high society !

rex has a hot mom and the coolest grandpa ever

it was quite the special day in ballstown; the sky was clear and bright, and the air not cold, nor unbearably hot. the boys were going to be meeting up at rex’s place. they’d actually never been to his house, or even met his parents, so they weren’t really sure what to expect. zee, mitch, and d-ray were walking there together.
“so, do you think rex gets it from his mom or his dad?” d-ray said with a smirk. zee raised his thick eyebrows. “gets what?”
“his… yknow. inability to get bitches.”
“well considering the fact that his parents yknow… made him, probably neither.” said mitch with a shrug.
“maybe it’s a recessive trait!”
“nerd.”
“i think this is the street.” mitch pointed to his right, toward a green street sign marked “carriage glen”
as the boys walked through the neighborhood, they began to draw conclusions.
“holy shit. rex’s family is well off.”
all of the houses were quite large, and fancy. two story buildings with stone exteriors and large yards and nicely trimmed gardens. the kind of houses that you just knew handed out big chocolate bars on halloween. (the kind of houses d-ray knew he would love to toilet paper on halloween)
“i think it’s 7031, right?”
the boys walked up to the door of one of the large houses.
though none of them wanted to admit it, it was a little bit intimidating. whoever rex’s parents were, were loaded. rich people were scary.
d-ray found the situation particularly uncomfortable, as with wealth comes authority, which he loathed.
the door knocker was this ugly looking goblin thing, with the ring in its nose being the handle. after a moment of hesitation, mitch gave it three knocks, and waited.
the pair who answered were far from what they’d expected.
both were incredibly tall with blonde hair and blue eyes, much like their son. the man wore a pair of khaki shorts with a button up shirt and sandals, while the woman— who d-ray seemed to take a liking to— was dressed in a long skirt and a nice blouse. her wispy blonde hair was pulled back from her round face with head scarf.
“well, he definitely doesn’t get it from his mom.” d-ray whispered to the other two.
“hallo!” the woman said with a twinkle.
“are you all friends of reginald’s?”
d-ray snorted— what a funny name!
“yeah!” zee grinned widely.
“you all have a nice place!”
“thank you!” said rex’s father.
the parents welcomed the three boys inside, and mrs. van fischer called for her son in a delightful tone.
“reggie! you have friends!”
the blonde hurried down the stairs, hair bouncing as he went. his mom wrapped an arm around his shoulder; she was tall, but still not quite as tall as her son.
“your grandparents have flown over, remember? they said they want to take you out on the water—“
“oh! i’d forgotten”
“i’m sure it’s fine!” his mother replied, keeping her smile.
“i’m sure opa can get a large enough boat for all of you!”
“i love sailing, mrs. van fischer!” d-ray spoke up, despite the fact that he hadn’t set foot on a boat in years, and just being eager to start conversation with rex’s mom.
“you are a good boy!” she replied. a light pink tint flushed the ragamuffin’s cheeks at the compliment.
the other four basically had to drag d-ray away from the mother.
the spent some time in rex’s bedroom for a while, before there was a commotion downstairs signaling the arrival of the visitors.
rex scrambled to his feet and made a beeline down out of his room to greet his grandparents.  his friends followed suite.
“reggie! you’ve gotten so tall!”
rex was in his grandparents’ arms before his friends had even gotten downstairs.
“it’s been years, boy!” said his grandpa, ruffling his hair.
“i’ve missed you oma, opa!”
“are these your friends?” his grandmother asked as she took notice to the other three teenaged boys in the room.
“yes! this is zee, mitch, and d-ray.”
“my! are they coming sailing with us?” asked the grandfather.
“yes!” rex’s mom interrupted.
“d-ray actually loves sailing, he will make a great member for your crew!” they shared a laugh.
“i’ve brought chocolates.” said the grandmother, reaching into her bag and pulling out several nicely wrapped pieces of candy and offering them to the boys.
they all popped a piece into their mouths, eyes widening at the flavor. it was easily the best chocolate they’d ever tasted.
“we’ve rented a nice van for the next few weeks we’re here, there should be enough room for the five of us!” rex’s grandpa spoke.
“oma’s staying here, to help cook dinner, i figure’d better get these boys on the boat before the sun goes down!” he laughed.
the boys gathered into the van, after helping rex’s grandparents unload it, and soon enough they were on their way to piddlewink lake— a lake that was absolutely massive.
opa walked up the small booth near the port to get a boat, while the boys stood to the side. rex looked nervous and d-ray looked bored.
“why do you look so grumpy, d?” mitch asked, eyebrow raised. “you said you loved sailing”
“i’ve never been on a boat before, hell if i know!”
“so you lied?!”
