scream cause it's been a while hehehehehe
Dan POV:
Going through my old boxes of crap is incredibly boring, yet nostalgic. I usually end up finding something from roughly 10 years ago and entertain myself for a half hour until I remember why exactly I am sitting in a pile of binders messing with an iPod shuffle. I've had the pleasure of Kyle accompanying me in this heap of trash located in the depths on my parent's attic.
"Oh my god! Board games!" Kyle exclaims, drowning out the reckless serenade of Arctic Monkeys in the background.
"I guarantee that I can beat you in any game you find in this box." I propose, kicking the side of said box labeled "Dan's shit."
"Bet?" Kyle challenges, rifling through colorful boxes.
"Well, with the exception of-" I start
"Hedbanz! Kyle exclaims, pulling an oddly familiar red box out of it's snug location ensconced beneath UpWords.
"Hedbanz..." I finish my sentence.
Kyle and I lock eyes. Both of us challenge the other to insist on having their way with hedbanz. I dare you Kyle Simmons. I fucking dare you.
"So... are we gonna play it or are you being a baby?" Kyle asks, taunting.
"Challenge accepted." I reply, briskly shaking his hand. "But we must add another element of challenge to the game."
"Oh dear." Kyle says, appearing worried.
"We may not use any predictable questions." I propose. "No 'am I alive' or any of that shit. We must use something to the effect of 'could I be used as a murder weapon?'"
"Game on, loser." Kyle says, cracking his knuckles dramatically. "I'll make it more interesting and say let's make it sudden death."
"You're on, sister."
As we set up our game, I think about how we've just thrown the planned afternoon of reclaiming useful items completely out the window.
I lock my eyes with Kyle's mocha ones as I put on the card above my headband. Kyle laughs uncontrollably.
"This should be interesting." Kyle claims as he puts on his headband. His card reads 'moon'.
"You go first." Kyle says. I flip the timer.
"Am I something a mother would be worried about if it was in the possession of her teenage son?" I ask.
"She'd be confused and worried in well, uh certain context." Kyle replies.
"Am I able to be found in any of our music videos?" I ask.
Kyle laughs very hard. "Correct!"
With this, I know it's probably something iconic and funny. "Is it my face?"
"Nope."
"Is it something that could be used as a sex toy?"
"Yes."
"AM I A BANANA?" I scream at the top of my lungs while flailing my arms. I knock over a small stack of jumpers.
"Point Dan!" Kyle exclaims gleefully. Has he forgotten this is a competition?
Kyle flips the timer and starts firing questions right off the bat. "Am I featured in commercials?"
"Some? You're not a product, at the moment."
"At the moment?" Kyle shakes his head. "Would I be in a home security commercial?"
"Possibly."
"Am I easily flammable if left unattended?"
"Thankfully not."
"Am I able to kill a man?"
"I would like to see that, but no."
"Am i in any children's movies?"
"Yeah. Intro of a lot." Crap! I shouldn't give hints.
"Am i a mountain?"
"No"
"Castle?"
"Nah."
"Lion?"
"Nah."
"How about-"
"TIME IS UP!"
"DAMMIT!" Kyle screeches, ya king off his headband. "Moon? The fucking moon?"
"And guess who won?"
"There more rounds, just-"
"You said sudden death Yourself!" I exclaim
"Fine." Kyle rolls his eyes.
"You're a cute loser."
