I sat back. You know, just chilling. Sitting back and enjoying the view. It really was quite a view.
I mean, if you define chilling as "stalking" and a "view" a couple of angry hormonal teenagers in a heated argument. Sure, it was quite a view. By the way, before anyone gets the wrong idea, I am too a hormonal teenager. One full of beautiful and inevitable angst. But that's another story for another day.
Right now, I am merely the observer as well as your very own personal guide to my dysfunctional friends. In order to tell this story I must introduce you to my friends. One of them I have known just about forever, and the other only a mere month.
One of them is as fiery as the color of his hair. The other a woman, trapped in a girl's body, her maturity and strength a little much domineering. They never agree with the other or admit the other has done anything right.
In simpler terms, they hate each other.
In my opinion, they are both pretty good looking people. If they were ever forced or bribed into having a family, they would probably produce cute, self-conflicted kids. Just saying. My thoughts don't necessarily end at the day's mark. Also, I need add that separately they are very interesting, quirky, and charismatic people. Together they're a mix between a giant sore and a volcano oozing fish oil. Do you know how bad that stuff stinks?
Anyways, as I was saying they don't always get along. For example, let's return to the present and that view I was talking about.
"I cannot believe you're still harping about that! That was not my fault." Mr. Ginger, aka Wallace Rudolph West, champion of high metabolism and anything gastronomically pleasing retorted at Artemis.
Before calculating a response, Artemis rolled her dark blue orbs at Wally, and stated scoffingly, "You're way too impulsive. You could have gotten us all injured or killed. It's surprising that you can even function with a team."
Oooooh. Diss. Ouch. Burn. [Insert red-faced Wally].
"Me? It's surprising that I can function with a team? I've been on the team a whole lot longer than you have. You're just a replacement for Speedy-I mean, Red Arrow. You're annoying and bossy! I don't see how you can work on a team!" Wally retorted heatedly.
Soon, if not real soon, Wally would start uncontrollably vibrating. It's his equivalent for screaming into a pillow or punching a wall in. Don't even ask me what I do with my frustration. Because I might go punch a unicorn in the face if you ask me.
Nah. I like unicorns. You know what I don't like? You.
JUST KIDDING. You guys are too easy to mess with.
Anyways, Wally was on the verge of running a billion miles away or fast-punching Artemis to up, up, and away. If you're not an arrow or a flying extra-terristrial girl named M'gann I don't recommend ever going that far up. Without Batman, of course.