I'm back at long last :) You get the drill: I don't own these guys

"No...no...Erica that...that's gonna get us killed," Boyd shook his head furiously. He couldn't go along with this. Sure he was happy to join in but her wager wasn't worth it; no way. "Nope. It's stupid. No"

Erica whined, drooping her shoulders in mock disappointment, "Buuut Boyd. You said you'd play. Can't leave us now. Won't be as fun with plain old Isaac."

"HEY!" Isaac exclaimed.

Boyd still shook his head, he couldn't do this. There was too much at state. Pouring freezing cold water over Derek was suicide. You've never seen him when he's having a grumpy morning. The glares, the anger, the way he tears apart his toast.

His mind imagined himself as the toast. Being torn to shreds for doing something so juvenile as throwing cold water over someone. Why did Erica always try to pull him into doing these sort of things. They were stupid and immature but without fail they managed to pull him in. Not this time!

Luckily this time he could back out, he didn't have to do it if he didn't want to. However, he'd most likely have to put up with the ridicule from Erica and Isaac. Not that that was much of an issue; at least he'd still be alive, unlike them.

They'd probably keep trying, might even not do it in hopes that there moping would change his mind.

One thing that did make him want to join in was that sense of immaturity. Ever since he became this...being he had felt the need to act mature. Who wouldn't? You have this newfound power which, even though might sound cheesy, came with great responsibility.

If not carried out in a good manner it'd end up like in all those superhero movies.

With even more of a pout, Erica flopped down. He knew it was an act; a cute and endearing one at that but perhaps he could use that as an excuse. Perhaps it would be fun.

Grounding out a 'fine' he was promptly attacked by a bone-crushing hug from Erica.

Isaac on the other hand showed his happiness in a different manor. Holding his hand in the air, his hands clenched ever so slightly, he cackled, "Let the Games...Begin!"

Smirking Boyd murmured, "And may the odds be ever in your favour."

The little moments mattered to Boyd, hopefully his decision hadn't been premature.

On the seventh turn round the circle they were only just beginning to find it difficult. Each of their mouths holding 5 marshmallows, drool starting to run down their chins. They must have been such a sight to others, probably looked like idiots with too much time on their hands. Well, can't really complain about that now could they especially seeing as it was sort of close to the truth. Or why else would they be doing this when they had work to do. Yes because humiliation was such a better way to spend your free time. Time spent with your two best friends though held some importance, although sometimes he wished it didn't.

It was fun though, listening to each of them slowly starting to struggle to pronounce 'fluffy puppies'. The sound muffled with marshmallows. The worst thing you could do was laugh. If you laughed it made it worse and harder to say. Then your cheeks would ache.

Still it was a laugh.

It was Boyd's dreaded turn and he wished he could give in as he took his choice of marshmallow. The idea seemed easy but it was appearing more difficult than expected.

No time in wasting and he put the eighth marshmallow into his mouth, giving him a moment to breath before he said the dreaded words "'uf'fy 'uppi's". See almost impossible to make out.

Erica was next, doing the same thing as Boyd by taking a breath before grounding out the words. Isaac followed, the cycle continued.

It did until, around the twelfth mark when they lost count that, he couldn't take anymore. Boyd give up, he'd do what he had to. He didn't care. The only thing he did care about was brushing his teeth of the taste of marshmallows. He felt sickly.

Grabbing the bin bag they had put aside, he coughed out all the marshmallows. Gagging as he did so. Upon seeing this Isaac and Erica seemed to have the same problem. One running to the bathroom the other to the bin to finally get rid of their mouthful of marshmallows.

After they all sat back down, never to speak of this again, Isaac grinned, "Tomorrow morning fine for you Boyd"

"I honestly don't care anymore," Boyd said, "Just as long as there are no more marshmallows involved."

Next chapter will be Boyd's mission. Hope you enjoyed. Please review