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Chapter 2: I keep a knife and my best friend keeps a freaking gun

Chapter 2: I keep a knife and my best friend keeps a freaking gun.

“What was that?” I asked, my voice hoarse and trembling. My heart was beating at an unsteady rate. I swear I’m about to have a heart attack.

“I have no idea,” Jo admitted, “It was probably just-” His chocolate brown eyes clouded over and he stopped talking in mid sentence.

“Hey Jo? Jo what’s wrong? Hey dude wake up,” I nudged him gently and he toppled over. I stared at him as he blinked slowly.

“What’s up Jesse? Why are you staring at me like I didn’t finish my sentence?” he asked. I blinked.

“Wasn’t that exactly what you just did?” I asked.

“What the clownfish? Stop acting stupid Jesse,” he poked me, “Did you push me onto the ground?”

“Clownfish?” I lifted an eyebrow.

“Yeah clownfish are all striped and orange and black and white and they live in cool houses that could be considered fish mansions as in a mansion for fish not a mansion made out of fish cos that would just be utterly stupid as stupid as you saying that I didn’t finish my sentence even though I never even started talking since we came over to your house actually I just can’t remember because the last thing I remember is walking into your house and after that I only remember that you were staring at me and I was on the floor,” Jo rattled off at top speed in one breath.

“You know that if you had typed that out there’d be no full stops, commas or anything like that right?” I asked, deciding to let go of Jo’s temporary amnesia. Probably from the fall. Wasn’t my fault…

“What do you mean by no commas, no full stops or anything like that?”

“I mean that you never took one breath during your super long speech that had no coherent point that I understood. I believe you started talking about clownfish, then houses for fish, then houses made of fish, then how stupid a house made of fish would be, then how stupid I was for thinking that you said something that you didn’t, then how you seemed to be suffering from amnesia and that I pushed you over,” I made a face, “You should breathe.”

“I do breathe see,” Jo started taking extremely loud rapid breaths before I stopped him.

“I meant breath while your talking so that it’s more comprehensible.”

“Oh. Don’t I do that? Maybe I don’t. You never know!” Jo said gleefully prancing around my room and knocking into anything and everything. Such as knocking books off from the shelves, tripping over them, banging his head against the doorframe whilst falling and grabbing my radio wire and pulling it over in the effort to stay up right. Man I missed this guy so much. Except for the fact he may have caused more damage to my room in the ten seconds he started dancing around then when Chernobyl exploded.

“Anyway,” I said, grabbing his arm to keep him standing, “What did you want to do?”

“Let’s go to the beach or something. We could go bush walking or swimming or cliff diving or skydiving or boxing or mining or causing the end of the world or blowing up my back yard again. Remember? We were playing around with the blow torch Holly was using to burn some of the icing on my birthday cake to give it some kind of special effect when you pointed it too close to the gas thingy we were using to start the barbeque? I remember being thrown back into the fence and having to pick out all the splinters afterwards. You and Everett had a lucky landing though, landing in the pool. If I remember correctly, Holly was inside with my sister and Lucca and Nathan got thrown into the tree house,” Jo sighed, “The good old blowing up my backyard days.”