𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚖 𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 (Complete)

𝙰 '𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢' 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰 𝚁𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝

I'm sitting with my notebook open on my lap and my pencil tapping on my lip when Lucas barges into my bedroom screaming, "I got my strand of hair back!"

He leaves the door wide open as he rushes to sit beside me on my large beanbag.

"Well, strands," he says after he catches his breath. "I guess they got more than one."

"Hello to you too, weirdo," I reply curtly.

"What are you doing?" he asks, gesturing to my notebook.

I pull it away from his grabby hands and hold it to my chest. "Nothing," I say.

"You sure? Because it looks like—"

"I think I would know if I was doing something," I return.

"Okay, let's start over."

"Why?"

"Hey! How are you doing?"

I look at him curiously until something in my mind clicks. "Well, I'm doing just fine." I pause, giving him a lazy look before finishing, "I lied. I'm dying inside."

"You are?"

He suddenly looks genuinely worried, and he's about to hug me when I push him away and say, "No, you dummy, it's a vine. I thought you were some sort of meme king."

"I am," he replies, letting his arms fall down beside him.

"It seems as though I am more diverse in the knowledge of memes. You gotta up your game, pretty boy."

"I am diverse!" he insists, rising to his feet to defend himself. "I just don't learn the depressing ones."

Ｍｅｍｅｓ

A𝐧 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚, 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞.

Ｍｅｍｅｓ

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬

"Then I challenge you to a meme off."

"A meme off?"

"You know, like a—"

"Friendly competition? Between friends?"

I blink a few times before finally nodding.

The way he said 'friends' had me a bit confused. Didn't he want to be friends? So then why did he seem so disappointed when I agreed?

"Stop!" I say suddenly.

His eyes finally flash to mine. "What? Stop what?" Then he looks around curiously.

"I could've dropped my croissant."

And the competition has begun.

"Well hello Mr. Kitty," Lucas says in reply.

I adjust into a competitive stance and shoot back, "Welcome to T-T-T-T-T-T-Target!"