Genre - Humor / Friendship

Jesse - M2nd / Middle Male / Green Jesse

Not coming with the others to the building competition was a bad idea.

Reuben grumbled as he closed the book in his hands shut. It was one of Olivia's Redstone Guide Books and its level of boring was indescribable. For him, at least. He put the book in one of the empty spaces in the shelf and laid back in the bean bag, glancing around the room for anything he could use to stave off the boredom.

'At least they're gonna come back to bring me to Endercon...' he mused, looking out the window. It was already dark out. He leaned over to look at the clock. '6:30. Blargh.' Grumpy and tired, Reuben dropped himself back on the bean bag, 'They should be done by now.'

As he lay in the bean bag, he couldn't help but get himself into a comfortable position. A really, really comfortable position. In fact, turning over and curling up into a fetal position as he did this probably wasn't helping the drowsiness that was slowly taking over.

But, before he even knew it, Reuben fell asleep.

Suddenly, the trapdoor to the treehouse flew open, startling Reuben awake. He yelped, jumping in his seat. "What the heck?!"

"PIG PAL." Jesse said loudly. He sounded rather antsy. "The others have sent me to bring you to the convention of Ender! Come!"

Reuben gave him a half lidded and deadpan glare. "I'm not a pig, Jesse."

The older boy simply cracked a grin, but then it quickly returned to a frown. "Come on, let's go."

"Alright, alright, just hold on." The younger boy quickly got up, despite how groggy he was, and looked around for his wallet, still trying to blink the sleep away.

Meanwhile, Jesse had his arms on the floor, supporting him while he stood on one of the steps of the ladder. He watched Reuben impatiently, drumming the wooden floor as he did so. Four beats, every time.

Tap-tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap.

Reuben frowned as he checked his pockets. He could've sworn he'd kept it in there. He checked the bookshelves. No sign there, either.

Tap-tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap.

It wasn't on the floor, nor was it anywhere near the bean bag. Could it be in the chest?

He decided to test his theory, walking over to the only chest in the room and sifting through it.

Tap-tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap. Tap-tap-tap-tap!

The drumming got louder and louder, until Reuben couldn't take it any longer. He halted his search for his wallet and irritatedly turned to his older friend. "What's up with you?"

Jesse sighed. "You wanna know what's stupid?"

Reuben rolled his eyes and went back to sifting through the chest. "What's stupid?"

"Ava."

He sighed. He should've expected this, really. Ava was literally the only person in the world who could ruin Jesse's day just by the mention of her name. But... wait a minute. Reuben quirked a brow, turning to Jesse in confusion. "You said 'what' not 'who.'"

Jesse shrugged. "Yeah, well, Ava's a 'what' now."

"She's a 'what.'"

"Yep."

Reuben blinked. "Okay." Then he looked back down at the chest. No sign of his wallet. He grumbled and slapped the edge of the chest. Bad idea.

While he nursed the pain in his hand, he quickly stood back up and looked around. "Where's my wallet?!"

"Oh, you mean this thing?"

The boy turned to look at Jesse, who had the tiny brown satchel with a pig patch stitched to it right in his hands. Reuben glared at him as he stomped over, swiping the wallet away from Jesse's hand. The other boy laughed.

"Seriously, Jesse?!"

Jesse only continued to cackle as he went down the ladder. "To Endercon!"

Reuben shook his head in exasperation before following the older boy down the ladder.

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