"What do you wanna be when you grow up?" Benny said looking up at the sky. The stars were there only light as the two young boys laid down on the ground. It was a clear night, and the stars provided more than enough light.
"I 'unno." Swank said, moving his gaze from one glowing light to the next. "Maybe... I'll make boots. That'd be an okay job, I think." Benny laughed a bit, and Swank looked over to him glaring. "What's so funny about that? My dad makes boots! It's a good job!" Benny just laughed harder.
"I just asked you what you wanted to be, that basically means you can pick anything, and you want to make boots!" He managed to get his words in between laughs.
"It still isn't funny!" Swank argued, sitting up crossing his arms.
"No I'm not, You're just stupid!" Benny said, his usual mischievous grin forming on his face.
"Oh yeah? What do you want do, huh? I bet it's stupid. All your ideas are stupid."
"Nuh-uh." said Benny, propping himself up a bit using his forearms. "Name one tim-"
"How about the time we threw that box of cherry bombs into the campfire? OR the time we went to go explore the coyote den? OR the time we were throwing rocks at the blind baby deathclaws?"
"Okay, that last one wasn't my fault. How was I supposed to know the Momma was behind a rock?" The young lad asked with a bit of a scoff.
"How did you think throwing rocks at a deathclaw was a good idea in the first place?" Swank asked, with a bit of a smirk laying back down.
"How did you think it was a good idea to actually go out and do it?" Benny asked, and they both laughed a bit. Everyone said that they were going to be friends from the time they were toddlers, now they were 11, and they were the best of friends.
"So, what do you want to do when you grow up, Ben?" Swank asked after a moment or two.
"I wanna be chief." Benny said. Swank started laughing and until he saw Benny's face, it was completely serious there was no hint of laughter or child whimsy. "It's not funny."
"You don't actually think you could be chei-"
"Well, why couldn't I be?" Benny asked. Swank pondered over this for a minute, he could come up with a dozen mean anwsers, mean but true, but he couldn't hurt his friend like that.
"...Because you'd have to kill the old chieftain then." Swank firmly said looking back up to the sky.
"So?" Benny grumbled under his breathe, barely audible, but Swank still managed to hear it, but chose not to respond. There was another couple of minutes of silence between the two. "Do you see any of the constellations?" He asked.
"Of course, there's the cooking pot, The Big Dipper." Swank replied, matter-of-factly pointing up at the sky. Benny smirked.
"It's not a cooking pot, it's a bear. What are you some kind of girl, seeing cooking utensils in the sky."
"Shut up, Stupid."
"I'm not stupid, you're stupid."
