Billy and Max get a clubhouse.
Billy and Max climbed the stairs, one behind the other, for they were narrow with only one railing. Billy slid open the door at the top and stepped in. Max soon followed.
“Wow, this is so cool!” he said as he looked around.
“Yep, I did a lot myself!” Billy told him proudly.
“Let’s empty our backpacks and set it up just how we want it!”
“Okay, but I’m going to close the door,” Billy said.
Sliding it back across, he lowered a heavy bar into brackets on each side of the door.
“What are you doing?” Max asked curiously.
“Locking up. This is only for us. No trespassers.”
“You mean like girls?”
“Like who?” Max wanted to know.
“Like Random Riders.”
“Didn’t you hear? Randy and Dominic started a gang. They’re looking for a clubhouse. But it won’t be this one!”
A loud pounding and the sounds of kicking came on the door.
Max started over to open it.
“Don’t let them in!”
Max backed off. In minutes, the two boys began to smell burning.
“Hey, you hooligans! What are you doing on my property! Git home or I’m gonna call your grandmas,” they heard a woman shout.
There was the sound of heavier footsteps then the swish of water.
“Hey, you boys all right?” asked the voice.
“Yes, thanks to you, GG!" Billy called and opened the door.
The older woman hugged both boys and stood them back to look at them.
“That was a close one! They were trying to burn you out!” Billy’s grandmother said.
“What if they come back?”
“They won’t. You see I’ve known their grandmas since I was your age. They’re what people call old school. Those boys won’t be sitting down for at least a week of grounding.”