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A/N: I know I haven't up-dated in ages, even though there's no set time with this one. Sorry. I may not up-date for a while again. For details, see my profile. However, please still feel free to leave ideas in your reviews- you are going to review aren't you? Warning: controversial theme.
Chapter 9: Can't Take the Pressure
"Try it."
"No way man."
"Come on, just try it. You'll feel better."
"I'm not trying that shit man. You're weird."
"I'm your brother. You can trust me on this. I know what I'm talking about. I do it all the time."
"All the time?"
"Not all the time, but I've tried it before. I'm telling you man: no one will know. No body cares unless you do it all the time."
"That is just messed up."
"I thought that too at first, but I couldn't help it any longer. I just gave in and I felt so much better. What's one time gonna hurt anyway?"
"Well, I guess just once."
"Yeah."
"And you're saying I'll definitely feel better?"
"Absolutely."
"You're not gonna tell Darry?"
"Nope."
"Okay, here it goes." There was a sound like a whoopee cushion being flattened, but, unfortunately for his brother, Soda had not sat on a whoopee cushion.
"Darry! Soda farted! Ew, man, that was gross."
"You're the one who said to try it."
"Feel better?"
"Yeah those gas cramps were killing me. Bacon sandwiches. Yum."
"Ugh! Stop it! I can't breath!"
A/N: Yep, he had gas, what did you think they were talking about trying, huh? I thought a twist would be funny, if you caught on. Before you say it, yes it was classless and gross, but this is two teenage boys we're talking about and I looked back and realized if I was trying to be realistic why were there no fart jokes?