Peffron: A Love Story

The Second Trial: Betrayal

Bob and I start cracking up, because life is too short to dislike memes. Then we turn and notice everyone is far ahead of us, and run to catch up. I notice that Bob stumbles.

"Watch out! Make sure you don't fall down, or else this old Japanese man will come and tell you that you are the chosen one. And then the giant blobfish will also come back and make you clump up a 90 degree cliff to get those salt deposits!"

She looks at me and asks, "Are you crazy?"

I want to shout that I am perfectly sane, but that might appear a bit crazy, so I suppress the urge. Instead I ignore her and continue walking.

However, I ignore her a bit too well and before I know it, I'm way ahead of her and everyone else. I sigh and turn, leaning against the railing as I wait for those slowpokes. As they get closer and closer, I hear someone saying, "Dude, that's not even possible. Everyone knows you can't jump off the cliff and survive after blowing the village up!"

Then another voice replies defensively, "Bro just shut up, I did it so obviously it is possible."

I roll my eyes. Are they seriously talking about video games again? I start to regret waiting for them. Whenever they get really into their video game discussions they start arguing and speaking really loudly. Which isn't good for people who get headaches easily.

Whatever. I'll just continue walking ahead. No headaches today.

As I walk, I hum and mutter a song under my breath, quite possibly making me look crazy to all of the cars driving past. Ugh, people need to stop calling me crazy. Especially all of these voices inside my head.

I start to get very indulged in the conversation inside my mind when suddenly I see movement out of the corner of my eye. Before I can turn around, I feel something poke my back. Unspeakable pain washes through me, and with all the remaining strength I can muster, I turn to see Bob standing there. Bob has a piece of buffalo grass in her hand, and is grinning like a maniac. She continuously prods me with the buffalo grass and I can barely take in the betrayal.

"Bob how could you?!" I cry. These may very well be my final words.

Bob looks down at her hands, which are still stabbing me with the buffalo grass. Then she replies, "Oh no dude, I was totes kidding. This was all an elaborate prank. Lolz6r I got you so good."

"Rofl!!" I say back. "I'm totally posting that on Instagram! #youliterallystabbedmeintheback #lol #you'rethebest!"

"Nice one dude!"

Then we high fived. It was great.