Scenes from the World
Kevin held the stick out towards Dave’s face. “You have to give it a sniff, or you lose. You know how it works.”
Dave’s face was tightened into a knot shriveling his nose. He stared at the greenish-white substance piled onto the end of the stick. A large fly, the kind with the metallic green body, landed on the goo, rubbing its front legs as if it were thinking of all the terrible things it was about to do to it.
“Aww man! You know that it has to be nasty, if the shit flies are drawn to it.” Dave said, turning his face away from the stick.
“What’s the matter? Is the big, bad quarterback afraid he will smell something icky?” Kevin heckled.
The two were an odd pairing, standing there in the back parking lot of the gas station. Kevin was a thin boy, barely five and a half feet tall. His thin blond hair was grown out past his shoulders, though he was already showing signs of balding. Though he was thin, he had no definition, which was completed with a slight belly. Dave, on the other hand, was the star quarterback of the Wilson High Bulldogs. He towered over Kevin by nearly a foot, and weighed over two hundred pounds of solid muscle.
Dave was one of the most popular kids at school. He wore the best clothes, his family had one of the best houses, he drove one of the best cars. He was the type of guy everyone either wanted to be, or wanted to be with. That was what made it so peculiar for him to be such good friends with Kevin. Kevin was nearly invisible, with his bargain brand clothing and Walmart bike. If Dave were going to be truly honest, he couldn’t even remember seeing him in any of his classes, though Kevin was considerably smarter than him, so it was very possible that they were just on different tracks. There were hundreds of kids that went to the school that he would never be able to name, or even recognize.
“So, are you saying you refuse the challenge? Cause that means you’ll have to be my slave for the week.” Kevin said, with a wicked grin on his face.
“Christ, fine. Give me the damn thing.” Dave snatched the stick from Kevin and pulled it up close, under his nose. Fulling exhaling, Dave’s nostrils flared wide as he sniffed with such force that a small piece of the goo broke off and flew up his nose.
“BLEEEAAAGH!” Dave gurgled out as he began heaving and gagging.
Kevin burst into an uncontrollable laughter, tears running down his reddening face, as he struggled to draw breath from the constriction of his chest.
“UIHT! Oh, god, it went up my, AAHHHCK. It went up my nose.” Dave could feel his stomach tightening, as he continued to heave and cough.
“Oh, please, stop! You’re gonna make me throw up.” Kevin said, his face a deep purple from laughing so hard.
Dave pressed one finger to the side of his nose and started blowing hard to clear out the goo that had lodged itself. After a little more gagging from both the boys, and a lot more laughing on Kevin’s part, Dave managed to clear it out enough that he could return to normal.
“Fuck, that sucked so bad.” Dave finally blurted out.
“Well, don’t keep me in suspense! Describe it already.”
“It was like a rotten egg went swimming at low tide and decided to have dinner with dog shit. UGH, I can’t get the feeling of it out of my nose.” Dave coughed and cleared his nose for a few more minutes. “Ok, now it’s your turn. Let me have the dare deck.”
Kevin looked at Dave questioningly. “Dude, what are you talking about? It’s totally my turn to draw.”
“What the hell are you talking about? I just sniffed the damn crap on a stick, it’s your turn to do one, or are you backing out already?”
Kevin stared intensely at Dave. Dave’s eyes glazed over for a moment, his face going slack jawed. “I just did a dare, are you stupid or something? I had to lick the railing. You laughed so hard you drooled.”
Dave looked puzzled, but realization slowly began to come on, as the memory of Kevin’s dare filled in. “Oh, yeah. I don’t know what I was thinking. I guess that crap messed with my mind, probably killed a few braincells as well.” He said with a laugh.
“I bet, and you need to keep as many of them as you can. You’re already working at a disadvantage.” Kevin’s condescending tone was just evident enough for Dave’s smile to fade away. “Anyway, my turn. Or are you going to tap and declare me champion?”
“So that I’m your slave for a week? I don’t think so. Draw your card.”
Kevin handed Dave the deck of playing cards. He shuffled them a little and then fanned them out for Kevin to pick. Pulling a single card out, Kevin stared at the four of hearts.
“Oh, this one is good. You many actually just want to forfeit now and declare me champion.” Kevin’s smile seemed extra wicked.
Dave rolled his eyes, “Just shut it already. Let’s have it.”
Kevin looked at the card, “I dare you to parkour from one roof top, to another.”
“Shut up! There is no way that the card says that. That would be crazy!”
“Why would I make something like that up? Here look for yourself.” Kevin focused his stare on Dave, flipped the card over, and handed it to Dave. “See, right there in black and white.”
Dave looked at the card, reading the dare printed on the card. “This is stupid.”
“Do you forfeit?”
“No. I can do this one. Just be ready to video it.”
“Of course.”
The boys moved to an alley a few blocks down, then back to the fire escape of one the buildings.
“I’ll stay down here. That way I can get an awesome view of you leaping between buildings.”
“Ok, but don’t miss it, because I am not doing this twice.”
Kevin locked eyes with Dave for a moment, “Just try not to get confused and run of the front of the building.”
Dave’s eyes glazed for a moment, before clearing his head with a shake. “I’m not an idiot. I think I know the difference between an alley and Main Street.”
Dave climbed to the roof and took a peek down at the alley between the buildings. It was only an eight-foot gap. He should be able to clear it fairly easily. Getting a running start, Dave rushed the edge of the building, launching himself high into the air.
“PARKOUR!” he yelled just as his vision cleared and he watched the street race towards him.
To the side he noticed some kid with his phone out watching him. He looked vaguely familiar, but he wasn’t sure. Confusion of where he was and how he got there were his last thoughts before hitting the ground.
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