SMOSH AGAINST TIME: The Epic Conclusion (Book Three)

Chapter Eight - Billy's Secret

And the Knee Puddy-ya

I tilted my head upward and stared at the van's ceiling as tears formed at the corner of my eyes. Thoughts clouded my mind, but pain was the most prominent. My entire body cringed, my toes scrunched, my fist pounded continuously on the floor and my feet kept kicking up in the air. It hurts.

"Calm down, Anthony!" Ian said but I couldn't, the pain was just excruciating, "I told you it would hurt."

I screamed at the top of my lungs, shut my eyes and bit my lip, "It hurts!" I yelled as my foot kept kicking but it was no use. I thrashed my hands around the place and caused the van to shake violently.

Ian held me back, "Just give me a minute, I'm almost done, just keep cool." My friend calmed me down, putting his hand on my shoulder then pulling me back closer.

"H-how would I be cool if it really hurts?!" I bellowed, "Whatever, just do it quickly—AAAGHH!" My hand grasped the seat, digging my nails into its leather cover. I asked myself, does he know what he's doing?

He grunted, "Almost there...and...Oh yeah! — that's a tight fit!" He said out of breath.

We were both catching our breaths, "Thank God that's over!" I sighed, shedding a tear, "So that's what it feels to get your arm in a cast, it fucking hurts like hell." I looked down at my injured arm in the cast, wrapped until below the elbow so it wouldn't end up being useless, my fingers were sticking out of the holes like little sausages.

Ian brushed his bowl hair to one side, "Now, try to move your fingers."

"Okay." I wiggled my fingers, there was still some stinging pain but not as bad as before, it was tolerable, "It feels kinda better now."

"Good." Ian smiled, fixing his first aid kit that I accidentally tipped over.

"Thanks, man." I pat his shoulder.

"No problem, bro." Ian grinned, "—now let's go back and join the others." He hopped out of the van with me following suit.

Ian then looked down, "Curse you stupid zipper!" he reached for his fly and tried pulling it up, "It always goes down!" He attempted to yank it up again while I shut the van's back doors.

Then after a few grunts, Ian was finally able to zip it up.

"A-Anthony?" A man-child voice whimpered. Just standing a few feet away from the van was Billy with his mouth hanging open and eye twitching, staring at us in shock. He must've caught Ian pulling up his zipper and got the wrong idea.

This kinda doesn't look good.

"Hey, it's not what you think." Ian said, trying to defend what he was doing.

"Don't take this the wrong way." I added, "His fly was just down."

"B-but I heard screams, a-and the van was sh-shaking." He stuttered, blushing and disgusted.

"He was just helping me with my arm." Whoops, wrong choice of words, "I mean he was putting—"

"Uh, i-it's not my business," he interrupted, "—l-let's just go and have breakfast." The boy shrugged, he just asked us to come with him. "Next time you're gonna do it make sure no one can hear you." Billy chuckled, bowing down and shaking his head.

That was awkward.

We went back to the little hut and circled around back where our friends sat on a long table, sharing their laughs and cries while eating breakfast: pancakes, eggs and bacon complete with a choice of either hot chocolate or coffee. The delicious smell of hot pancakes and delicious bacon crawled up my nose, making my mouth water and just wanna dive at the center and eat everything.