Nintendo Boxers Novels & Stories

Lillian sat on the couch watching him. Justin moved closer to the box. "If this is another thing.” “It is not," Alex said. Justin looked at him. "That sounded defensive.” “It sounded truthful," Alex said. Justin pulled the ribbon loose. For a second he just stared inside the box. Lillian saw the moment he realized what it was. His eyes widened, “No way," he whispered. Inside the box was the gaming console he had been talking about for a year. Justin had researched it a lot. He had compared graphics. He had talked about memory storage during dinner for twenty minutes.

-Tomorrow my boy fights and I want you to go see him and tell me what you think- he says as I approach him once I'm off the treadmill. -And why do I have to go, I mean, my opinion is no big deal- I say with a shrug. - You have the blood of a Walker in your veins and you know a lot about boxing, since you were a little girl- he answers confidently. -All right, then send me the address and the time of the fight so I don't forget, what's his name- I ask. -The devil Cambell - he answers smiling. -Okay, as you say- I make a gesture of indifference.

A felt-lined box of tarnished silverware and stacks of dusty board games. That wasn’t all. There were action figures, Legos, Lincoln Logs, and the ubiquitous Magic Eight Ball, which answered every question with: Ask Again Later. An old Nintendo Gameboy, and a Texas Instruments word processor. A pleather cowboy gun-belt. Wax Calavera skulls for the Day of the Dead. A Nikon digital camera, in decent shape. Rusty old tools. Tins full of assorted colored beads, marbles, rubber bands, and, oddly enough, a basket full of used cell phones. But nothing interested him until a black shimmer caught his eye among rows of dented matchbox cars and piles of jacks.

Denzel was right about them being limited edition and they cost a lot more than I imagined. “Who wears such expensive boxers? They might as well be made of gold.” I curse mentally. The boxers are all sold out. Just why did it have to be the one I got my period blood on? Guess the manufacturers didn’t expect that when they tailored his golden boxer. I’ve been avoiding Denzel since yesterday, fearing that he may ask for his boxers back. And how should I compensate him if he does? A knock comes at the door. “Naomi?”

Nathan eyed it suspiciously when he sat down at the table to eat, and it was right next to his plate. “What’s this?” he poked the box like it'd suddenly grow fangs and bite him. “Open it,” Donald said,a smile on his face. "Why should I do that?" His eyes moved from the box to Donald's face. Eloise, who was dying to see his reaction when he saw it spoke up. "Just open the god-damned box, have a look and stop asking way too many questions." Nathan glared at her then reached down to the box. He tore the ribbon and lifted the lid. His eyes went wide. “A PS5?” He slowly picked it up. "No way."

"You've got to be serious!" "I am." He admitted. I opened the second box to find a third. Then I opened the third to find another smaller one inside. I threw the torn gift wrappers on his laughing face, and they all cracked up. Finally, I'd reached the sixth box which was the smallest. Inside was Louis Vuitton scarf that was perfectly folded to look like a flower. "It must be really expensive," I said. Ezra waved his hand. "Don't worry about it. I got it from the China Market at a really good bargain. The lady gave me fifty percent off."