Tuesday, April 13, 2010

So today was the last day of the bet. I walked in to Carly's where he sat on the couch, staring with a bored blank expression on his face, staring at they TV as the pictures flew across the screen. I walked over to the chair across the room and sat in it. After a few minutes of silence I broke it with "I won the bet." He shot back immediately with "Then hand over the diary, so we can see if you're lying," he shot back immediately, with out even taking his eyes off of the TV, as if he had some magical marshmallows that could tell the future.

"What you don't trust me?" I replied in shock of how quickly he said that, and in the manner that he said it in.

I reached over and turned manually turned off the TV.

"Well you are Sam, so I'm going to have to see the proof," he stated finally breaking his stare into the darkness of the black box before us.

"No, you can't read it. It's a diary, you wouldn't like if I read yours."

"Then how am I supposed to know that you really wrote in it?" he questioned.

"By trusting me."

"Just give me it, I can handle a few drawings of me being attacked by a zebra, or what ever other shenanigans you have me getting into," he said as he stood up and grabbed the book out of my back pack that I had set on the ground just minutes before.

I quickly realized what he had done, and before he could even open the front cover I had him pinned to the ground. "Give it back Benson," I shouted as I grabbed for the book that he was holding above his head, trying to read what I had written.

He started to read it aloud, "Tuesday, April 06, 2010 Su-"

"Obviously I've written something. Now hand it over," I cut him off in mid sentence.

"Awe but now I wanna know what it says," he said proceeding to read aloud, "They call m-"

"Hand it over right now or I'll take the glass box I lock you in and put it in the nearest body of jelly," I cut him off once more.

He didn't respond this time. He just stared at the words on the page as if he were…

I took off my shoe, and then proceeded to smack him in the face with it.

His didn't move, didn't say a word…

After a few minutes he turned the page…

At this point the fury with in me was beginning to boil.

I Sat silently until he handed me back the book.

Then with a smirk on his face he uttered the words that I knew were coming… The words I dreaded most of all.

"Gibby was dressed up as you?"

… Or so I thought.

"Um… sure?" I responded hesitantly.

I stood up with my diary in hand, grabbed my backpack and walked out the door.

Hoping that he hadn't gotten that I…

Bacon lovers unite… Sam