~Kevin P.O.V.~
It was a freezing cold December morning. We're waiting for the school bus. And by we I mean Me, Clyde, Craig, and Token. Only a few more minutes and the bus will be here. Just a little longer...
I glance over at Clyde, who was chatting with Craig about something. He looked... hesitant? About what?
Token was actually listening in; so I suddenly hear "Do it! Do it! Do it!"
'Do it?' Do what?
I would soon find out.
I heard a, "Tada!"
I shuffled closer to see Clyde with his tongue on the Bus Stop pole.
Craig and Token were laughing their asses off.
"You actually did it, haha! You might get that $10 tomorrow!" Craig said while leaning over, holding his side laughing.
"Tomorrow?! What about today?!" Clyde said with his tongue still stuck to the pole. Token turned slightly to see the bus coming our way. Clyde pulled his head from the pole but... Oh god, it wouldn't budge. He pulled with a little more force, but to no avail. His tongue was thourougly stuck on there.
"Guys! Help me!" Clyde said in panic. Craig gave a pull, but it wouldn't budge.
"Get in kids, now!" We all heard Ms. Crab tree loudly yell at us from her place in the drivers seat. Craig gave Clyde a pat on the back.
"Sorry buddy, gotta go, otherwise mom'll kill me! Good luck!" He called from the bus entrance; Token tailing behind him, leaving Clyde a short wave as the two boarded the school bus.
Clyde slumped as he made more of an effort to unstick himself from the icy pole. I glanced over to see Ms. Crabtree staring at me. "Get in kid!" She yelled.
I watched as Clyde's efforts were deemed useless. I'm the only one here so, I've got to help him. Dad might get mad but oh well, school be damned.
"I'm not going today." I say rather bravely to the haggard looking bus driver. She closes the door and drives off.
Clyde finally notices me and his eyebrows rise a bit.
"Did ya stay to help me?"
"Yeah. It doesn't seem like anyone will be coming around here for a while so it's the least I can do."
He looks at me thankfully. He's probably embarrassed though, with his tongue stuck to a pole and all. Though it is pretty hilarious.
"Pfft ha..." I quietly mutter.
He whips his eyes towards me.
"What was that?"
"Ha.. Um, nothing!"
"Oh now don't you laugh too! Come on dude!"
"Pfft hahaha why'd you even do it?"
"Well, Craig said he would give me 10 bucks if I did..."
"And you believed him?"
"Well not anymore... Argh, just help me get unstuck from this damn pole!"
"Ok ok!" I put my hands up in defense. I pull my backpack around to my front and open it. I shuffle through it looking for something that I could possibly use to pry him off the pole.
Chapstick? Nope
Old gum rapper? Nada.
Nintendo DS? Definitely not.
What's this? A math folder? Perhaps...
I pulled it out, straightening it up a bit before pressing it into the crease between Clyde's tongue and the pole. I pushed with all my might to try and loosen it up, but to no avail.
