Author's Note: Hi, everyone. Just thought I'd give y'all a little treat by putting out chapter six early. I think it's kind of cute, despite being a little weird. I was just listening to 'Hasa Diga Eebowai' when I got the idea for this. Anyway, read and review and enjoy!

-Cade

Chapter Six

Kevin

"I feel bad." Elder Price said as he bit into the corner of a s'mores flavored Pop Tart.

"Why?" Elder McKinley wondered, breaking in half a strawberry Pop Tart and sweeping the crumbs off his legs and onto the the tree branch next to him.

Elder Price gasped, "We stole two boxes of Elder Pop Tarts' Pop Tarts! Even if he doesn't realize, which he will, we're gonna have the Hell dream!"

"So? We've all had the Hell dream. I have it nightly." Elder McKinley raised his eyebrows, and Elder Price realized that the Hell dream was common place for the older boy. He would have it tonight, and every night, and although one could have it every night, one could never get used to it.

"Is that why you wake up screaming every night?" Elder Price asked, taking another bite of his Pop Tart.

Elder McKinley blushed, "You can hear that?" Elder Price nodded, which, in turn, made Elder McKinley blush even more, until he resembled a tomato. 'Jeez, that's so embarrassing!"

"That's embarrassing? Your face is embarrassing! It's redder than your hair." Elder Price laughed.

Elder McKinley threw part of his Pop Tart at the other boy, "Oh, shut up, Elder." Elder Price deflected the chunk. Both boys watched it tumble to ground beneath them, their eyes widening.

"Oh no! That's evidence!" Elder Price whispered.

"Elder Pop Tarts is gonna know we took them now! Or at least know someone took them!" Elder McKinley looked like he wanted to cry. "He's never found out about me taking his Pop Tarts before. He's my mission companion, Elder Price! This isn't what companions do to each other!"

"Calm down, take deep breaths. Maybe we'll get lucky and a bird will eat it?" Elder Price did his best to look encouraging.

"Okay, okay, you're right. You're always right."

"I know."

"Modesty is not something you know, is it?"

"Hmm?"

"Never mind, it's hopeless." Elder McKinley rolled his eyes. Elder Price just sighed, and ran his hands through his hair. The word hopeless was not one that brought up great feelings for him. He had thought his mission was hopeless. He had thought teaching the Africans about Joseph Smith and Mormonism was hopeless. The word hopeless just reminded him that, sometimes, he was wrong.

He thought back to the start of his mission. He had gotten off the bus, had all his belongings stolen and then learned a phrase he didn't really ever want to hear, much less know.

Suddenly, his head snapped up. He'd had an idea. A devilish idea, but an idea.

"You know what they say here when it comes to things that are hopeless?" he asked Elder McKinley.

Puzzled, Elder McKinley replied, "No, what?"

"They just throw their hands up to the sky and shout 'HASA DIGA, EEBOWAI'!" Elder Price had plastered his huge, Mormon smile on his face as he said this.

"Really?"

"Try it, Elder McKinley. Just list off the bad things in your life."

'Well, let's see...I stole from my mission companion and now I'm going to get caught for it."

"Hasa diga, Eebowai!"

"Why don't you list something?"

"We can't go on a date 'til we're back in the States. Hasa diga, Eebowai!"

"Hasa diga, Eebowai!" Elder McKinley was laughing happily. "So, Elder Price, what does that phrase actually mean?"

The younger boy had to stifle giggles. He thought back to the way Mafala Hatimbi had phrased it, then swallowed, prepared to emulate it, minus the African accent.

"Well, let's see. Eebowai means 'God'." Elder Price said. Elder McKinley smiled and nodded. "And hasa diga means 'f you'! So, I guess in English it would be 'f you, God'!"

"WHAT?" Elder McKinley screamed.

"Shh!" Elder Price said through his laughter.

"Wh-why would you say something like that?" Elder McKinley's eyes were wide as saucers.

"Because," Elder Price said, leaning in close to the other boy. "When the world is getting you down, there's nobody else to blame!"

"Elder Price! Please!"

"Relax, McKinley, I'm only joking." He flashed his smile in the direction of the other boy.

"You're not getting off that easy."

"Hasa diga, Eebowai!"

"Elder Price!"

"Will this get me off easy?" Elder Price leaned forward and pressed his lips against the older boy's, running his hand up and down the redhead's back.

Elder McKinley pulled away, smirking, "Maybe it will, maybe it won't."

"You're the worst," Elder Price laughed, giving Elder McKinley a light shove.

"Hey! Don't push me! I'm fragile!"

Elder Price raised his eyebrows, as if accepting a challenge, then pushed the other elder again. As he lost his balance on the branch, Elder McKinley grabbed Elder Price's tie, pulling the younger boy down with him. He landed on the ground with Elder Price on top of him.

"I think we need to find a better hiding spot." Elder McKinley mused. "It seems one of us is always falling out of the one we have now."

Elder Price cried, "Oh, hasa diga, Eebowai!" Elder McKinley smiled, tightening his grip on Elder Price's tie and pulling the younger boy in for kiss.