Chapter 2

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"Prepare to die" I utter in my most threatening of tones.

"Watch your back kid, in case you have forgotten I currently hold the high score" Ty hisses back at me, an evil smirk sprawled out across his smug face.

Suddenly my TV screen dances to life as a girl, who I am assuming is suppose to be Beyonce, comes waltzing out onto the stage and music begins to play. In case your are wondering, we are playing Dance Dance Legend on my WII, and today I will be victorious. Yes, Ty and I do take our weekly Dance Dance Legend dance off very seriously, but growing up with a demented pervert for a best friend does things to you.

"All the single ladies, all the single ladies!" the faceless character on screen begins to clap along to Beyonce's legendary song. Ty and I mimic her movements. The song continues, and after the last line of "All the single ladies" there is a brief pause.

"You realize she is talking to you, right?" Ty growls in a humorous tone. Oh. No. He. Didn't.

"That's it! Prepare to have your buttocks kicked from here to Spain, Tyler Laurence Dawson!" I holler, rage flooding my face. It was that moment I realized I had said his middle name out loud. Last time I dare utter the name that-shall-not-be-said he dropped be off a bridge and into a freezing lake. OK, it wasn't a very high bridge but the water was cold.

At that moment the song starts up and we begin to flail our arms and wiggle our legs in attempt to keep up with the sleek and funky dancer on screen. Let it be said that she defiantly knows how to boogie! My god... I am never going to say that again.....EVER!

The song continues on until we are both sweating like insane.

"Give up, Levi!" Ty pants, as his knees begin to shake.

"Never!" I gasp. For an athlete and a for-fun runner we are both out of shape!

The song begins to come to a close and we are literally neck and neck in a matter of points. The last move is a 'Legend Move' which gives you double the amount of points if you nail it properly. Our hands are currently above our heads in an X formation and as Beyonce belts out her last "oh!" we both move them downwards and back up with a snap.

The screen flashes as it announces that I nailed the point while Ty was off by three thirds of a second! I begin to jump around the room, a victory song playing in the background as the game totals our points.

"Who is the winner now? Oh yeah, that would be me!" I scream, a smile working its way onto my face. Ty collapses onto my giant leather couch that takes up much of, what my mothers likes to call it, our 'open concept' basement. I too fell, my legs give way and I collapse backwards, kicking my legs up so they rested on his lap.

"Ty?" I ask quietly.

"Yeah, Mone?" he says back, his voice projecting just how exhausted he is.

"I just kicked your ass".

"I think you mean buttocks" he corrected with a weak smile and a sly wink.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against the arm rest on our red leather couch. We just lay there, motionless for what seemed like forever. When I finally gathered up enough strength I lifted my head and attempted to sit up. That's when I realized Ty had fallen asleep.

I briefly glanced around my 'open concept' basement and smiled to myself. The room was shape to be rectangular. When you walk down the stairs of my three level house the first thing you see is along to the left which is our row of table games. After three weeks of arguing, my parents finally managed to settle on a ping pong table, a hockey pool table, and a foose ball table. In the center of the room is a very expensive looking poker table. Closet to the door, on an angel, is our infamous red leather couch. In the corner, facing the couch is our costume designed entertainment center which consists of a flat screen TV, WII console, and our newly purchased XBox 360.

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⏰ Last updated: May 02, 2012 ⏰

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