Chapter 35: Best Man
Later we were sitting on the couch after the intense game of Life we never finished. Flack got mad and he flipped the board towards the end so we just gave up. We were now collapsed on the couch watching "Real World" on MTV.

"So can you explain to me again why we're watching this?" asked Flack. I moved my gaze to the other end of the basement to where the remote was sitting on a table.

"Because the remote is too far away and I don't want to move. Can you go get it?" I asked, looking up at Flack who rolled his eyes. "Oh come on! Please?"

"No."

"Why not?" I asked, putting on a pouty face and laughing a bit while trying to keep my expression straight.

"Because now I'm comfy too. And now that I'm caught up in their personal lives, I kind of want to keep watching merely to see who sleeps with whom." I grabbed the pillow and smacked his middle. "OW! Oh God." Flack rolled onto his side and clutched his stomach.

"I didn't hit you that hard, get some muscle." I laughed, poking his stomach. He was in no way fat, but he wasn't a bodybuilder either.

"Oh says you!" Flacklaughed, reaching over and poking my stomach as well. I'm sensitive in that area so out of habit, my hand flew out and I smacked his face.

"I'd say I'm sorry, but who are we kidding?"

"Go to hell." Flack muttered, rubbing his nose.

"See you there." I replied as I poked his shoulder. Flack poked me back and soon we were engaged in an intense poking match. I heard the door close upstairs.

"KEISHA! I need you here pronto!" My mom called and I stood up. Flack just stayed sitting in the same place he was.

"Oh no mister. If I have to stand up, you do too!" I grabbed on his ear and pulled him up the stairs.

"OW OW OW!"

My mom was in the kitchen with about a million magazines on weddings and dresses and cakes…oh dear, there was even one for placemats? How many placemats could there be in this world? I wondered as we trudged up the stairs.

"Keisha…MY EAR!" I let go of his ear as soon as we were upstairs and he began rubbing it furiously, as if that was the cure to any and all of his problems.

"Gosh, Miss. Thomas, did she learn to be this mean from you?"

"Excuse me Flack?"

"I mean, uh, I mean…I'm just going to shut up now."

"Flack…that may have been the smartest thing to have ever come out of your mouth." My mom said as she opened a magazine and flipped through it aimlessly. "But if you don't mind, I need to talk to Keisha about something."

"What did she do?"

"FLACK!" We both yelled and Flack hurried into the next room. I sat down at the table and picked up a magazine from the middle of the table. I opened it and flipped through it without even looking down at what it was about.

"So seriously, what did I do?"

"Keisha, why do you always assume you're in trouble?" My mom laughed and rolled her eyes. "It's almost like you've been hanging around with Flack for too long."

"You mean you've never noticed?" I laughed.

"I HEARD THAT!"

"Flack, does your mother miss you?" My mom called and we heard a muffled response in reply. "All right, that should probably have shut him up for about a few minutes. Anyways, you know how Jake and I are getting married?" I waited a second before nodding. "Well, we kind of need someone to plan the wedding and we couldn't think of anyone…so, if you wouldn't mind planning it?"

"What the…Mom, I'm 17 and I'm planning a WEDDING?!"

"Hey, your friends can help you." Does she hear what she's saying, or is it like a ringing of her ear?

"Mom, have you MET my friends? You're really asking for something here."

"I have faith in you and your friends." Oh boy, I really hope her faith is put in the right group. Wow, a whole wedding. I picked up the magazines and shoved them into my room; I was going to need them later on. "Now, I need to ask Flack something…"

"Uh…you sure that's a good idea?" But there's no stopping my mother when she has an idea, and by the looks of it, she thought it was a pretty good one.

"Flack!" My mom called when she walked into the living room where he was relaxing on the couch watching SpongeBob. Probably where he got half of his jokes, seriously.

"Yes Miss Thomas?" Flack asked, turning off the TV and turning to her.

"Flack-Attack, it's time to earn your keep. You've eaten enough of my food and spent enough time at my house in order for me to ask you this." Flack looked around before looking back at my mom with a confused look.
"You mean this isn't free?"

"No Flack. "

"So…what do you want me to do?" Flack asked, leaning back. I stood at the doorway, interested in what my mom was going to say.

"We need a Best Man."

"No."

"Come on Flack." My mom pleaded and Flack shook his head. "All right, maybe you'd like to pay me back the money spent on food."

"How much would that be…exactly?" Flack asked and my mom went into the other room to get a calculator.

"You know, I don't see what would be so hard in doing this for one day." I laughed sitting next to him on the couch.

"I don't know your mom's fiancé at all. It'll just be awkward." My mom came back into the room holding my school calculator and punching numbers into it at a rather rapid pace.

"Wow Flack, you're gonna put us in debt soon." I laughed after my mom was still punching in numbers after a while.

"I didn't think I ate that much."

"You are like a machine; I don't even know where it all goes." I laughed, going to poke his stomach again but he stopped me.

"Remember what happened last time we did this."

"Here," My mom handed Flack the calculator and his eyes almost bulged out of his head and I peered over his shoulder.

"I had no idea there can be that many zeros in a grocery bill." Flack put the calculator down and rubbed his head for a bit, looking very deep in thought. After a second he clapped his hands and looked my mom in the eye.

"All right then. What do you want me to do?"

Keisha's friends planning a WEDDING? People will die. Paramedics will be called, it could be EPIC.