs his own
clothes. Let's go shopping."

	Adam groans, but he puts on his shoes and jacket, and we
leave. Well, Joey and I put on shoes and jackets, too, then we leave.

	The first thing I want to do is find some shoes for Joey, so we go
to a couple of different stores before we arrive at this really big store
that does all kinds of things. It's mostly sporting and outdoors, but has a
huge apparel section to it.

	We lose Adam at some point, which will probably get questions
raised, since it's a school day.

	"Hello!" A woman with short blond hair approaches Joey and me as
we're looking at shoes. "How are you two today?"

	"Deep breaths," I tell Joey as he starts to panic, then do them so
he can see how they're done. "Like that."

	I do them a few more times, and Joey figures it out and does them.

	"This is what we call a 'worker'," I tell Joey once it seems like
he's past the point of freaking out entirely. "They work at stores like
this one, and the really friendly ones offer assistance to customers like
us," turning back to her, I read her nametag. "Hi, Amy! I'm Matt, and this
is my new foster-brother, Joey. He doesn't have any clothes of his own, and
so we're out to get him some. We're looking at shoes right now."

	Amy helps us for a few minutes, then Joey spots the cowboy
boots. There are two kinds: the ones with pointed toes, and the ones with
rounded toes.

	"The rounded toes," she says. "Are the better of the two. The
pointed toes are more for shoes, and aren't as comfortable to be wearing
all day. They're what workers generally wear, if they're wearing cowboy
boots on a ranch or a farm."

	Joey wants to try them on, so we find a pair in his size, and he
tries them on and likes them, so we agree to get them for him. When we look
at the clothes, he keeps his eyes on the jeans, even though there are far
more comfortable pants, and I get an idea, getting some jeans and buttonups
in his size, along with a couple of kids' leather belt, then ask Amy if
they have cowboy hats. She says she thinks they do, and I ask her if she
can get one while I take Joey into the changing rooms.

	In the changing rooms, I make sure we've gotten five pairs of each
shirts and pants that fit him, then get him into a pair of jeans with a
dark red buttonup, and have him try on the various belts, then we step out
of the changing rooms for a moment to meet up with Amy, and she's got an
off-white cowboy hat. I plop it on Joey's head, then take a few steps back
and assess him.

	"Perfect!" I declare. "Look in the mirror there, Joey. How do you
like the outfit?"

	He looks at the mirror, then at me, and there's a small smile on
his face.

	"Like it?" I ask, and he nods. "Sweet! You look perfect in
it. Let's get you changed back into your other clothes. Once we get home,
we'll throw them in the wash, and you'll be fit to wear them! But we need
to find Adam first, I've got no clue where he wandered off to."

	"I'm over here," Adam says, and I look over to see him walking our
way. "Jeez, you two move fast. I swear, every time I go where I last saw
you two, you aren't there. You're going with five outfits?"

	"Yup!" I say. "He looks perfect as a little cowboy, don't you
think? I'm going to get a few more things, then we'll meet you out
front. Gimme your card."

	"And why are you meeting me out front?" Adam asks.

	"Because you're scaring Joey," I roll my eyes. "Duh. Now shoo."

	He scoffs, then hands me his card, telling me to not spend it all,
and that I better not buy more than five things outside of what I've got
for Joey, and if we change outfits, we can only swap one for one.

	I roll my eyes at him, and he leaves, and Joey calms down a
little. I look at Amy.

	"Brothers," I glare at his retreating back. "Always gotta scare the
younger brother."

	"Is he your brother?" Amy asks me. "Adam, I mean."

	"Yup!" I answer. "He gained custody of me after our parents died,
and even signed up to be a foster dad, which is how little Joey here came
into our care."

	I locate the underwear, which is supposedly really comfortable,
even though it's, like, twenty-five dollars for two pairs of it in both
kids' and adults', and buy five packs of it

	Adam said to not spend it all, and he gave me a limit of five items
in addition to what I've already selected. He never said how much was on
it, and I don't think I could come close to that with his restrictions.

	At the checkout, the lady is kind of rude to me. She's not a
pleasant person.

