Dylan laughed. "Aw, our little Spinner is all grown up. He's moved to the dark side."

"I have one word for you mi amigo—"

"If it's memo save your breath because it doesn't exist." Dylan interrupted.

"Well, that's where you're wrong." I said as I grabbed a pen, rolled up Dylan's shirtsleeve and wrote I'M STRAIGHT down his arm. "There. Now you can't lose it."

"Nice memo." He said before licked two of his fingers and continuously rubbed them against his arm. Once I'M was partly erased, he gave up and went to the sink to wash the rest off. "But I don't think that a truly straight male would do that."

"Are you questioning my memo? 'Cause the memo doesn't lie."

"Well, Spinner, it's like I always say," Dylan mocked as he slapped his arm around my shoulder and showed me the arm that I wrote the memo on. "If the memo erases, you can doubt its existence. Now admit it. You've moved onto the dark side, my side. And you want me."

I pushed his arm away and looked at him staring out into space. "Dude, what are you on? I say one ting, you take it wrong and all of a sudden being gay is the dark side? You really confuse me."

"Yeah, well." Dylan said while trying o think of an argument. "You're the worst pre-date I've ever had!" I felt his arm twist and the next thing I knew I was in a headlock. "And you made up the memo. Lying is bad, dear Spinner, so that's why I'm not letting you out of this position until you tell the truth."

"Well, the truth is," I said. "I'm straight, I love my girlfriend, and you, in a manly-friend way. You're also dating my best friend, and I'm dating your sister so if I don't say this, you'll tear me to shreds. So, you think you want to let me go now?"

"Hm … no." Dylan laughed.

We both heard Paige's voice get louder. "Well, spinner told Dylan he was hungry, so they're probably in the—yeah they're in the kitchen." I heard Paige and Marco laughing and Dylan was the first to speak up.

"Okay, so, now that we've secured the headlock position, I'll steal the puck from you and we will stake together so you can watch me score the winning goal and you can tell your team about it." He leaned close to my ear and demanded, "Act like you're skating."

"What?" I whispered back. "Why?"

"Because we have an inquiring audience. Now skate!" He impatiently hissed back. We both skated across the kitchen until Dylan made the sound of a final buzzer and yelled "GOAL!" He then threw both of his arms into the air, which caused me to fall. "But you'll know when you played a good game when the guy who beat your butt gives you a helping hand." He held out his hand to help me up. I accepted his offer and he pulled me up.

Marco and Paige applauded our performance. "Do we get to take a bow?" I anxiously asked Dylan who nodded. We both turned around at the same time and bowed before our audience.

Paige and Marco stopped clapping but they were laughing at our attempt at getting out of a compromising situation. "Marco and I are going to dismiss the fact that we caught you two in a compromising position if we discuss the location of a date." Paige said breaking the laughter. So we discussed date plans but all I could think about was Dylan putting me a headlock.