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Felix laughed, unable to help himself. âYeah, dude. You could fucking make a mould of your body out of rubber and it would bounce just like anything else.â The image was definitely a strange one, but he had said far stranger things. Grinning when Buzz told him he had thrown his phone, he was curious to know why. Nobody threw something so difficult to replace without good reason. âOh, shit. You did? Why?â He may as well ask. If his friend didnât want to tell him then he didnât have to. âYeah, Iâm offering.â He confirmed, shaking the bag he was holding out. âTheyâre passable. Nowhere near greasy enough for my tastebuds to be happy though.â Listening with an amused smile playing at his lips, Buzz never failed to surprise him. He knew a lot of people would write him off as a fitness freak who only ever cared about a decent workout. But he had a lot of strong opinions on subjects he had never really considered. âYeah, maybe banana bread isnât the best. But Iâd take it over raisins fucking any day. They are!â He answered the question on whether they were dried grapes. âFuck knows who decided to dry out a grape and eat it.âÂ
Shifting slightly on his makeshift seat when Buzz reached out to smack his palm against the ball, he was so sure he was going to fall but it held steady. âHey- can we maybe not try and push me over?â He teased. âStop trying to get me to exercise, I told you itâs not gonna fucking happen.â Shaking his head and popping another banana chip into his mouth, from where he was sitting, Buzz looked the opposite of lazy. âYouâre doing more than I am.â He pointed out. âHa! We are the babies.â It was a good thing and a bad thing, being the youngest. He would be lying if he said going unnoticed didnât come with perks. âWait, too much attention? â He was hesitant to ask what kind, surely it had to be bad if it had caused him to run away from home. âShit, maybe we can trade families.â He joked, sighing quietly to himself. It wouldnât be the first time he wondered what it was like to be a part of a smaller family, a family that had time for him.Â
âHey, if they stick you in one of the commercials, you probably get in for free.â He pointed out. âKeep doing those fucking push ups, man.â Laughing at the idea of willingly going camping, he shook his head. âNo fucking way. Felix Winter doesnât do camping. Felix Winter waits for his parents to do camping so that he can sneak into the house and actually have fun.â Wrinkling his nose at the thought of anything swimming up it, he grinned, genuinely excited by the prospect. He only ever really swam with Indi and he knew they would get a kick out of a dramatic water exit. âI am so down! As if I would ever let you drown.âÂ
Buzz gave a severe grimace. âOh, no, I donât do rubber suits. I mean, I know some people are into that kind of thing, but not me. Nope. It just feels sorta sweaty. And it probably hurts to, like, try to get it off. But maybe thatâs part of it.â Pausing, he seemed to consider this more thoroughly, staring into the distance as a shiver rolled through him. At the question, however, Buzz perked up. His features falling, he offered a soft shake of his head. âI...uh, I spent, like a ton of money trying to win this contest. And I didnât. They gave it to some other guy with a stupid mustache, and I just didnât wanna look at it,â he admitted bashfully, trailing off. âAfter I did it, though, I decided I didnât wanna be phone throwinâ guy, so I never threw it again. Iâm not an angry sorta dude, you know? It sounds sorta dumb, I guess, but I just...Iâd been trying, like, real hard to break into this modelinâ thing. And I canât catch a break. Ugh.â These words hung heavily on him for only a moment before his usual more chipper demeanor was returning. Moving over, he popped a piece of dried fruit into his mouth, and it seemed to lift his spirits. âMaybe someone sat on a grape or something by accident way back when in the olden days,â he continued, munching along. âIâll get you some chips later, okay?â
He laughed. âYou gotta hold your core, Felix! Itâs all about strength in your middle! Hold in your abs!â He huffed playfully, sticking out his tongue. âYouâre good at other things Iâm not. Plus, you got good hair.â Buzz said this definitely, giving a succinct nod. âI got good hair too, but...well, weâre not talking about me.â He smirked with some mischief. Still, as his friend continued, Buzz allowed a sigh to roll through him. âI mean, yeah. Donât get me wrong. I had good folks. I love âem. But they always sorta wanted me to be what they wanted instead of just beinâ Buzz, you know what I mean? My dad wanted me to work for him all the rest of my life. I think they thought I was dumb or something. And, you know, maybe I am. I donât always get things. But...I got ideas. About stuff.â Nevertheless, he seemed now to have lost the plot, but even then, the smile he offered was sympathetic. âMine would love you. You can come for Christmas. You gotta wear the elf hat, though. We all have to wear the elf hat. You wear the hat, and you put a present under the tree. Thatâs really the whole thing.â
He gave a shake of his head, breaking into a laugh. âBuzz Prescott donât do camping either. Buzz Prescott gets sent campinâ against his will because wah, wah, only your sisters can do the fun beauty pageant dance lessons.â Saying this made him laugh harder, until he was lying on the mat in a fit of giggles. âI dunno, man. Iâm pretty big. You ainât even done anythinâ with that ball yet. You gonna be able to hold my weight if I go under?â He was being playful. âI think Iâm done, though. Iâm gross.âÂ