iOMG SeddieiOMGiOMG Seddie4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
"Alright!" Carly shouts. She's arranging another arm wrestling contest. "Here we go!"
Fredweird pulls out two chairs, placing one on either side of a table. I step forward, readying myself for the match. "Ok, Benson, let's do this thing." I say with my usual attitude.
"Just a sec," he says, flinging his jacket away and rolling up his short sleeves, showing off his new rippling muscles. I hear "oo"s and "ya"s from our small audience. I simply roll my eyes. He knows he's going to lose so why make a show of it? He very audibly cracks his neck.
"I'm getting bored!" I complain falsely in a sing-song voice.
"Sit down boy." Carly states, pointing at him. He sits, propping his elbow up on the table. I raise my hand to meet his, forcing my heart to ignore the slight flutter. "You ready?" Carly asks, putting her hand on top our entwined ones.
"Ready." Feddork says with confidence. Ugh, what a tease.
"You ready?" Carly says again.
"Call it." I nod.