F R I S B E E

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"What's taking Adam so long?" I whined at Hoopes, who was looking intently at his phone. He shrugged and mumbled something and I whined. 

"But I wanna play fRISBEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Hoopes agreed to coming over to watch the game of Frisbee, but refused to play.

Emily wouldn't play either; she just dragged the entire bed outside and fell back asleep. What was the point of marrying if my own wife won't play Frisbee with me? Just then, I heard the sound of a car coming up the street. I gasped...could it be? I turned around so fast I accidentally threw Hoopes off balance and he fell. A car turned into my driveway. 

"FRISBEEEE!" I screamed, running over to greet Adam.

I hadn't always been addicted to Frisbee. In fact, I had hated it for a majority of my life. But in 2009, when my fiancée dumped me, my best friend Hoopes took me to the park for a game of Frisbee to talk things over and distract me. We began playing Frisbee frequently, and soon it became a hobby, then obsession, then a full blown addiction. If I avoided Frisbee for more than five hours I would go into cardiac arrest. The doctors consider me a phenomenon, hundreds of scientists have lined up to study me, but nobody can seem to figure out why my body reacts the way it does to Frisbee. I don't really care. It doesn't usually affect my day to day life-unless I'm on tour. Which is why I've been trying to avoid putting out Air For Free as long as I could. Obviously I had to release it eventually though, and the steadily approaching tour has been keeping me up at night. That and the urge to play Frisbee.

Adam climbed out of the car, his girlfriend, Abbey, clinging to his arm as if her life depended on it completely. I groaned. I had the feeling she'd be coming, but I was still disappointed to see her. I'm still not exactly sure why Adam stays with her. She's terrible. And she always makes me lose! I'm in the book of world records for winning almost every game of Frisbee I play-with the exception of games with Adam. Adam isn't exactly the best Frisbee player, especially since he almost never leaves his house, but Abbey always threatens to tie me to a chair so that I can't play Frisbee if I don't let Adam win. Once, she actually did it. I almost died, but luckily Emily came along and found me. 

"Hi Matt." Adam said, forcing a smile. His eyes screamed 'HELP ME'. 

"It's a pleasure to see you, Matt!" Abbey exclaimed in a sickly sweet voice. 

"Sooo, a game of frisbee? I just know Adam will win." She smiles a painfully big smile. I nod reluctantly.

 "Y-yeah. Adam's such a great Frisbee player." I mutter. 

"I KNOW RIGHT, ISN'T HE? MY ADAM-WADAM IS SUCH A GREAT FRISBEE PLAYER, AREN'T YOU, ADDY YOUNY?" she cooed, pinching Adam's cheek. 

Adam flinched.

 "Thanks." He shuddered. "So, why don't we go outback and begin the game?" I suggested. Adam nodded gratefully, but Abbey cleared her throat. She lifted the baby pink ball gown that she was wearing just enough to reveal her three foot tall high heels.

 "I can't walk through grass in heels. Carry me." She said to Adam. Adam huffed and bent his knees. He scooped her into his arms and she squealed gleefully.

 "AWWW OWLY CALLY YOU'RE SUCH A SWEETHEART!!!" she planted a kiss on his cheek and I turned away, disgusted. Hopefully he'd come to his senses eventually and dump her.