"Teej"

"Spin."

"come on !"

"no"

"comeeee onnnnn give it to meeee"

"never."

" give me the remote !"

"nooooopes"

"GIVE IT TO ME NOW."

"forget it. We are not going to watch another of those boring wrestling matches"

I gasp. Did he just…called them BORING ?!

"THEODORE JASPER DETWEILER"

boy, you brought that one on yourself.

TJ looks at me with such a bad impersonation of "oh no I am afraid" that I start to laugh halfway through throwing myself at him to show how "boring" wrestle matches really are.

Sadly for me, in the last few years he has grown quite strong, and also copied a lot of my moves (probably 'cause I attack him every time he does something I do not agree with ) and I have not really that much of a chance to win our daily match of who will choose what to watch.
Not like I don't have a Tv at home but, you know…well…watching Tv together is always more fun…

best reason I can come up with why I mostly spend my freetime at TJ's.

Laughing while play-fighting doesn't help much either (but that expression, I tell you. Way too funny) and sooner or later he has me pinned down, the remote securely in his pocket.

Shame on me. Letting myself get defeated. By T-Jerk.

"So you give up, huh ?" said idiot chuckles, and all I can do is huff into his face.

Which is close. Very close. WAY too close…oh my god please don't blush Spinelli. Get it together girl you can do tha…

"well, well. A never before occurred sight…speechless Spinelli " and then he smirkes.

This freaking awfully mischievous smirk. Which is not cute at all…aaand I lost the fight against blushing. All right. Way to go.

"Save it, asshat" I say,

while sticking out my tongue and trying to shove him off me, which turns out to be entirely impossible.

A HELL to the no to his freaking strength. That's super unfair.

Besides having grown a lot, TJ has also become way, and I mean WAY hot… I mean more aesthetically pleasing.

Not hotter. Never hotter. No one thinks of his best friend as hot.

Neverrr mind, back to TJ having gotten super tall…maybe not as tall as Vince but well…

ok I admit it he might not even be that tall but he's one and a half heads bigger than I am (I think he's somewhat around 5,7") so that's super tall for me.

Vince is two heads bigger and I simply refer to that as gigantism.

Anyways, my best idiot has grown in height, and in muscle mass. (very important because this is the ONLY reason he beats me 3 of 4 "The Awsome Spinelliist VS tj" matches…not because I get distracted sometimes…nopes).
When we got into high school he actually started to work out and (ew) started to eat healthier.

I dot mean salad healthy but well only 3 times a week Kelso's instead of 5. Poor guy must me starving all the time.
Ok I admit it I have also stopped eating so much ice cream and shitty stuff but not because I wanted to have an "All American Dream Body" but…ah…I got sick of it.

Too much sugar you know, bad for the stomach and all. I didn't want to impress no one.

Wait didn't he say something to me ?
Ah ya I remember.

"And! I'm not speechless. You just lay on me and because you are such a heavy piece of a meatloaf I couldn't breathe nor talk correctly!"

Good argumentation Spinelli. I should think about becoming a politician.

However, while I was in thought about how not hot TJ is, he has already sitten up a bit and is now looking quizzically at me.

"What." I blurt out.

"You do know your answer came with a delay of 2 minutes, don't you."

"What"

oupsie.
Aaaaand the damn smirk appears again on his face. Yay.

"Where you marvelled by my beauty that much that you could not find thee words within ?"

Whats with that language Detweiler. And that evil grin. Stop.

"yes…I MEAN NO"

I mean yes. Wait what ?

" So you were thunderstruck oh you lovely friend of mine !"

Is he trying to imitate Mikey or what.

"I am so humbled by your ways of admiration towards me OH what pleasure to receive those compliments of lo…"

"OOOK TJ I got it" Don't you dare say love.

"I swear I was really out of breath…haven't done too much for my fitness lately."

" I know. You usually spend your freetime in front of my TV"

Might be true. He has a better TV.

"Well you got the better Tv."

"Where you want to watch wrestling. Which needs SO no good quality"

"WHAAAT ! Especially when there's Wrestling it needs the highest of highest qualities! What world of horror if you can't see every drop of sweat!"

Outrageous Detweiler.

"Yeah a real world of horrors, that is."

I roll my eyes.

"and if you love that shi…sport…"

Yeah better say sport, honey. I am ready for round two of Spin VS TJ.

"…so much why don't you pick it up again."

Well why. Because I'm simply too small.

It was quite a punch in my stomach when my coach said that it wouldn't be responsible anymore to have me in the team. I might be a ball of flaming fury but a very small ball of fury between a lot of huge muscular hulks…full of fury.

"Teeeeej. Seriously ? I told you."

He has now sat up completely and I also get myself into a sitting position.

"So what ! You might be small but that doesn't mean you cant bring people down ! You got moves that could make the majority of our school cry "

Good old Tj. So nice, so supportive so…all right ok cute.

But only when he grins at me with this "all is positive" smile.

ONLY then.

" Thanks but…I can't even beat you and I have known you all my life."

Sad truth. I got really bad at fighting. Madame fist is past her peak.

"Goood Spin. Its exactly because you know me and I know you. I can read you already. What you will do next, what kind of strike you plan. Shouldn't come as much of a surprise considering you always reacting so fiercely about TV-remotes"

He smiles. Why is every damn expression so…expressive.

Lets call it like that.

"Yeah"

more words are not possible right now. When the hell did I start to be that distracted by him ?! Earth to Spinelli: Get your head outta your ass and stop being all flustered.

"Spin…"

"Ah ?"

"Are you…blushing ?"

"What ?"

I hope not.

"Oh…Oh Spin you are hot !"

"W..hat ?"

what ?

"No no no I mean you are…hot…like…feverish hot…see what I mean ? Not that you are not hot in the sense of you know being hot hot but I would never…see…NEVER MIND"

All right boy no need to shout just because you don't think I'm "hot hot" and don't want to hurt my feelings. Don't worry we are bros. Nothing more that that…no need to be that careful I can take it. Ouch.

"WHAT I mean is, I think you are getting sick"

Whiiiich would explain why I was taken down so easily by him. Sickness. Flu. That must be

it.

"Yeeaaaah…maybe"

Most intelligent answer ever. I'm so proud of myself.

"Are you feeling all right ? You seem dizzy"

Aw so worried for a person who you think is ugly. OK wait where's that coming from. Maybe I'm really getting a flu…

"Your eyes seem a bit glassy too…hmm…"

WHAT is he doing so close to me again?! What on earth possesses this boy and why do I have to deal with it!

He places his hand on my cheek and comes even closer, touching my forehead with his.

"Yeah def. fever."

Fever. Mhm.

"Your whole face is getting red Spin...Maybe its something worse you should…"

"GO HOME"

Too loud, too fast but straight to the point. And a really good decision considering that I got really really "dizzy" while he was just a few centimetre away from my face.

"Spinelli wait ! "

he shouts after me, with even more worry in his voice than before, but I'm already on the run. To avoid doing stupid things. Like snogging him senseless right there and then.

Fuck.