(Pic isn't mein :P Gil looks so confluffled)
'He didn't just—no. He didn't say what I think he just said.' Gilbert stared at the scrawny, nerdy toddler in front of him and asked, sounding quite scandalized, "You what?" Whoops, actually they both said that.

They both fell into a horribly awkward silence that seemed to eat them alive. Al coughed nervously, "I, uhh...I wanna join the team...period, question mark...?"

'Holy crap, he did.' Gil stared, dumbfounded. This teenaged toddler—this absolute nerd—seriously thought he had the skill and athleticism to make it on the football team? That was adorable. This kid was adorable. Forgetting entirely what he had just told Al, Gil burst into an unrelenting for of laughter.

Al's ears flushed bright red, "H-Hey!"

The albino's snickering diminished only slightly to allow him to say, "Oh. My. God. You think a nerd like you could make it big with athletes like them? That's hilarious. Like, that's really freaking hilarious. Oh my god."

Al stamped his foot indignantly, "At least I didn't get kicked off the team! How did that even happen?"

That was when Gil's laughter truly ceased and the silence fell over them again. He coughed, "I don't have to tell you anything."

Al picked up his book on astronomy, which was large as all hell. "I have a book and I'm not afraid to use it."

Gil smirked cockily, "Oh yeah? That's an empty threat. You wouldn't really—Ow!" Al hit him hard on the head with the book, a smirk on his face as well.

"Sticks and stones may break your bones, but I'm a nerd with a god complex and an attitude, and I have a book, so frick you. Your argument is invalid." He lowered the book. "Tell me."

Gil took a step back and held his head high, "Not. A. Chance." He kept his confident poise until Al stepped forward with the book and Gilbert shrieked in terror.

"You wanna go, you white frick?" Al seemed to really be enjoying himself. Gil held up his hands in surrender.

"Okay, okay, you win!" he sighed and lowered his hands. Al slowly and apprehensively lowered the book. Gil took a deep breath. He didn't trust Al, but then again, there was the threat of his book. "But I'm still just as awesome as before—" he heard Al mutter, "Soooo...not that awesome," and scowled, but continued. "I failed a class, okay? Ya happy? Ya gonna tell everyone how stupid I am?"

Al's eyes widened, "Oh. So that's...oh...Nah, dude. People already don't like me, and it wouldn't do me any good to go around spreading rumors about you...I just get to hit you with my book for being stupid."

Gil took a few steps back, yelping, "Wait, no, don't hurt me!" Damn, for being he most ruthless football player, he was kinda soft.

Al grinned and snickered, looking from Gil to the book in his hands, "The power of Christ compels you!"

Any apprehension on Gil's face melted away at this and he grinned, falling dramatically to the ground, "Oh no! Satan, help me! God hath struck me with his mighty fury!"

Al nearly dropped his book in laughter, "Begone, ye hellish fiend!"

"Never!" Gil exclaimed, jumping to his feet.

Gil never thought he'd be friends with this toddler, but maybe...

Al raised the book higher, "I rebuke thee, demon!"

'Just maybe.'

Haha Sundays are weird. :)
I just sat down and wrote this and was like "Should I check to make sure it's any good" and then I was like "nah" so have fun reading this bullcrap ;p

Bonus:

Al opened the book, "The FitnessGram™ Pacer Test is a multistage aerobic capacity test that progressively gets more difficult as it continues. The 20 meter pacer test will begin in 30 seconds. Line up at the start. The running speed starts slowly, but gets faster each minute after you hear this signal. [beep] A single lap should be completed each time you hear this sound. [ding] Remember to run in a straight line, and run as long as possible. The second time you fail to complete a lap before the sound, your test is over. The test will begin on the word start. On your mark, get ready, start."

Gil nearly fell over laughing, "Oh my god, is that your version of an exorcism? How the heck did you even memorize that?"

Al grinned, "I am a god, Gilbert. You will bow before me."

And Gil did bow, dramatically and sloppily, a cheeky grin still adorning his pale face.

Just maybe. Because ya know what? Al was a god. A nerdy, jocky, weird-as-all-hecking-would-allow god.