Summary: Boots and Snipeshooter have a staring contest…
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Two boys sat motionless in two chairs facing each other, staring the other down. Both refused to blink, they simply would not allow it. It was becoming a struggle to see who would win the staring contest, but neither gave in. There were bets on who would be the champion, of course started by Racetrack; he couldn't pass up any sort of opportunity.
Snipeshooter started to squirm in his seat. His eyes were starting to burn and water. The same went for Boots, but he was trying hard not to move in fear it would cause him to close his eyes, if even for a short second. Poor Snipes was having an inner battle with himself. He just couldn't take it. He had to blink his eyes…
"YES!" Boots screamed in victory, pumping his fists in the air. "I won!"
"NO!" Snipeshooter also screamed, but in defeat. "No, no, no!"
One half of the crowd of boys around them groaned and pulled money out of their pockets, giving it the other half of the crowd that were whooping and hollering because of their win. Of course, practically everyone had made a bet, no surprise there.
Yes, just another normal day in the lodging house.
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed that short little one-shot. If not, well, sorry. Also, I know this story was sort of 'pointless' and 'plot-less' so there is no need to inform me about that. Thank you.