Basketcase

Pants

Chapter Eight

"Beat you by a 120 this time," I informed, huffing out a leading heavy breath. "Are you even trying anymore?" I sighed.

"What do you mean 'this time'?" she said, her actions reflecting her tone, "This is the first time you beat me!"

"What?!" I questioned furiably, "this is the third time in a row I have beaten you by at least one hundred," I reminded her, continuing to flick through the playlist of songs accompanied with dance.

"Okay Rye, I have a new challenge," she informed, settling down on the boarded flooring in her bedroom back in Canada. Behind her; all her up to date posters and  top rank was in clear view of the camera right above her bed; those five boys fit as a centre piece. I guess those guys really are that popular. "We are going to dance and sing at the same time!" she proposed with extreme enthusiasm, laughing softly to her own idea as she jumped up.

"I still have my cold," I smiled, coughing slightly to the image, "I sound like a man, if you can hear straight."

She mirrored my smile, lifting her arm and pointing through the screen. "Go check your front pocket," she said. I turned back, eyeing my filled back pack, stepping to it. "There are some Rocaleta's candies you can have for now," she explained.

"Rocaleta's," I repeated, lifting the material; magnetized button; flap and opening it. I pulled the packet of candies, Spanish words filling the front and back of the package. I opened the bag, inspecting the tiny red balls before popping it into my mouth. "What are theezz-" I cut, spitting the devilishly spicy taste from my mouth. "What is this?" I questioned, lifting my head towards her.

She smiled greedily, laughing evilly towards my grief, "It's for your throat," she laughed, "Don't worry, I'm not trying to intentionally poison you." She smile softened, "The spiciness of the candy will heat up your temperature and melt away the mucus er...ah something like that."

"Gah," I breathed in disgust, "Fine," I surrendered, "But only this once," I informed.

Taking another torturous drop, I allowed it soak for more than a few second before ingesting the remains and swallowing the everlasting spicy saliva. The aching itch ceased to linger and the clog in my sinuses cleared, "Wow Marz, your actually right," I admitted willingly.

I picked up another ball, wincing before I placed it in my mouth. I bit back my tongue at first before lightening my tensity. "Now Rye," she said, I eyed her through the camera, "First off, no choking while singing. And second, I want this recorded, so press that red button in the left corner so I can listen to this later."

"It's almost impossible to completely prevent myself from choking," I said, highlighting the video image in the corner and clicking.

"I want you to sing one from my library," she smiled joyously, skipping giddily in place. "Okay, ready!" she asked, dropping the remote as the music began to play.

Cow bells? Did she pick some kind of Country song? My eyes scanned the lyrics as they came onto the screen and then the action repeated for the next few seconds.

"You're insecure,

Don't know what for.

You're turning heads when you walk through the door."

I switched dance movements, taking a quick glance to the corner, seeing Marissa mirror my actions.

"Don't need make up,

To cover up.

Being the way that you are is enough!

Everyone else in the room can see it,