The Marble

Training (sorta)

  "Ok, so what are we going to train with, I wanna win this year," Rob said.
  "I already have the stuff! Let's see. Marshmallows, toothpicks, marbles, finger weights, a table and a few more other stuff. This is gonna be AWESOME!!" Dan said, with much enthusiasm.
  "Sure is, I can't wait to start," Rob said eagerly.
  "Ok, I'm gonna put toothpicks on the marshmallows to make them look like weights sorta. You stack the books to make them look like stairs. This is is basically a gym for fingers!!" Dan didn't know how stupid he sounded, but Rob didn't mind.
  "On it!"

  Cue 'The Eye of the Tiger' music

2 hours later
  "Dan, no more, pleaseeee!!" Rob was tired, and all he has done for the past two hours was eat marshmallows, mess around and work out his hand for a little.
  "Rob, you just started exercising. YOU MESSED AROUND THE WHOLE TIME!" Dan said, a hint of pity, disappointment and anger in his voice.
  "But still, my hand is tired," Rob whined.
  "But we have to train, and we haven't even got to use the marbles." Dan protested.
  "I don't care, I'm going home."
  "Fine, but guess what, you aren't my partner for the contest anymore. All you want to do is eat and mess around. With your stupid ass attitude, your gonna get nowhere in life. Now get out before I make your sorry ass get out." Dan exclaimed, extremely tired of Rob.
  Dan had a point. Rob ate 3 bags of marshmallows and barely made any progress on exercising. Dan knew this and grew tired of his attitude. Dan finally snapped after all his years of being with Rob.
  "You know you can't fight me," Rob sneered.
 

"Bet. I'll prove you wrong." Dan whispered, confidence in his voice.
  And he swung, hitting Rob square in the jaw. Rob took a sec to snap into reality, but when he did, he got angry. Out of the two, Rob was the better fighter. He trained with his older brother because he used to get bullied, but now, no smart person would pick a fight with him. Except Dan.
  Rob chose a defensive stance. He knew how to tire out Dan. Dan swung again, this time getting Rob's arm. Rob knew how to fight better, but Dan was stronger one, and he knew that he could break his nose if he hit him perfectly.
  Rob backed up one step and took a breath. He ducked a punch and hit Dan in the stomach, making him lose his breath. Rob didn't fight cleanly, he fought with whatever he could, and with no regrets either. He picked up some toothpicks and stabbed Dan in his left arm. Dan winced in pain.
  Now it was Dan's turn to play rough. He took out his pocket knife and tried to stab Rob in his arm too. He believed in the old term, an eye for an eye. Rob stepsided this, but not without a cut. Things were getting ugly. Rob got a metal pole and took a swing. Dan ducked it and tripped Rob. 'This is the end, old buddy' thought Dan. But he was wrong. Rob kicked his chest hard, making Dan lose his breath and back up.
  Rob got up and got out his brother's brass knuckles. Just then, Dan's brother came in.
  "What the hell are you guys doing! Oh, no you don't!"
  And just like that, both Dan and Rob blacked out

Hey, I finally updated! (Even tho no one reads this) I wrote this on my phone so it might be short compared to other stories but meh. I have nothing to do rn and my best friend isn't answering her texts so I decided to update. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Bye!