“look, man. mrs van fischer is hot. i was just making conversation—“
d-ray, please don’t try to sleep with my mom.”
they shushed eachother and ceased the conversation as opa walked back over to them.
“this way, boys, i’ve got us a sailer. we’ve got her for the next four hours! reggie boy, you come from a long, long line of zeemen—“
he was cut off by d-ray holding back laughter. mitch punched him in the side and he quickly regained composure.
“today you’re going to show your opa that you’re one of us.”
and with that overly dramatic speech and some other wise words about whatever this weird sailor right of passage his family had, the man lead the four younger boys onto the boat, and the wind pushed it further out into the water.
it wasn’t a very big sailboat, but there were five fishing poles lined up for the boys, and it rocked gently across the water’s surface.
zee peered over the edge of the boat as he watched the shore disappear further away into the distance. he stood on his tiptoes to lean over the edge of the boat, watching a school of sparkling fish swim beneath the water.
from the bag he’d been carrying, opa pulled a tackle box, and two sailor’s hat, one of which he put on rex’s head.
“there, boy! you can be me first mate!” he patted his back roughly, which caused the thin boy to step forward to regain his balance.
d-ray and mitch stood together near the fishing poles and the tackle box— the latter seemed to be the aching the former how to bait a hook.
“so you take the worm and put it on like this—“
“will you give me five dolla if i eat the worm”
“no.”
“you’re lame.”
“well i bet i can catch more fish than you today.”
“ok bet.”
the two boys baited their hooks and casted their lines, and zee still stood leaning over the boat to get a better look at the strange fishes.  
rex stood in silence. he was starting to hate the feeling of being out on the water.
it was all too nerve racking for the fragile boy— the idea of being out in the middle of nowhere, how deep it had to be and what kind of creatures could be underneath the depths… the horizon was so far away. the sound of the water were harsh on his ears and perhaps the worst of all was the way the boat rocked beneath him. he hated that feeling.
it didn’t take long before the discomfort turned into a tremor in his legs that soon became unbearable nausea, and he wobbled over to the edge of the boat to sit down, hoping it’d help.
“holy shit!” d-ray yelled as he felt a pull on the line.
he jerked the pole around a while before finally reeling in a bare hook. the worm had been pulled off and the fish had escaped.
“aw, damn!”
mitch laughed as he successfully reeled in a fish of his own.
“guys! look at this beaut!”
he held the fish up to show the clearly peeved brunette, and zee came running over. rex stood up and followed suit, slowly, stink not used to being on the boat.
“can i name it? i’m naming it ringo starr.”
“nice catch!” the old man smiled proudly.
“looks like a trout. not quite big enough to eat but we’re not taking fish home today so it’s okay.”
“can we stay for dinner?” zee piped up.
“of course, boy!” he patted zee in the head.
“how does that sound, reggie? dinner tastes better with family and friends!”
dinner was apparently not what rex wanted to discuss, as he made clear by leaning over the nearest edge of the boat to hurl.
mitch and d-ray groaned and backed away, with opa stepping forward to handle the situation. he patted the thin boy’s back and helped him to sit down once he’d finished.
“are you gonna be fine for the rest of the ride? the concerned grandfather asked the boy, offering him a bottle of water to sip on.
“should we dock up for the day.”
“no, opa. im sure i’ll get used to it, besides you’ve already paid for the four hours and i’m not going to ruin it for you and the boys.”
“if you say so, but if you change your mind you can tell me, you know i hate to see you ill. i’m going to go fish off the starboard now, alright?”
the older man left and as soon as he was gone, the other three boys joined rex on the floor.
“wow.” mitch laughed a little in attempt to lighten the mood.
“never knew you got seasick so easy. especially since your whole family’s sailors.”
“yeah. it’s embarrassing! i feel like the family disappointment!“
“now, don’t say that! you make it sound like your fault!” zee touched his arm.
“hey guys, you know what helps with a stomachache, probably?” d-ray raised his eyebrows.
“cmon man, we’re not gonna get high on a boat, you’re crazy.”
“no, he’s got a point.” zee piped up from his spot beside rex.
“it actually helps.”
mitch sighed.
“his grandpa’s gonna catch u
“he won’t! he probably can’t even smell it and if he does we can probably just make something up.”
d-ray pulled an already rolled joint and a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and handed it to rex.
they passed it back and forth a bit, but didn’t get far before opa stood before them, hands on his hips.
“what’s that smell?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“uh… must’ve been rex?” d-ray laughed.
“his stomach still doesn’t feel good, we should probably head back, whew, he’s really stinking the joint up, man, good grief!”
“nice try, boys. i’ve been to every coffee shop in amsterdam and i’ve grown hash plants for more years than you boys have been alive. i know that smell anywhere. where do you think we get our money?”