#hypeshit

This is my first writing piece. Hope you all like it!!

Word count: 696 (Joke unintended)

Important info; You’ve been best friends with The Party since elementary school, but you were especially close with Dustin because your moms are best friends.

“So, you know how my birthday is tomorrow?” You asked Dustin one Friday as you put your bike on the rack. The Party was already inside.

“Yeah?”

“Well, my parents decided to take the family road trip this weekend.” You sighed.

“That’s bulllshit.” Dustin said. You chuckled. Suddenly the bell rung.

“I gotta go. If I’m late again I’ll have detention for a week.” You ran to get to class.

After school, you biked home alone. You wondered what The Party was doing since the A.V. Club wasn’t meeting today. You finally reached the house. At the front door, you painted on a happy face. A fake smile of excitement entered the house before you did. Your family ran around in the back of the house with suitcases. Your dad yelled at them to hurry until he noticed you. He stopped yelling.

“Hey, darling. So, change of plans, you’re gonna stay here and go to Stacy’s by 9:30. You’re gonna have to bike there.” Your dad said. You cringed when he said Stacy’s. Stacy was a popular piece of work and you wanted nothing to do with her.

“Okay.” You smiled at your dad. He smiled back before running and yelling out commands. All of your family came from the back to smother you with hugs and kisses. They ran out of the door with your dad nipping at their heels.

“9:30!” Your dad reminded you one last time.

When your dad drove away, you went to your room. You picked up your walkie-talkie but decided to surprise them tomorrow. A short time later you drifted to sleep.

You woke up suddenly. The sun had set and it was almost 9:00. You got up to pack for Stacy’s when you heard low murmuring and croaking. You internally panicked, but your face remained stoic. There was a swiss army knife in your pocket because you’ve gotten caught in rope traps far too many times.

You crept out of your room with the knife drawn. The sounds came from your bathroom.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.” You whispered as you slowly opened the door. Dustin was sitting in front of your tub murmuring into it like a crazy person. “Dustin!”

“Ahh!” Dustin screamed. You laughed, closed the knife, and set it on the sink.

“What the hell are you doing in my bathroom?” You asked as you stepped toward Dustin.

“Remember when you said you wanted a pet, but your parents wouldn’t buy you one?” Dustin asked as the tub croaked. Your eyes opened wide and you ran to the tub.

“What the he- Care to explain the frogs in my bathtub?” You semi-shouted at Dustin. He shifted uncomfortably before explaining.

“Last week, I noticed you trying to catch a frog.” Dustin started to explain. You remember that day because you were quite lonely, but didn’t want to bother anyone. Dustin continued. “So, I got The Party together and we went out and caught a lot of frogs, but we had no place to put them, so we put them in here.”

“If I didn’t really like frogs, I’d have your head for this.” You said even though you wanted to say it was really cute and thoughtful. “Thanks.”

Dustin grinned, seeming to understand your confusing language. You smiled back at him. Your faces gradually got closer until you were inches apart.

“I’ve gotta go to Stacy’s house.” You said quickly getting up and leaving the bathroom “I’ll see you tomorrow.”