This Little Game We Like To Play
Dos
“What’s that girl’s name again?” Casey asks me. I swear, I have to tell him every summer when I complain to him about having to spend the summer at the beach.
“Quinn.” I answer. I know what he’s going to say next. He always says the same thing.
“Isn’t that like...a guy name?” There it is.
“She is basically a guy. She’s pretty gross, but it’s so much fun to annoy her.” I admitted. Annoying Quinn was my amusement for the summer.
“How gross, man?” Casey asks me with a with an expression on his face that makes him look constipated. “You never showed me a picture or anything.”
“Hang on. I think I know where a recent one is.” I push myself off the couch and jog down the hall until I reach my mom’s office. I rummage through a box of vacation pictures until I find one of Quinn with her head down but looking at the camera with a shy smile. I can’t deny she looked better than usual in that picture, it wouldn’t give Casey and accurate image of her but it was the most recent. I jog back to the living room and throw the picture at Casey.
“Ew. You have to see his fatty in a bathing suit?” Casey asks with a disgust while still examining the picture.
“Nah. I haven’t seen her in a bathing suit since around fourth grade.” I answer. It’s true, I never see Quinn in a bathing suit now. Which I consider myself lucky for. “I just still need to think of something to torment her with this summer.” I tell Casey sitting back down on the couch and chewing my lip ring as I rack my brain for some new form of torture.
“I’ve got it!” Casey says out of the blue. I stopped thinking about how to piss off Quinn ten minutes ago. “Confuse the hell out of her!”
“How am I going to do that?”
“Ignore her. Be mean to her. Be nice to her. Annoy her. Be too nice to her. Then ignore her again.” Casey explains with a smile.
It is a good idea. Quinn would go ballistic after about a week.
“Good idea.” I tell Casey.
“I know.”
“Quinn.” I answer. I know what he’s going to say next. He always says the same thing.
“Isn’t that like...a guy name?” There it is.
“She is basically a guy. She’s pretty gross, but it’s so much fun to annoy her.” I admitted. Annoying Quinn was my amusement for the summer.
“How gross, man?” Casey asks me with a with an expression on his face that makes him look constipated. “You never showed me a picture or anything.”
“Hang on. I think I know where a recent one is.” I push myself off the couch and jog down the hall until I reach my mom’s office. I rummage through a box of vacation pictures until I find one of Quinn with her head down but looking at the camera with a shy smile. I can’t deny she looked better than usual in that picture, it wouldn’t give Casey and accurate image of her but it was the most recent. I jog back to the living room and throw the picture at Casey.
“Ew. You have to see his fatty in a bathing suit?” Casey asks with a disgust while still examining the picture.
“Nah. I haven’t seen her in a bathing suit since around fourth grade.” I answer. It’s true, I never see Quinn in a bathing suit now. Which I consider myself lucky for. “I just still need to think of something to torment her with this summer.” I tell Casey sitting back down on the couch and chewing my lip ring as I rack my brain for some new form of torture.
“I’ve got it!” Casey says out of the blue. I stopped thinking about how to piss off Quinn ten minutes ago. “Confuse the hell out of her!”
“How am I going to do that?”
“Ignore her. Be mean to her. Be nice to her. Annoy her. Be too nice to her. Then ignore her again.” Casey explains with a smile.
It is a good idea. Quinn would go ballistic after about a week.
“Good idea.” I tell Casey.
“I know.”
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