	"This," I look at Joey when I notice her flip her light to flashing
as she scans things, setting one item to the side, an item I know has a tag
and that she didn't try to scan, but did hide the tag on. "Is what we call
a 'standard-issue retail bitch'. They're mean, nasty, and cruel, and
generally despise customers, especially children. The worst customers, in
their eyes, are unattended children, because our very existence is to
simply harass them and waste their time," I finish my explanation as a tall
man approaches us. "Hello, sir! Are you a manager?"

	"I'm the store manager," he answers. "Did you need something?"

	"Yes," I say. "Alexis here has been quite rude to me and my little
brother. See, he's a foster kid we just got yesterday, and we finally got
him to calm down today, and he doesn't have any clothes, so we came out
here to get him some. My brother's waiting out in the car - or should be,
if he listened - while we get clothes, as Joey here doesn't like having too
many people around him at a time, hence him clutching my leg like he is. I
don't appreciate a cashier asking me if I'm able to afford this, or if my
parents are presents. Yes, I'm aware it's over two hundred dollars, and no,
my parents aren't present - they're in Lakeview Memorial Cemetery. That's
an insensitive question, and I do not believe it's even allowed for a
cashier to treat a customer this way

	"And ma'am," I look back at her. "That shirt had a tag when I put
it on the counter, I know you hid it so that you had an excuse to talk to
someone one-on-one. I'm not an idiot. I have an IQ that's literally off the
charts, and have started taking online courses at a college while also in
middle school. I'm set to graduate the former around the same time I
graduate the latter, thus skipping the need for high school entirely.

	"So," I look back at the manager, taking note of his name, just in
case. "I'd like to pay for this. My brother's waiting out in the car, and
he gave me his card to use to pay, so yes, I can pay for it. If you look at
the clothes, they're in the size of Joey. The only thing that isn't is the
underwear I got for me, though I did get Joey some socks and underwear,
too. And I sent Adam out to the car because it's a bit embarrassing to buy
underwear, and I didn't want Adam to see it. I need more, since I've grown
a little bit over the last few months."

	The manager has her finish ringing me up, watching as she does, and
when she does, I put the card in the reader. When it pops up asking for a
PIN, I realize that Adam gave me his debit card. I bet the woman feels as
triumphant as she looks when I'm momentarily stunned by the revelation,
though she probably thinks it's stumping me. I thought Adam gave me his
credit card. He doesn't trust me that much, apparently.

	"You do realize," I look at her, knowing she's avoiding saying
something because of the manager's presence. "That I could just hit 'Enter'
and run it as credit, right? The screen tells me how. And if I'd swiped,
I'd probably just need to hit 'Cancel' instead. And I was really just
taking a moment to remember his PIN. There's so much stuff crammed up in my
head, it sometimes rearranges itself, and I have to sort through it to find
what I'm looking for."

	I punch in the PIN, then tell it I don't want cash back, then
remove the card, and take my receipt, making sure to inform her I'll do the
survey, thank the manager, grab my bags, and leave.

	"You sure took your time," Adam says. "What did you get?"

	"Secret," I tell him. "Anyway, let's head home. I'm hungry, and we
need to get Joey's new clothes in the wash. While we're waiting, I'm going
to teach Joey more violin and dance."

~~END OF CHAPTER 7~~

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	NEWS TIME! Those who have been talking with me or reading the
afterwords, you'll know that I have a HUGE project I've been working on. IT
WILL BE GOING LIVE WITHIN A WEEK! Let me know if you want details – it
will span around 200 chapters or so, with chapters being, at minimum, 6.5K
words each, and have twice-monthly postings. It is NOT a story for this
site, and will not be on Nifty!
	Anyone who responds will be given the pre-release details on
it. Again – it's planned to have over 200 chapters, and have between
6.5K and 10K words per chapter (though if you know me, you know I'll
probably start exceeding that upper limit, as my chapters end up getting
longer and longer over time). That is the equivalent of 20 books or so.

	Thanks for reading, and look forward to Chapter 8!